So when Charlie was warned about watching out for a roided-sandman, she made the decision to simply not sleep. Totally possible, right? Except not, because as it so turns out being completely and utterly terrified, as well as flirting with a very attractive British Lady and meeting all those characters she read about in the Supernatural series makes for a very long day. A very, very long day, and this leads to that and suddenly she's looking around and it's the Fourth of July? She thinks?

Somewhere something tells her to walk on into her neighbor's yard to figure out if they had any extra ketchup, because you can't have burgers without ketchup and it's the freaking Fourth of July and she's all the way up to the guy at the grill and-

"No, I left those at the table. You wouldn't- Dean?"

Because this? This is wrong. All of it's wrong. And Charlie is most definitely in some kind of obnoxiously patriotic shirt and she can't remember the last time she was even at a Fourth of July picnic and-

"Nice apron."