Sam woke to the sweet smell of something good cooking in the kitchen. He knew Dean was creating something to fill his hunger senses but, what? He took a big yawn and sat up stretching. He finally drug himself from the bed and got up and trudged to the kitchen. "Hey Sammy, I see your up" Dean smiled while speaking directly to Sam. "Mhm. What are you making. It smells really good" Sam muffled. "Well I decided to at least be nice and make you some pancakes" Dean said putting them on a plate. Dean grabbed the syrup from the fridge along with a butter knife and butter. He poured syrup on the pancakes then added a nice little creamy square of butter and set the plate in front of Sam. Sam picked up the fork and began to indulge into the food Dean had made him. "Mmm This is good." Sam said quickly finishing. "Hey dean" Sam muffled quietly. "Yeah Sam" Dean said his voice echoing throughout the bunker kitchen. "What does love truly mean?" Sam asked slightly blushing. "Well uhm. Mind if I….Show you?" Dean asked quietly. "Sure g-go ahead." Sam replied. Dean made his way to Sam and stood him up then pulled him into a sweet, chaste kiss. He slowly pulled away from Sam. "Love is when you love someone with all your heart Sammy." Dean said slightly lovingly. "S-so you….Love me?" Sam said quietly. "Yes Sammy, I love you worldwide with all my heart" Dean said. Sam knew this changed everything.
A week later after Sam and Dean's activities, Dean couldn't find reason for Sam's awkward behavior. Sam didn't know what the concept of the problem was either. Sam sighed and Sat on the toilet because what he was about to find out, Would change both His and Dean's life. Forever.