What the hell were you thinking

by attia.iram.1

Days had been passed. The air was still thick. Sam had tried everything to make Dean talk and get out of his shell. He failed obviously. And then there was a usual hunt of a black dog in a cave of dark forest, where Dean jumped without informing him.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Sam yelled. No! The yelling cannot describe what he was doing at that time. 'He asked desperately and confidently' can describe the condition better.

"What were YOU thinking Sam?" Dean asked smiling. Yes! He was smiling. Sam flinched, because the smile was so intense and mysterious and well! That smile was everything but a smile.

"I mean, you thought that this is stupid. Getting jumped into the dog bowl intentionally, then why, and exactly why you jumped after me Sam? What were you feeling right then?" Dean asked, making his voice clearer and softer.

And yes we are getting there at last.

We are getting on the part where Dean Winchester was going to 'TALK' about feelings. Well! Trust me not a good subject for Dean.

Not. Good. For. Dean. At. All.

Sam smirked. "Now." He said after the staring competition. "Like right freaking NOW, you want to talk Dean? I mean I was wondering, and pounding and collapsing and feeling light headed then again wondering, pounding, collapsing, that when the hell ever on earth Dean would talk to me. Talk to me about us. Talk about how we should get over with it AFTER actually starting it but NO, Dean was not going to talk because the moment wasn't righteous at that time in the motel room, or when we were at the diner or when we were in the Impala waiting for the douche police officer about the length of forever and NOW Dean, you want to talk about our feelings in the dog bowl of a black dog, which apparently has never shown up yet for whatever reason…" A small voice made him stop talking. His big bro has moved forward and just hugged him out of nowhere. The voice was not alone in this matter, the warmth and arms around him were some other forceful factors, as per say.

There was no need to talk. Because. Well! You know because.

"Dean?" After two or three minutes of the intense and 'quiet' hug, Sam said.

"Hmmm?" The answer was like the switch of light in the darkness.

"The black dog finally showed up." Sam informed after smirking on the nasty thing, which was staring with its bloody red eyes.