Sam wasn't expecting suprises of soft candlelight and roses, but he doubted it would kill Dean to try and be a little romantic for a change. Established, Implied Wincest.
The typical local diner in whatever town was never a place Sam really enjoyed eating, with the creaking plastic booths and a smell that was just one big blob of greasy food. But the normalcy - well, the Winchester normalcy - was almost comforting after the week they had trekked through. Sam squeezed his eyes shut, wishing he could push away images of a possessed woman literally trying to eat his brother's face off, not with that nasty, twisted scab where the bitch had taken a chunk of his skin. Dean seemed relatively content as he cut through his stack of pancakes with the edge of his fork and crammed them in his face. Still chewing a massive bite, he made a pointed glance at the perky ass of the waitress serving coffee at the table across from them, turning to Sam to jut up his eyebrows and grin like a pervy idiot (not that he was arguing that Dean wasn't a pervy idiot.) Sam couldn't help but grin back, except his was a little softer - Dean being Dean just felt good somehow.
"What?" His brother said a little gruffly when his smile lingered on outside the average comfort zone.
"I love you." Sam said, in a way that made him feel girly but in the end he really didn't give two shits. Dean's shoulders jumped a little as he snorted, taking a slurp of his coffee. The little tug and swell of warm affection began to die down, Sam huffed a slumped down in his creaking seat. Dean had been able be affectionate every so often before things began to change between them.
"What?" Dean said again.
"Nothing, man." Sam replied with a shrug he knew betrayed a mini-episode of whining and brooding and, again, he didn't give two shits.
"Come on."
Sam let a heavy sigh through his nose.
"You could say 'I love you too' once in a while."
"You know I do, what's the big deal?" He said quietly as he chewed another large mouthful like a lazy cow.
"Well, I'd like to hear it sometimes."
Dean scoffed.
"I got all the girl and none of the boobs." He muttered with a little smirk.
"Dean."
"C'mon, Sammy, you know I'm not into that lovey-dovey crap. And this whole deal is kinda gay in the first place, no need to gay this fuckin' freakshow up more."
"Dean, it is gay. There's no way around it." He said, finding some satisfaction in the way his lips and eyebrows curled in distaste. Then he sighed, long and low, and cleared his throat.
"Look man - " Dean sighed again and stared at him, his eyes deeper and more sensitive than Sam had ever seen in his entire life. He felt his mouth go dry and his heart give quick kicks in his chest as Dean drew out the pause. "You are...the only dude I'd let anywhere near my ass."
And with that, Sam couldn't supress a snicker, completely demolishing his plan to glare at him. Dean was Dean and, yeah, it did make him feel a little more at ease through all the shit they had to wade through.
"C'mon, I thought that was pretty good!"