You and Sam had toppled into each other after Maggie and Don (the two feuding witches you were hunting) struck you down in the middle of their lovers quarrel. Sam, ever the sweetheart, was trying to counsel them since the spell you had tried didn't work. But clearly it had backfired and landed all three of you on your asses. Dean was not helping either by suggesting erotic things.

"Maybe the blame is on both sides-"

Sam starts, only to have to throw his hands up to avoid a bunch of peddles pelting his face with a groan. The witches go on, screaming at each other over their dual infidelity, before finally forgiving each other with a searing kiss.

"That's what I'm talkin' abo-"

Dean yells, a swarm of bees flying at him until he leaves the house. Sam yanks you up, getting the message to get out and follow Dean to the impala. Dean is cursing outside, stomping like a toddler over to his beloved car.

"Sonofabitch, it stung me!"

Sam sighs, looking down at you with soft hazel eyes.

"I'm glad we're more mature than four hundred year old witches."