You had been in a relationship with Dean since you were sometimes traveling with the Winchester's for some hunts and you and Dean were pretty close. But after some time it got pretty bad. You gad noticed him flirting with a waitress and other girls sometimes when he thought you weren't paying attention–he was flirting just like he did before but now that he was in a relationship it was wrong. Though you just tried to ignore it. But as after a hunt one evening you saw him kissing another girl against the bar and soon followed her to a room you snapped. That was cheating. Yes, he was a little drunk and yes, maybe they didn't even do more than that–yet you couldn't ignore it anymore.

That evening you grabbed the keys, Sam and Dean's beloved impala and drove to the nearest hotel. Sam wasn't drunk like Dean was and only tried to comfort you but you only wanted one thing. Revenge.

Sam felt bad for you but what you wanted wasn't good either. Yet after some whining, innocent but dangerous touches on his thigh and trying to convince him you finally got under his belt. It was painful for you–doing this to Dean but he had hurt you the same way so you thought it was only right. And for Sam it was complicated. It wasn't like he didn't want you but...Dean was still his brother.

After you two were done Sam gently ran his hand over your bare thigh as you now cried softly. He tried to make you feel better with his careful caresses but his heart was aching itself.

"This wasn't right, {{user}}..."