Dean walked into the motel from a breakfast run. Sam was still asleep. Dean was about to wake him up, but then he noticed that Sam was talking in his sleep. He was saying Dean's name. "Is he having a sex dream about me? " Dean thought. Pushing the thought out of his mind, he woke Sam up. "You were making some serious happy sounds, who were you dreaming about? Angelina Jolie?" Dean asked, testing Sam. "No." Sam replied groggily. "Brad Pitt?" Dean tried. "What? Dean! No!" Sam said. Dean shrugged.
A few days later, Sam and Dean were on a hunt. They were just about to kill the monster when Dean fell. He winced and couldn't get up, so Sam stepped up and killed the monster. "You okay?" Sam asked. "Yeah, just a twisted ankle, I'm alive though." Dean relied, and tried to get up, but immediately fell down again. Realizing he couldn't walk, Sam picked Dean up bridal style. "No! Sammy! What are you doing?!" Dean complained, struggling to get out of Sam's arms. "Dean, stop struggling, you can't walk." Sam said, making Dean huff, but relax.
When they arrived to the Impala, Sam gently slid Dean into the passenger seat and buckled him in. "It's my foot that hurts, not my arms! I can buckle myself." Dean complained. Sam smiled and shrugged. He then walked around to the driver's seat and started the car.
They arrived to the motel. Dean got out of the car, then stood on his good foot whilst holding onto the hood of the car for balance. Sam came around and picked Dean up again, this time Dean didn't complain. Sam walked into their motel room and laid Dean gingerly on one of the beds. He elevated Dean's hurt ankle with the pillows from the other bed while he went to get the first aid kit. When he came back, he got some ace bandage to wrap the twisted ankle. Dean watched as Sam concentrated on correctly wrap his ankle, smiling at the way Sam stuck his tongue out slightly and furrowed his brows. "There you go! Should be better in a few days." Sam said happily, patting Dean's leg. Dean nodded as Sam got up to leave. "Wait? Where are you going?" he asked. "Um, I'm tired, so I'm going to bed." Sam replied, a confused tone in his voice. Dean quickly thought of an excuse. "How are you going to sleep when both of your pillows are under my foot?" Dean asked. Sam nodded, "Well I guess we will have to share your bed, if that's okay." Dean nodded, secretly happy. Less than an hour later, Sam was showered and changed. He then helped Dean to the bathroom so he could carefully sponge bath himself without having to remove the bandage. Once Dean was clean, he changed into some boxers and a t-shirt. Sam again helped him back to the bed. "Goodnight Dean." "Night, Sammy" Both boys were about to go to sleep until Dean turned the bedside lamp back on. "Hey Sammy, I need to tell you something." he said. Sam sat up and looked worriedly at Dean. "Yeah? What's wrong?" He asked. Dean fumbled with the sheet. Sam scooted closer, putting an arm around Dean. "You can tell me anything." He encouraged. "You have to promise that you won't think I'm weird or get grossed out." Sam nodded. Dean took a deep breath. "I think I'm in love with you." He said, staring Sam in the eye. Sam smiled. He slowly leaned closer to Dean. Dean closed the gap between their lips. Sam smiled as they were kissing, and rolled on top of Dean. The kissed deepened as Dean placed his hands on Sam's hips. Eventually, Sam broke away, gasping for breath. "I love you too, Dean" he smiled once he caught his breath. "Bitch", Dean joked. "Jerk" Sam laughed. Dean pecked Sam on the lips once last time before they both laid down to finally go to sleep.
