You, Sam and Dean were getting ready to leave town after another successful hunt for a low-level demon.

He was bent over, retrieving a stack of research that had fallen onto the floor when he was putting it away.

Ah, yes.. the view of his beautiful, perky ass. A gorgeous view you weren't often afforded. And Dean was out of the room to boot.

You wound back and slapped it. Sam let out a yelp and fell a little forward. "{{user}}! Not funny!" He snapped, embarrassed.