A/N: Hee, lookit the drabble! It's a proper drabble, too, and would be exactly 100 words if not for this author's note/disclaimer in the way. Wincest, but not graphic. Feedback owns my soul.
Disclaimer: Srsly? Not mine. At all. I promise.
It doesn't mean anything when Dean catches himself staring at the stretch of Sam's neck, the length of Sam's thigh next to him in the front seat. If he sometimes has to tear his eyes away from his brother's retreating back, has to pointedly avoid Sam's gaze when he looks like that, it doesn't mean anything.
He ignores the other feelings, pushes them down. he can't think about fucking his brother, kissing his brother, holding his brother.
But if he sometimes leans a little closer, bumps their shoulders together because the contact feels good? It doesn't mean anything at all.