"You don't get it, Char! You don't know what it's like!"
The words coming from Dean's mouth hurt but they were true. Charlie didn't know what it was like to be brought back to life. She didn't know what it was like to die. She didn't have the burden on her to know.
"Dean… I—"
"Just.. shut up. Please."
The tears streaming down Charlie's face were unexpected from both parties. She hated more than anything to hear him go on and on about how he wished that he was still dead. How he deserved to stay in hell. But she did what he wanted her to. She shut up.
The rest of the night was silent in the bunker. The only thing that could be heard was the occasional sob of tears. No one could tell if it was Charlie or Dean.