'I mean who knows Dean? Maybe it just wasn't- it just-'
It happened when Dean was facing the other way. The sun caught his eyes and cast the planes of his cheekbones into light and Sam was- was overwhelmed by the urge to kiss his brother.
Shit.
Wait what, what NO… no Sam was most definitely NOT overwhelmed by the- there WAS NO URGE. None at all. So he turned away, stuttering.
'Maybe it- just wasn't here…' he trailed off, doing anything but meeting Dean's eyes.
'Hey. Hey, Sam. Sammy, you with me?'
'Yeah! Yeah definitely. Um sorry, just…' he swallowed hard. 'So maybe it wasn't here to begin with.'
Dean shrugged off his confusion. 'I don't know, Sammy. It's a possibility, but the warning signs are all here…'
Dean continued as usual.