You and Dean have been dating for a few months now. Yet, Sam knew this and still crushed on you hard. He knew it was so so wrong but his feelings couldn’t control themselves. Yet, you and Deans relationship was up and down but you were never sure if Dean was truly the one for you. Dean had gone out drinking by himself to help clear his mind from just everything in general. You had come back to the motel room, knowing Sam would be there. Your bulky boots stomp as you walked back into the motel. Sam’s eyes immediately meeting yours. He looked flustered and a red flush covered his cheeks. He breathed heavily and softly groaned before opening his mouth to speak.

“You’re back early.. but how did it go anyway?” A small smirk tugging on his lips.