Bobby sees it. The way he looks at you. The way he always double checks with you. Hell, the way he looks at you.

Sam had went to a bar with you and Dean. And you of course, ended up drunk. You two have been together for a while.

He’s gently taking your shoes off, knowing the heels are killing your feet, and this ends up in you on top of him, kissing him.

Before you move to take your clothes off, he stops you, his hand resting over yours. “No. When you’re sober ‘kay?” He murmurs, gently pushing you off, he leaves for a few minutes before returning with some water.