A/N: Dean is 20, Sam is 16. Yep.
Dean stormed home. He was pissed, but at nothing in particular. He walked in the house and rolled his eyes. Great. He was here. He was at Sam's school, then he showed up and Dean's job, now at his house? He was definitely getting under his skin.
"What are you doing here?" Dean asked.
"I'm here for Sam, like I always am," Gabriel replied.
"Always?"
"Not here, but with Sam."
"Look. I get that you're together and everything, but why are you here? He's not even here."
"He's getting the stuff for our project," Gabriel replied, not even phased by Dean.
Dean stared Gabriel down with a look that could kill. Gabriel just looked at Dean. "Are you okay?"
"No. No, I'm not okay. What is with you, man? You are everywhere! First, you and Sam are at the same high school, then I see you at my job yesterday, now you're at my house!"
"Did I do something wrong?"
Dean stared at him and stormed off, right by Sam.
"Gabriel, my brother is just..."
"Overprotective. I get it. I'm the same way over my brother, Cas."
Sam smiled at Gabriel. "Now, this project..."
...
Dean walked in his room and tripped over something. "What the hell? Forget it," he muttered and flopped down on his bed.
1 hour later
Sam walked in Dean's room and tripped over the same thing that Dean tripped over. "Aah!"
Dean snatched his earphones off and ran over to Sam. "Sammy, are you okay? Man, I really need to clean this room." He helped Sam up. "What's up?"
Sam watched Dean lay on his bed again. "I need to ask you something."
Dean patted his bed. "Sit. Ask."
Sam sat down and asked, "Why were you being such a jerk to Gabriel earlier? He didn't do anything to you."
Dean sighed. "I know, but I just feel like I can't spend time with my brother anymore."
"What are you talking about, Dean? We always spend time together."
"Not quality time, man. I miss when you hang out on the weekends and watch scary movies. When you used to get scared and bury your face in my shoulder." Dean sighed at the memories.
"Okay, who are you and what did you do with Dean? Were you watching chick flicks or something?"
"Sammy, please, that's your crap. I'm just telling you how I feel."
"Wow. Dean, I had no idea. If you feel neglected, we can do something this weekend. To be honest, I really missed you, too," Sam said.
"Gah, chick flick moments. Okay, sure," Dean replied and pulled Sam down on the bed with him. "Aww, Sammy."
"Ouch, Dean. I thought you hated chick flick moments, and-"
"Sam?"
"Yeah?"
"No talking, just cuddling," Dean said and pulled Sam closer.
"Whatever." Sam kissed Dean on the nose.
"Eww, Sam."
"Hey, Dean?"
"Yeah, Sammy?"
"Less talking, more cuddling, okay?"
"In a brotherly way. You smell really good."