"Damn it Sammy, you're hair is impossible!" Dean groaned. Sam just chuckled. "Dean it's not that hard," Castiel said already putting flowers in Sam's hair. Sam just kept smiling, "I'm guessing you're just loving this Dean," Sam laughed. "Shut your mouth Sam," Dean mumbled still fidgeting with Sam's hair. "Oh you know what? Screw this!" Dean said throwing Sam's hair around. Sam chuckled again; "hey Dean it's okay," Sam pulled Dean closer and placed a kiss on Dean's lips. Dean moved Sam closer to him. He brought Sam into his lap and kissed him more frenching him as well. "Hey. Hey! I was working on something! Stop moving Sam around! Oh, come on! Guys, come on please stop, that's disgusting guys not while I'm here please?" Castiel whined. Dean waved him off and Castiel proofed away. Dean then messed the rest of Sam's hair up and kept him close, "you know Sammy," Dean started to say. "Yeah De?" Sam asked. "The bedroom isn't that far and there's no more third wheel," Dean said trailing along. Sam stood up took Dean's hand and pulled Dean in the bedroom and locked the door. Dean laid Sam on the bed where Dean thought there were way too many flowers on it. Nevertheless, seeing Sam like that made butterflies fly in his stomach. "I love you Sammy, so much," Dean whispered. "I love you too De," Sam whispered and pulled Dean close crashing their lips together.