Dean gulped, watching the person in front of him.
"So… choose."
He breathed heavily, desperately trying to find his voice, to make himself believe it was a difficult question. It wasn't. He knew the answer, he'd always known.
"Sam."
"Dean?"
He blinked. The room around himself switched, now he was in a familiar room, with a familiar face inches apart from his.
"Dean?" Sam repeated.
Sam blinked again and again. He must had zone out.
"C-come again?"
"Pepsi or Coke?" Sam asked, his eyebrows up on his forehead.
The elder brother didn't speak for some moments.
"P-pepsi…" He answered.
Sam just nodded, going in the kitchen. Dean breathed heavily, expiring in a sigh. It was okay. Everything was okay.
"Are you okay?" Came Sam's voice.
Dean nodded, taking the can his brother offered him.
"I'm okay." He assured.
"What were you thinking about?" Sam asked after some moments.
"Nothing important." Answered Dean.
"You were thinking about me?"
"Yeah."
They remained silent, drinking pepsi and watching the patterns the dust made in the air.
"I love you."
Sam smiled silently, pretending not to notice the way his brother's head came to rest on his shoulder.
"I love you too." He murmured.