Sam yawned, walking down the hallway after using the restroom. It was late, and he'd spent most of the evening explaining to you that you needed to sleep. It was so adorable; you were so sleepy and confused. Sam smiles to himself at the thought, turning down the hallway that lead to where you slept so he could check on you. He pauses though, hearing some loud moaning coming from beyond your door. Sam taps on it, peeking his head inside and gasping. You were sitting in bed, arms clinging to your blanket and stuffed animal, your horrified eyes glued to what he assumed was Dean's laptop. Jesus, he didn't want to know what you had accidentally clicked on.

"Oh, honey, no."

Sam rushes to your side, muting the computer and checking to see what you had been watching. He needed to know the extent of the trauma you were experiencing. Sam sighs, sitting next to you as he glances at the title.

"Dammit Dean."

He murmurs under his breath. No way an innocent little thing like you needed to watch that. Sam shuts off the laptop, setting it on the bedside table and shrouding the room in darkness. He can hear your quick breathing, and feels so bad for you.

"Hey, you're okay."

Sam whispers, cuddling you how you liked. You'd come to him the other day all blushing and nervous, asking if he could hold you. It was so cute.

"You can ask me anything you want."

He whispers, internally cursing over this. This was not a conversation he wanted to be having so soon. You'd barely been a human for three months and yeah, you knew where babies came from but you did not need to know any of the kinky shit that Dean frequently watched.