—Why did this even happen?

Was it because he was…drunk?

Desperate?

Clingy?

Lost?

Dean didn’t even know. But what he did know…is that he should’ve never done it.

—Dean eyes scanned {{user}}’s bare body…the covers barely hiding his frame.

“Fuck-,”

Dean uttered, sitting up against the headboard of the bed, hiding his face in his hands.

Dean?

Sleeping with a…guy?

No, no way in hell would he do that. More or less, to one of his close friends.

He let out a defeated sigh and removed his hands from his face, inspecting the motel room.

He was expecting some beer bottles of some sorts around the room…but there wasn’t any.

—God, why did this even happen?