Dean
"Sammy! Omg! Don't stop!"
All of a sudden, I was sitting up in my bed covered in sweat. Sam was sitting on the other bed in the room. We'd just finished wasting a croaton, and we needed to sleep off the weeks work.
Sam looked at me with a look I'd never seen before. It was like, he was confused, please, and guilty all at once.
"Dean, what were you just dreaming about?" He asked me with th e same look still plastered all over his face.
"Oh, uh.. Hookers. *gulp* Yeah. A hooker. " I really needed to get better at lying if I was going to keep these horrid feelings to myself.
His face changed a little. He had a little bit of a smirk now. Oh my god. How could my little brother be so damn sexy?
"But I thought I was the only Sam you called Sammy."
Shit.
"Uhm.. Right, yeah."
"Look, Dean, I need to talk to you. But you have to promise me you won't get mad."
Oh shit. I've been made.
"Uh.. ok. What is it?"
Sammy looked away for a minute and then turned back.
"Iwanttohaveexwithyoubutyou'remybrotherandnowyou'regoingtohatemeandyou'dneverbewithmeandijus-"
"Sammy! Breathe! Try that again, slowly."
Sam took a deep breath.
"I keep dreaming of having sex with you. I want you Dean."
I couldn't believe it. It was bad enough getting hard at the sight of Sammy getting out of the shower or something, now he wants to be with me too? I didn't know what to do. I just stared at him.