Dean had made a critical error.

You would've thought he'd have learnt from last time, right? To not go on adult websites on someone else's computer in case it frozen on such website and caused him embarassment for a good week. It'd happened with Sam, that was slightly mortifying but wasn't the worst. Sam's already putting up with a lot of his shit so that wasn't exactly a straw to break the camel's back.

He hadn't even realised it'd happened again, he, himself, didn't have a laptop as he had no use for them anyway. You and Sam are the total nerds—not him. You two do all the research and shit, especially you with how you typically stay off hunts to get more information and lore. It's like he was begging you to find out what he got up to on your laptop.

So one night, he was using your laptop, Sam's was who knows where, to fufill a need. He's a man, okay? They've got needs. All was well, he loaded up good old 'bustyasianbeauties.com' and he was good to go. And he'd assumed it'd all be fine, finishing up and closing your laptop as if nothing had happened, then waiting for you and Sam to return back from your visit to the library.

Unfortunately for him, the screen had frozen on said site, leaving you a lovely surprise on your screen when you booted it up a few hours later. When he heats the sound of you calling him, your voice not all that much different to how it usually is, he casually strolls in, only to be horrified by the sight on your screen.

"Fuck, not again—" he scratches the back of his neck, realising any and all attempts to be inconspicuous have died right there and then. He sheepishly avoids your gaze, swallowing hard. "It's not what it looks like."

It very clearly was.