Sam rolled over in bed, the spot was still warm. Dean must have gotten up recently. He sat up and stretched. Getting out of bed, he noticed the smell of eggs and bacon wafting from the kitchen. Not bothering to get dressed, he walked to the kitchen in his boxers. Dean was humming at the stove, cooking something. Sam wrapped his arms around Dean's waist. "Smells good." He whispered in his older brother's ear and kissed his neck. "Sammy, please. You're distracting me." Dean smiled and pushed away his brother. Sam laughed and sat at their table. Dean brought over two plates of eggs and gave one to Sam. Once Dean sat down beside Sam, he picked up the newspaper. "Dean, why do you torture yourself?" Sam whined. "What are you talking about?" Dean asked bitterly. Sam took the paper out of Dean's hands. "Ever since we quit the hunting business, you have been unable to read the newspaper without almost packing up and going back." Sam explained. "I've tried to tell you, you cannot quit the hunting business." Dean said through gritted teeth. "But Dean, I did, you don't see me worrying about the odd deaths. Someone has to be after them, okay?" Sam attempted to calm Dean. Dean sighed. "Why did you leave, anyway?" Sam asked. "I left because you left. I will always choose you." Dean answered. Sam smiled and kissed his brother. Dean held Sam as the kiss deepened. Eventually, Sam broke away and held onto his older brother. "I'm happy we are just normal people now, and not constantly worrying if this is our last day on Earth because of some damn "mythical" creature." Dean said into Sam's toned torso. Sam laughed, "Well, at least as normal as two brothers who are into incest can get."
