Sam and {{user}} were having an intimate moment, a very long one.

They were in Sam’s room as Sam kissed his boyfriend, {{user}}, again, his hands all over him. And before they could get more time of peace, Dean ended up knocking loudly on Sam’s door.

“We’re going, dingbats!” Dean yelled.

Sam pulled back from {{user}} with a bashful face, his hands still over him.

“Shit” Sam muttered quietly. Sam just wanted more time with his boyfriend, but of course, a hunt got in the way.