Just a VERY short tag after 6.4 "Weekend at Bobby's" I loved that episode! The boys are sitting in the plane


"Are you sure that you don't want to listen to my iPod?" Sam asks me. We are sitting in the plane back from Scotland. The plane hasn't moved yet.

Sam seems to know that I'm nervous.

God I hate flying and I'm damn sure that Sam's music would make it worse, so I raise my eyebrows, shaking my head vehemently.

He shrugs, unemotional, and plugs the headphones into his own ears.

After some seconds I recognize the song, he's listening to. "Ramble on? Sam? Really?"

"Yeah? So?" Sam waits, looking at me.

I just glare at him, shaking my head. He's listening to my favorite song, one he hates with passion and doesn't seem to understand why I'm a little bit startled.

"Damn it... Sam... who are you?" I'm not able to shut up.

"What?" Sam asks, searching my eyes.

"You're not you... you've changed... you know that you've changed and you don't care... you don't want to talk... you're cold... you didn't even come to me after you've been rescued." I let out a breath. "I don't know you anymore... you're listing to music you hate... what next? You start eating junk-food?" I'm rambling...

"You're freaking out because of a song?" Sam tries to fake a laugh. I can tell that it was fake. Well... at least I guess that it's fake... Oh damn.

"No... I'm not freaking out." I defend myself, looking up at the ceiling of the cabin, trying to bury my feelings. I have enough of losing my face in front of this cold, emotionless man.

"Dean..." Sam's voice is barley audible. "I still don't like the songs... but... every time I listened to them last year I could imagine that you're with me. Damn Dean... I missed you."

I face him, my mouth slightly open. He's listening to the songs because he missed me? My mouth works without a sound coming out. I think I pretty much look like a fish and for once I'm glad that Sam looks away.

Then I smile, seeing my little brother blush and I can't stop smiling anymore, squeezing his hand briefly. "Thanks Sammy." I grin even more when Sam bits his lip to hide his own smile.

Maybe there was still something of my little brother left in that man by my side.

Seeing his dimpled smile I'm pretty sure that there is some Sammy in that Sam.

At first I don't even realize when the plane moves...

At first.. after some minutes though I cave and join Sam, listening to the music on his iPod, we're both relaxing.