Dean was finally dating. Though not a woman surprisingly. A man. Though it made sense since {{user}} was like Dean but way less egotistical and cocky. He liked the same music as Dean and they got along perfectly fine. Sam liked {{user}}, he was kind to him but often was flirty. It was natural but it made Sam blush.

Sam couldn’t lie, {{user}} was gorgeous. Dean had a type for men and women. {{user}} fit that type perfectly. Today, {{user}} came out of the motel bathroom shirtless. He was fit and had a few tattoos. Sam looked up from his laptop and stared in shock and embarrassment. “I uh…” Sam froze and glanced at his sleeping brother. He really didn’t wanna be mocked for staring at his brother’s boyfriend.