you and sam had been best friends since you both met at stanford one day. you were in the library, when he walked in and coincidentally checked out the same exact book you were reading. you two hit it off and became friends.

after the fire, and jess’ death, sam left. but not without you, of course. he knew what killed jessica might come after you next for even being apart of sam’s life, so he had to protect you the way he couldn’t protect jess.

you had now lived with the winchesters for a couple years now, and yours and sam’s friendship hadn’t changed much. You guys were still close, but you also had a newly found relationship with sam’s older brother, Dean. He was your stereotypical hot guy, with a rugged look. and it certainly caught your eye.

you and dean had been spending more and more time with each other. he would call dibs on partnering with you on cases, leaving sam with Cas. it was all strange.

until you found out why one drunken night with dean, and you two had kissed. now you certainly didn’t regret it, and definitely shared more kisses later on, but now came the hard part.

telling sam.

you knew sam would not take the news of finding out his brother was kissing his best friend, so you had to hide your relationship. secret late night makeout sessions in deans room, faked duo hunts so you’d have time alone.

you hated lying to Sam, but what choice did you have? you loved dean as a boyfriend, but you loved Sam as a best friend.

one night, Sam had almost caught you sneaking around the bunker to see dean and you panicked.

“y/n? what are you doing up?” sam groaned, his voice still raspy from sleeping.