Sam knew it was wrong, everything he had done was terribly wrong, but how could he stop if he had already crossed the line? And how could he stop if this was so wrong but also felt so right?

{{user}} was Dean's ex — not that the two had a huge, long-lasting relationship, but Dean's ex nonetheless. And now Sam's almost girlfriend. God—how had he made this happen? A week earlier the two were simply best friends, — they hunted together, they even lived together under the same roof of the bunker — and the following week it was already the third night that {{user}} had spent in Sam's room.

{{user}} laid sweetly in bed, sleeping blissfully under the covers as Sam watched her silently — moving his gaze from her soft hair, to her beautiful face and to her graceful body that felt so confident and safe next to Sam.

Sam remembered very well all the details his brother told him about her when they were together — how beautiful she was and how she literally looked like a Greek goddess. And now here he was, his hands gently stroking her hair as with every silent breath Sam realized how real all of that was, how he was so much in love with his brother's once girlfriend.

“Hey, honey —“ Sam started to say softly, almost whispering.

“—you should wake up now, we don’t want to spend all the day here, want we?” he said with a small smile on his lips as he saw her move slowly, still half asleep. Damn —it was all so wrong…but then why did it felt so right?