Imagine Sam finally catching you and Dean kissing
Sam smirked as he leaned against the doorframe to your bedroom. Folding his arms, he cleared his throat and he watched you jump from Dean’s lap.
That was your first mistake, leaving your door open.
“You two look cozy,” Sam toyed as he wrinkled his nose. You couldn’t help but blush as your gaze flicked back to Dean, who just laid there beside you on your bed, smirking. “I guess the secret is out.” The younger Winchester humorlessly chuckled. Sam was always the overprotective friend, especially since the mishap with the werewolf in Atlanta. And being two years younger didn’t help, either.
“Look, Sam, we just wanted to see where it went. You know, so things didn’t get sticky.” You leaned over the side of the bed and sighed. “We have been taking it slow Sam, I swear. I know you don’t believe that, especially with Dean, but it’s true.”
“Hey!” Dean shouted from beside you.
“No offense Dean, but you aren’t known for taking your time with women.” You raised an eyebrow at your boyfriend before shifting your eyes back to Sam. “It’s working, Sam. We are working. So far, anyway. And I’m—I’m happy.”
Sam nodded and smiled again. “That’s what matters.” Nodding, you returned the smile.
Dean huffed beside you as he glared at his brother. “Can we get back to your movie now?” The older Winchester sat up and leaned against your backboard. “I was really enjoying it.”
“The movie? Or the make out session?” Sam snapped as he turned for the door.
“Both,” Dean answered smugly.
Your eyes widened at his answer as you turned towards him and playfully punched his shoulder. “Ass.”