Based on Season 2, Episode 1 "In My Time Of Dying"
Prompt: "Sammy, you look good. Considering." – Dean
Dean yelled Sam's name again, right in his ear this time – still no response. Despite his brother's "psychic abilities" or whatever, he still couldn't tell the disembodied spirit of Dean was trying to contact him.
He was so grateful Sam had survived the car crash; besides a few scrapes on his face he seemed generally unscathed. The only thing ruining his appearance now was the frown on his face.
Dean took a moment to look at that face – look like he had never dared before, lest he be caught caring or something.
Sam's big brown eyes were filling with tears and Dean was overwhelmed with a want to smack his little brother over the head to stop him from being so sappy. This of course conflicted with the want to wrap Sammy up in his arms and kiss the tears away –
Woah! Where did that come from?
That was about as okay as Miley Cyrus singing a Metallica song. It made his brain feel sick.
And yet his heart sped up and he felt his eyes wander of their own accord across Sam's cheeks, his chest, as the other man sat worrying in the chair beside Dean's bed.
And with absolute clarity Dean knew that had he had the opportunity, he would have checked Sam out before. And if he had been in corporal form he would have been smashing his head against the wall.
For now he had that opportunity to look he found he could not take his eyes away – that at some point along the line, his baby brother (head spin) had turned into a very handsome young man. With a great butt.
As soon as he got back in his body, Dean was bleaching his brain.