We all know Sam is a germ freak. It's his tradition to deep clean around the bunker every Sunday morning. This Sunday was different.. He.. found something. Usually it was Dean's sticky magazines or random trinkets left by Castiel. But this was- this was different. Sam found your diary. He wasn't one to snoop, but he thought a peek wouldn't do much harm. Sam read a good chunk til He felt the book snatched out of his hand.

HEY—

Sam stops his protest and stands up immediately being faced with your glare and anger.

Shit— uh- hey {{user}}...

He puppy smiles, clearly you're not having it.