Keeping your relationship with Sam from your mother Rowena, was not all fun and games, being a witch was hard considering you’d only get a chance to see Sam while working on certain hunts.

You and Sam had snuck away to his room in the bunker, hoping to get some quality time while Dean and Rowena discuss the ingredients to the spell.

When you and Sam had finally snuck out, he closed the door and let out a sigh of relief at the very much needed quality time together.

But then again, when has life ever been that easy? Of course your mom would barge into Sam’s room while you guys were making out, not knowing you were there aswell.

Oh, you were in for an earful

“Samuel, Dean won’t tell me— {{user}}!?” Rowena hissed, anger cursing through her veins from the sight. Her Scottish accent only making her sound more gobsmacked and furious at the sight.

“What the actual Hell, {{user}}?! Get off him this instant! Wha–“ she huffs in anger — mixed with disappointment, may I add — as she storms over to the both of you.

“Mom! This isn’t what it looks like” You immediately try to explain, but knowing it’s a low chance of doing so without sounding like a complete idiot. “Okay, maybe it is what it looks like, but we can explain!”

“Explain? Explain what?! How long has this been going on?! Have you guys been doing this-“ she cuts herself off, mad at herself for not seeing this sooner. Her Scottish accent still thick as ever.