Once upon a time there were two brothers named Sam and Dean. They both secretly loved each other, but neither of them knew what went on in the other's head. One day they went to a bar in New York to investigate a case, little did they know, they had stepped into a gay bar. Seeing as both Sam and Dean are built (and may I say, fucking unf) the men at the bar kept hitting on them. Naturally Dean was becoming jealous. He grabbed Sam's hand to show the other guys who he belonged to. Sam, who was not expecting it, began to blush, but all the same he held on tight to Dean's hand. They left the bar as quickly as they came after finding nothing useful for their case. Even as they left the bar, Sam held tightly onto Dean's hand. When they reach the Impala Sam had the biggest smile on his face. Dean looked down at his hand which was still gripped tight by Sam and muttered "Sam, why are you still holding my hand?" Sam blushed and quickly let go of Dean's hand. "Sorry," he muttered. Without thinking Dean grabbed Sam's and again and looked him in his hazel green eyes, and Sam stared back. Then Dean pushed Sam against that Impala and planted a kiss on his lips. Sam was surprised, but he didn't let Dean take over. He reacted and kissed him back. Sam slowly inched his tongue into Dean's mouth and ran it along the roof. Dean shuttered and backed off. "Sam, what are we doing?" "Dean shut up and kiss me!" Dean smirked and shoved his hands into his pocket. "What did you say Sammy?" Sam begins to panic. He doesn't know what to do with himself, and he can't explain what just happened. Dean reaches up and ruffles Sam's hair. Hesitantly, Sam turns away and starts to walk to the passenger side of the car. His face is beet red. He quickly gets in the car and buckles up his seat belt. Sam looks like a lost puppy, looking at his feet with his hair over his face. Slowly Dean gets in the car and sits himself down. He makes sure that all the doors are lock and he looks over at Sam. He stares at him until Sam can feel his constant gaze. He grabs Sam's hand and waits until he looks at him. "Sam" he whispers. Sam looks up "I'm sorry Sammy. That wasn't supposed to happen." "No Dean, that's not the problem. I-…" Sam tries to say, but he can't seem to find the right words. "It's okay Sammy." Dean says calmly. Then he smirks, and says "Sammy, if you really want to, yah know, it's not going to hurt anyone." Sam looks up at Dean with a glint in his eyes. He smiles and just nods slowly. He holds tight onto Dean's hand and Dean starts the car driving into the dark.