Dean visits Charlie to ask her on a hunt. But she has a girl in her bed...
A girl, of which Dean thinks she's hot...

Charlie woke up to a knock on the front door. She sighed, looking to the naked woman in her bed and stood up, carefully, not trying to wake her. She threw her bathrobe over her body and went towards the front door. She opened it and was greeted by green eyes, freckles and blonde hair. Rolling her eyes, she leaned forward. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Well, hello to you, too," Dean answered, raising an eyebrow.

"Hey," she said. "What do you want?"

He looked her up and down before smirking. "Are you naked under that thing?"

"Shut up," she said, pulling the robe tighter around her body. "What's wrong now, Dean?"

He shoved his hands into his pockets. "I'm on a hunt and I need a computer nerd."

She sighed while opening the door to let him in. "But you stay here, in the living room, I'll take a shower. Don't you dare go into my bedroom, you hear me?"

Dean raised his eyebrows. "Is there a naked lady in your bed?"

"Yes," she said, pointing at him. "And she's bisexual, so stay away from her – you're too good-looking."

He laughed and nodded. "That's true."

She punched his arm while rolling her eyes. "Make yourself feel at home," she noted and added: "Just stay away from my bedroom."

"I'll just get myself a beer," he told her.

"Dean, it's 1 pm."

He sighed. "Fine. No alcohol."

"Thank you," Charlie said, before going back to her room.

Dean sat down on Charlie's couch, turning on the TV and watching some news. His gaze went around the room, stopping at Charlie's bookshelf. He stood and took out the first Lord Of The Rings book. Opening it, he found a map of middle earth; Charlie had marked Frodo's journey.

"Oh, hello," a female voice said and Dean turned around to find a pretty brunette standing in the living room. "You gotta be Charlie's brother."

Brother?, he thought, bur shrugged. "Dean."

The brunette smiled charmingly. "Nice to meet you, Dean, I'm Julia."

He kept looking at her, biting his lip. She was pretty, she was hot, she was his taste – but she was Charlie's. "Hey, Julia." He turned away from her, sighing slightly.

"So, you're gay?"

Dean turned around immediately. "What?!"

Julia shrugged. "Charlie said you're her gay brother. How was it for you parents to know, that they'd never have grandchildren?

"Uh… not good…?" He cleared his throat. "You should go."

The brunette nodded as she went out. "See ya!"

Dean waved until the door closed. "Charlie, we gotta talk," he mumbled to himself. He waited until the water in the shower stopped and the hairdryer went off. Charlie came towards him, dressed in a nice dress. "Not bad," Dean said as she turned once.

"Thank you," she said, grinning. "Think I make a good FBI agent?"

He chuckled slightly. "Yeah, definitely. C'mon, we gotta get going."

Charlie followed him, closing her front door behind them. They got into the car together.

Dean cleared his throat. "So… your gay brother?"

She looked at him with a shy smile. "Oh, about that…"

"I'm not gay," he said, shoving her shoulder slightly.

"I am," she said, laughing as she shoved back.

The blonde reached out for the red head and tucked her head under his arm. "I know. And Julia was pretty hot, you know?"

She pushed him away, fixing her hair. "Of course I do. But she's quite a whore."

"So are you," he said with a smirk as he started driving.

"You too," she said, glancing at him.

They looked at each other for a minute, then they busted out laughing. It carried out for a few minutes and Dean just enjoyed the time he had with his little, adopted sister.