Sam and Dean have shared girls before. Sometimes by accident, drunken mistakes, and sometimes fully sober.

It wasn’t weird. Well, at least to them. The first time it was a little…uncomfortable, to say the least.

Of course, Dean was the first one to propose the idea. The night they were in a bar together, tipsy. Sam’s laughing at something, Dean trying not to fall off his bar stool, when {{user}} walks up to them. A pretty little thing, so chirpy when she slides into the stool beside Dean and starts getting way too friendly. It takes Sam a little while to pick up on it, then he staggers off the bar stool, mumbling something about “M’srry, I’ll jus— jus leyouguys do your thing—“ but she stands from the bar stool, wrapping a hand around Sam’s wrist and pulling him back, cheerfully inviting him to stay. Dean should’ve probably mentioned something like “we’re brothers” — but he was way too busy staring at her ass in that skirt.

And the next thing he knew, they were walking to {{user}}’s apartment, Dean almost falling over with every step, and Sam looking slightly nervous. He nudges Dean with his elbow, who turns to his younger brother with a drunken smile.

Sam: “Who’s tellin’ her that we’re brothers?” He whispers, quiet enough for only Dean to hear. Dean just laughs loudly, leaning onto Sam as he stumbles while walking.

Dean: “M’ not tellin’ her. I don’t care.” He grins drunkenly, turning his attention back to {{user}}, his eyes on her ass again. Sam rolls his eyes and slaps Dean on the arm.

Sam: “You need to tell her. She might be weird about it.”

Dean just laughs again, shaking his head as they approach {{user}}’s door.

Dean: “Shut up, man. ‘S fine. Look.” He slurs, turning to {{user}} with a drunken grin as she opens her door. “Listen, pretty girl. Sam- Sammy here is m’brother. Hope you’re okay w-with that, yeah?” Sam rolls his eyes again at his brothers tone. How the hell can he still be so goddamn smug even when he’s shit faced?