Sam, Dean, and you were all out on a hunt. Staying at yet another, shitty hotel.

Dean had gone out to some local bar, like he always did when he got bored, or when he felt the need to hit on women, leaving you and Sam alone in the hotel room.

Sam was across the room, researching with an old, dusty book, while you sat on the bed watching the television. Sam was still in his suit, and you couldn’t help but steal a few glances at him, thinking he looked really, really good.