'Ruby, Ruby, Ruby! Is she all you ever think about Sam?!' bellowed Dean from his bed. Sam put his keys down at the small table beside the door of the motel room. 'Dean-'

'No. Don't say anything.' says Dean, pulling the covers over his head. 'What do you need to hide from me?' says a muffled voice from the bed. 'Don't you… Trust me?'

Sam sighs and takes off his jacket drenched from the rain. He takes off his shirt too and leaves it out in the chair to dry. 'Dean..' he says softly, sitting down beside him and pulling the blanket off his face. 'Dean I trust you more than I trust myself.' Dean opens an eye.

'Do you?' he asks softly.

'I do.'

'Then why does she have to be all over, all the bloody time! I hate it.'

'Dean I still prefer you over her! She could never take your place. She's just a demon, Dean. You're my brother. You have been there all my life. She is not even close. She's just helping me get Lilith.'

'Then why do you have to sneak out behind my back?!'

'Dean calm down.' says Sam, keeping a hand on Dean's shoulder. 'She just prefers it that way and I think it would be better if I played by her rules.' Sam looked into Dean's eyes to see if he was still mad at him. Dean's green eyes looked into Sam's. They travel down to his damp chest. He grips Sam's arm firmly and pulls him closer. Sam bends down, concerned, expecting Dean to whisper something. His hair fall onto his face and forehead. Dean pushes his hair back gently looking into his eyes which widen. He slips his hand into his hair and presses his lips firmly to Sam's. His tongue gently slides over Sam's lower lips and then he pulls back. Sam's features arranged into an expression of shock. 'I… Uh…' mumbles Dean turning scarlet and realizing what he had done.

'Dean?' chokes out Sam, asking for an explanation.

'What?' says Dean gruffly. 'Can't a man kiss his own brother?'

'On the lips? With so much… Passion?' says Sam, still wide eyed. 'What just happened Dean?'

'Nothing!' says Dean. 'Look just…' he sighs in defeat, knowing there was no way out now. He had to tell the truth. Now they would be destroyed forever. 'Sammy… I…'

'What?' asks Sam, gently. Dean takes a deep breath and sits up.

'I'm in love with you, Sammy.' He chokes out and looks away. Sam breathes in sharply.

'Do you… Mean that?'

'Yeah..' says Dean looking at his hands. Sam leans in closer.

'You have no idea, Dean,' he whispers. 'How long and how much… I've been craving to hear that.' Dean's breath catches in his throat as he looks up at Sam, shocked. Sam slips his fingers in Dean's hair and pulls him in for a kiss, locking his lips with Deans who responds almost immediately. He pushes his brother back into the bed, slipping over. His hands fingers trace Sam's damp chest as he nibbles on his lower lip and passes his tongue over it gently. Sam moans softly into his mouth and grants him entry and their tongues intertwine and he pulls off Dean's shirt. His hands slip to the blondes back and then his waist who traces his lips over his jawline and then softly nibbles his earlobe.

They lie tangled with each other under the sheets. 'Dean,' says Sam, softly looking up into Deans eyes. As if sensing the insecurity in Sam's heart, Dean slips his arms tightly around Sam. 'Don't worry Sammy. I've got you now baby.' He whispers soothingly. 'I love you..'

'I love you too…' says Sam burying his face into Dean's chest.