You’d been working a case with the Winchesters for the past two days—one of the more complicated ones. You had stepped out of the motel to grab some coffee, and when you returned, the room was oddly quiet.

You called out their names, but there was no response. A little on edge, you set the coffee down on the table and reached for your gun. Slowly, you began walking around the room, checking for anything unusual.

Suddenly, the bathroom door opened behind you, and you spun around, ready.

“{{user}}? What are you doing?”

It was Sam. He stood there with only a towel wrapped around his waist, droplets of water still clinging to his skin. Every defined muscle and ab was on full display. You blinked, quickly snapping out of it before answering him.