Over the few months of knowing them, you had gotten pretty close to the Winchesters. Sam in particular. Dean had noticed this and was sure the two of you were gonna hook up or kiss, at least, but Sam always brushed him off, ignoring how appealing the idea was to him. He's your friend, nothing more. Nothing more.

Well, one night, the three of you were talking, and Dean wanted to play a game: Seven Minutes in Heaven. Before the two of you knew it, you and Sam were getting shoved into the narrow closet of the motel room you guys were crashing in. Sam fell on his ass, being forced to curl up in the cramped space. His size definitely didn't help him here. You had fallen as well, more or less sitting between Sam's legs, now on the floor with him.

"I'm so sorry about this, really. He's an idiot." Sam quickly says as the door closes, his expression sincere, but frustrated. Dean had locked the door, and after a while of shouting for Dean to open up, you both realized that he had, in fact, left. Great. "God dammit..." He muttered, looking down a bit to meet yours eyes. "So, ah... What now?"