My Secret (Almost!) Scholar

A/N: OMDSC! So, I wondered what would happen if Dean got lots of college offers and Sam found out. WARNING! THIS IS WINCEST! Sam/Dean, J2, whatever you wanna call it.

Sam walked back into the hotel room, his hands filled with bags of food. Dean was sprawled out on the bed, writing in a notebook, completely oblivious to his presence.

"Hey, Dean. I'm back. What are you doing?" Sam asked, setting food down.

Dean quickly shoved everything into his duffle bag and faced Sam.

"Oh, nothing. Hey, I'm not hungry, so I'm gonna take a shower, okay?" Dean asked, his cheeks blushing a pretty, rosy pink.

"You're not hungry? Dean, you have to eat something. You haven't eaten since I got you that salad two DAYS ago." Sam said.

"I'll eat later, Sammy, promise. I'm dirty though. I need to take a shower."

"Dean, you just showered two hours ago. There's no possible way you're already dirty."

"Well, I am. And you're always complaining that I smell bad all the time. I'm trying to be more pleasant."

"Alright, Dean. Whatever. You better keep your promise and eat when you're finished."

"I will, Sam."

Dean looked at Sam and smiled shyly, thinking about how cute Sam looked in his button down.

'I want him. No, I can't have him. Damn it, why am I in love with my brother?' Dean thought, shaking his head as he walked into the bathroom.

As soon as Sam heard the water turn on, he opened up Dean's duffle bag and started to sift through it. He knew it was wrong, but he was interested in what Dean had to say, or write, technically, that he couldn't tell him. He uncovered a medium sized cardboard box, possibly an old shoebox, and opened it. Inside there were 2 notebooks, and a ton of letters. Letters from Julliard, Stanford, Harvard, Yale, and a couple addressed to him from Dean. Sam's hazel eyes widened in shock. He had so many college offers, it was unbelievable! Dean always came home with F filled report cards, but Sam had seen him with Wite-out® a couple of times, changing the grades. But, Sam was also hurt by this discovery. Stanford…he went to school at Stanford. He and Dean could have stayed together. Dean had the chance to be a scholar, and he didn't accept. He was about to open the notebook, but he heard the tap turn off and quickly put everything back in its place. Sam tried to look casual, as if he hadn't just been looking though his brother's belongings. Dean smiled and shook his head, sending water all over Sam. Sam gave him a surprised smile, then an annoyed look.

'Oh great. I pissed him off.' Dean thought as he took his salad out of one of the bags.

Sam watched as Dean stood at the counter and ate his salad with no dressing, which was basically all he ate now. Ever since he got back from Hell, he'd really been watching himself. He ate more healthily, he exercised frequently, and he made sure he took good care of his body. It was like he was worried about becoming obese or something. Which could never happen, because the man was already skinny as a twig. Sam got up to go eat with Dean. He figured he could help his brother through this.

"Hey Dean-o. Mind if I eat with you?" Sam asked.

"Be my guest. Just don't get any of your stupid dressing on my salad." Dean said, trying not to act like it was exciting that Sam was standing so close.

"Why? Are you scared of a little salad dressing?"

"Yes. It's calorie loaded and fattening. I'm not putting that crap in my body. And you really shouldn't either."

Sam was defiantly worried now. Dean loved greasy, fat inducing, foods. He used to eat double bacon cheeseburgers like they were going out of style. Sam looked Dean straight in the eye.

"Dean, are you okay? You aren't acting like my brother." Sam asked.

"I-I'm sorry, S-S-Sammy. I didn't mean to act weird." Dean said.

"No, I'm not mad or anything, it's just—you've been acting weird since you got back from Hell." Dean seemed to flinch at the word.

"I'm so sorry, Sammy. I-I'll try to man up. P-please don't be mad."

"Dean, I'm-"

"You're mad! I knew it!"

Dean ran into the bathroom and slammed the door, locking it when it shut. Sam sighed. He had to remember Dean was more…emotionally fragile now. Sam knocked on the door softly.

"Dean? Hey, dude, I'm not mad, I just wanted to know if you were upset. Please come out. We can talk about it." Sam said.

"No, we can't. I-I—I can't feel this way! It's wrong!" Dean said through sobs.

"Dean, it's not wrong to be scared, hurt, or sad. It's normal."

Sam's phone started to ring. It was Ruby, and he picked it up.

"What do you want? This IS NOT a good time." Sam said.

"Well, hello to you, too. What's wrong?" Ruby asked.

"One, Dean locked himself in the bathroom. Two, he's crying his eyes out. Three, he's acting weird, and has been since he got back from Hell."

"There's a diner called Sally's near your motel. You meet me there and bring Dean. Maybe insulting me a few times will snap him back to normal."

"Maybe. I'll see you around 7:30 then?"

"Sure, Sam. Bye."

Sam hung up. He had a reason besides interviews for Dean to leave the motel room.

"Dean! Dean, come on out. We need to meet Ruby at Sally's in 20 minutes. Get ready." Sam called.

"You go. You need a good time." Dean said, opening the door.

"Dean Tristan Winchester, listen and listen good. You will get dressed, put on your jacket, grab the keys, crank up some Bad Company, drive to the diner, and drink a beer, got it? You need a good time. Go get some numbers, meet some chicks."

"O-okay. I'll get ready honey- I mean, Sammy."

"Did you just-"

"No."

Dean picked up his clothes and walked back into the bathroom. He suddenly became excited. He was combing his cropped, dark blonde hair and smiling.

'Today is the day. I'm gonna tell him that I love him.' Dean thought as he brushed his teeth and put on a small amount of cologne. He had to look and smell good for his Sammy.

Dean walked out and Sam noticed that Dean looked and smelled better than he had since he got back.

'Oh my god, he looks good—no, not good, HOT—no, no he looks downright SEXY. What am I thinking? He's my brother. I CAN'T BE IN LOVE WITH HIM.' Sam thought.

He and Dean walked out to the Impala and got in. They drove to Sally's with Bad Company blaring through the speakers. God only knew what was going to happen at the diner.