"Can you put that heat down?" Sam asked, as he left the bathroom fully clothed, with his cheeks as pink as a kid's who had played the whole day out in the sun.
"Are you kidding me? It's friggin' cold!", complained Dean, who was watching a Spike Lee movie with a family size pack of Ruffles and a whole gallon of orange soda. "Look at all that steam coming out of the bathroom. That's why you're feeling hot…. you're gonna get sick, man….".
Dean found it funny how Sam did the same thing since he was little: take long scalding showers and then get dressed in the middle of the steam, only to get out of the bathroom just like he was leaving a sauna room, always complaining about how hot it was. How could he feel so hot if it was so much warmer inside the bathroom than out? Dean's mouth twitched to the side in a half-smile with the thought.
"What are we watching?" The sofa jumped when Sam's weight fell heavy on it.
"He Got Game"… answered Dean, sleeply. Sam knew how Dean could get bored and sleepy so easily. He could tell by the way his eyes were starting to blink for longer than usual, that Dean was about to doze off. Dean glanced at Sam, little droplets hanging from his bangs for just a few seconds before they fell and made tiny puddles on his grey sweat pants. He had a wicked grim on his face. "What?" asked Dean, impatiently.
"Nothing. You wanna grab some food? We got mac n' cheese, frozen pizza and….uh….. mac n'cheese"
"Great. Mac n'cheese it is." said Dean, never taking his eyes off the screen. Sam stayed still in the middle of Bobby's kitchen floor. He couldn't tell what he was thinking. This was happening a lot to him lately. His mind just went off…. blank…. and he could only stare at nothing specific. After some seconds, he just snapped out of it and came back as if nothing happened. "Gotcha", he answered, as he started to set the plates and defrost the food.
John and Bobby were out following a lead that could take them to a djinn's nest and Dean was furious about not coming. But with his ankle not fully recovered, both John and Bobby thought that it would do more bad than good to take a boy with a crutch on a hunt in Omaha, when he wouldn't even be able to run, in case things got ugly. "Stay with your brother" they had told him. "And show some responsibility, for Christ's sake!"
Dean hated to be the fragile one, the one who could "break". It was the worst feeling in the world. "Dad called" he said. "Said they're gonna be here in 2 days. They got nothing, apparently".
"Hmmm" answered Sam, lost if thoughts.
"So... what happened to that girl in Newcastle?" Dean approached the kitchen, still clumsy with the crutch.
"What girl in Newcastle?" Sam seemed confused.
"You know who I'm talking about. The one with the thighs... ahhhhh those thighs..." Dean laughed, clearly mocking his baby brother.
"The redhead?" Sam remembered.
"Yes Sammy, the redhead... as if you didn't know..." Dean smirked. "So... did you guys do it or not?" Dean's eyes were pierced on Sam's. He was looking for any signs of discomfort and he was also dying inside, to know what kind of emotions the subject brought to Sam.
"Yeah, I mean..."Sam started and then stopped. He put his left hand behind his neck, like he always did when he was embarrassed. Then he turned his back, to hunt for a fork or anything that could make him rummage in the cuttlery drawer. "Not all the way..." he completed, the shame on his voice almost palpable.
"Really?" Dean could not believe it. The girl had been all over Sam since day one, and she was hot, eighteen or so, which was older than Sam, who was still sixteen, great thighs... and she had that look. Dean knew that look oh so well. He knew what she was after when she asked Sam to help her with the empty bottles in the back of the trailer. "But why? I mean, what happened? Did she not wanna do it?"
"Yeah, she did, but... Dean, I don't really wanna talk about it. Ok?"
"Alright, alright. Forget I asked." Dean didn't want to make Sam uncomfortable in any way. He hated that. But the curiosity was burning inside him. He did not quite understand why, but he just had to know. He had to know all the details about that night. His mind was thinking about so many possibilities and he was wondering how Sam acted, if he was the one who kissed her first, if the making out was "cute couple" like, or a bit more aggressive. He felt the back of his neck starting to sweat and decided to sit at the table and wait for his mac n' cheese.
Both of them were up for small talk, but none could think of anything to start a conversation.