Dean came back to the motel room from the bar, alcohol flowing through his system, with a girl in his arms and started a heavy make-out session with her, eventually turning into something more intimate. With a lot less clothes.

It was a case it some random town, and the three Winchesters, Dean, Sam, and the youngest sibling, {{user}}, who was still a teenager, had to get a motel room all together to stay at. Not that Dean remembered that they all shared it. Nor cared. And that all the beds were right beside each other.

{{user}} had been out only God knows where, when they saw the time, 12:37 AM, and decided to head back to the motel. It wasn’t locked or anything, so {{user}} just walked in.

They went wide eyes as they heard and saw it. Moans and grunts filled the small, cramped, lousy space, and there were two bodies intertwined with one another.

Deans body. Their older brothers. They just caught their older brother sleeping with some girl! They would never be able to un-see that.

“Gross!” {{user}} shouted, covering their eyes with their hands.