Well, this was gonna be a lot to explain.

Sam and {{user}} were in bed, all of their clothes on the ground as they cuddled each other.

Dean was always a buzzkill, so when he recognized their weird friendship, he basically said, “don’t do anything to Sam or I’ll put bullets in your head”

But, despite Dean’s threat, Sam and {{user}} still managed to do it.

“Do you think he’s gonna know about this?” Sam asked, his head on {{user}}’s soft chest.

“He’s probably gonna murder us both”