Characters: Charlie Bradbury (SPN Canon) & Bill Potts (Doctor Who Canon) When/Where: July 25th, late night - Kitchen in the mess hall Rating/Warnings: Mainly just drinking wine and eating the fruity breads, but more could always happen
Ever since Charlie had arrived on Knowhere, she felt like she had been dreaming. Like as if she had passed out on her way to find the nearest town after her little yellow car had given out on her. Maybe there had been some sort of gas leak in the area and she was currently in some sort of coma. Because really... how the hell was she sharing a living space with all of her favorite characters from movies, television, and even books? Ever since she saw a real live Hulk, she knew that she was in a place where these people weren't a work of fiction. She still couldn't tell which of the people and creatures sharing the space inside the giant head were actually natives of that universe. Not that it mattered much. It would just be interesting to know.
When she had talked Bill into hanging out, Charlie was ecstatic. She wasn't caught up enough on Doctor Who to know who she was before, but Charlie thought that she was cute. She noticed that after the craziness of the week before, the Doctors had mostly all disappeared in their TARDISes, but they hadn't appeared to have left Knowhere completely like Sam had recently. It sucked, but she was spending time with Dean when she could. Though she knew that he needed time to himself just as much as she needed to process being turned into a crocheted doll for a whole week. She was traumatized by the whole thing, but she didn't know how to express her feelings on the situation. She was a wreck, but for the most part, she was more than happy to process things on her own. At the same time, if Castiel had time to dote on her, she wouldn't be mad. She was happy that he had made new friends, though.
Charlie was still getting used to where everything was, but the kitchen was one thing that wasn't a problem for her to find the kitchen. She took her messenger bag with her, hardly going anywhere without it, and followed her nose to the source of the smell of freshly baked bread. She and Bill hadn't met in person yet, but that didn't bother Charlie. She was always confident around pretty girls, and this time was no exception. Bill was quite clear about needing to be distracted, and Charlie believed that she could do just that.