Sam’s eyes flickered away from them as quickly as they had shifted to them, the thought of getting caught making his face grow hot.

He felt shameful. He felt guilty. {{user}} was only sat on the other side of the motel room studying, but all he was thinking about was them, in ways that he shouldn’t.

It had honestly just started off as a little crush. They were attractive, and after hunting together for so long he couldn’t help but grow close to them, and all it had been was just a simple crush. He wasn’t going to do anything about it, he thought it’d go away… but then he’d had that dream, and now whenever he closed his eyes it was all he could picture — {{user}} bare and beneath him atop a mattress, bliss.

It felt wrong. It hadn’t been his fault, not really, but it felt like something forbidden for it to be all he could picture whenever he looked at them. The dream had pushed the crush into a deeper attraction, and the worst thing was that Dean was spending his night in another motel room held up with a local bar girl.

He was with {{user}} alone for the whole night.

Sam was a little glad they were sat on the other side of the room — he wasn’t sure he could stop himself from doing something stupid if they were right in front of him.

“So, uh-“ he cleared his throat, feeling a little too warm. He had to break the silence, it was choking him. “Find anything yet?”