Sam bumped into the door a little, not expecting it to be closed. He frowned and scowled at it, flinging it open.
Sam had been royally pissed off at himself since he woke up on Dean's bedroom floor not too long ago, after apparently being a child for about a week. He didn't remember anything about it. So he was going to ask someone who did.
"Dude, the door was shut an....OH. Shit. Hi, Bela."
His face went red and he studied his socks intently. Oh, fuck...what if Dean had let Bela practice her non-existent mothering skills on him!? What if she'd changed his diaper or something? Chirst, this sucked.