Dean was the type of sarcastic asshole who could easily cover up. He's a Winchester, that's what they do best, drink into oblivion. Sam, however, was usually the 'feely' of the two. Which is why his feelings for Castiel, buried so deep, was shocking to anyone who found out, seeing as he never let on about them. Sam was acting so off around Dean, and Castiel, in the past few days; Dean had begun to pick up.

Dean was leaning on the door frame of the hotel bathroom, watching Sam blink dully at his laptop. "What's going on with you lately, Sam?" That was a bit out of character for Dean, but then again he didnt care for anyone more than his little brother.

Sam shrugged easily, as if it was nothing, eyes still glued to his computer. "I didn't sleep well. Bad dream was all."

"Damnit Sam, don't tell me it's Lucifer again." Dean stood up straight, slightly alarmed.

"Just a few traces, nothing wacky." He lied. In truth, his dreams had nothing to with his recent behavior. A few days back, Sam walked into the kitchen of Bobby's house to find Cas and Dean shyly kiss for the first time. He had walked out just as fast, to avoid being seen. Sam tried acting as though he'd seen nothing, but he was slowly slipping. There was no doubt, he had unrequited feelings for Castiel. He kept quite though, Sam didn't want to take the one good thing Dean had.

All though out of his power, his secret didn't last long.

They were in the middle of a hunt when Sam's luck ran out. They had a demon tied to a chair, where Dean was about to stab her with a knife. "Lets try it once more. Where is Crowley?"

She smiled slyly, as Dean raised his knife. "Aw baby doll, I know you don't want to do that! I know so much more than you could hope." Her voice was sarcastically sweet. She tipped her head, and swung it in Sam's direction. "Like your little mancrush?"

Sam's eyes wided, and he shifted his large body awkwardly. "What are you talking about." He was about to be the one to stab this bitch. "Yeah," Dean cut in, eyes narrowed as he looked at his younger brother. "What is she talking about?"

"Aw, come on Sam! It's not as fun when you can't play along." Her black eyes burned right through his, as she smirked all too knowingly for Sam's comfort. "You know exactly what I'm talking about. Those compressed feelings for your brothers angle boyfriend of course!" She winked. Sam had tried to stop her mid-sentence, but he wasn't fast enough to slit her neck. Although right after, her head slid clean off as Sam stood over her with the knife.

"Sam." Dean hadn't stopped narrowing his eyes. "The hell was she talking about."

Sam tried shrugging, but there was no way around it this time. "Demons lie."

Dean huffed. "Somehow I doubt this one was," He pressed. "Would you mind telling me what the hell's going on?"

Sam let out a long, unsteady breath as he looked at his shoes. "Dean I-" He was having trouble being fully honest. "I didn't want to say anything. It's obvious Cas has a thing for you, and I didn't wan't to come between that."

Dean pressed his lips together and swallowed hard.

Sam wasn't like Dean, he usually didn't drink or wallow in sorrow at bars alone. Today was different. His secret, that he'd kept for so long, was out. He didn't expect anything good to come out of it.