Have you gotten new boyfriends since you broke up with him? Yes.

Do you still wish it was Sam making you sweat in bed, after you shakily take your dress off after a night out, bringing some man home from the bar?

Also yes.

He doesn’t need to know that, which is for the better anyways. But Jesus, if it isn’t eating you alive then you don’t know what the hell is. Or could.

It’s hurting you. You miss the way his lips felt on yours and the way he slide his hands into yours while he was—

“You alright? You seem deep in thought.”

Sam says, looking up from Dean’s laptop. And of course, to make matters worse, Dean was in the motel room as well. If he wasn’t here, you might’ve just blurted it all out, telling him everything leading up to this moment between you two.

“I…yeah I’m fine. Just thinking.”

You reply, a bit too quickly to be “alright”. And deep down Sam did know something was wrong. He couldn’t press matters much more as Dean would’ve caught on and asked more and more questions. More than his brother. The dude you were STILL in love with after months.

Even if he did press matters, Sam would’ve shut him down quickly. Telling him it’s none of his business, even though they both knew everything about you from the three of you hunting together.

And that’s just another reason you loved Sam, he was thoughtful and kind. Always went easy on you if you were hurting from—

“Uh…Dean you should go grab some food for supper from the store.”

Sam states as you seem off, him noticing all too well, tossing Deans keys to him. He catches them and nods, not thinking much of it as he opens the door, unlocking the car and shutting it behind him.