A/N:

With no internet-connection at home, I tend to get bored beyond belief and from that boredom a few stories come to be.
The same goes for the story below.

I'd appreciate it if you would R&R!
Helpful comments are very much welcome,
and please keep in mind that English is not my native language and that mistakes in grammar and spelling might be present!

Other than that, please enjoy :]

Standard disclaimer applies, unfortunately.

Sam turned his head. There it was again. The tightness of the jaw, the forming of tears in his eyes, the weird movements of the lower body. Dean was clearly struggling with something.

"Dean?"

The male blinked in answer, the tears disappearing as he turned to look at his younger brother with his jaw still clenched tightly shut.

Sam heard him make a noise in the back of his throat and licked his lips nervously.

"L-look, Dean. If you're hurt, tell me. I know I can't do anything for you being in this position but, man, I can't stand looking at you hurting and not knowing what's going on!"

Dean seemed amused for a second there, his lips curling up into a smirk but it disappeared just as soon as it had come and Dean was wriggling again, curling up into himself as much as the chains around his ankles and wrists allowed.

"Dean!"

Sam was really worried now. He knew how much of a stubborn bastard his brother could be but damn him for keeping him in the dark about something this important.

"Talk to me, Dean."

Dean raised his head again after a few seconds and Sam could clearly see the tears in his eyes. "Dean?"

"'M not hurt, Sammy."

Sam's heart clenched painfully at hearing that strained voice. He didn't like it one bit.

"Drop the tough-guy act Dean. I can hear that you're hurt! Just tell me what's going on already."

Dean sighed. "Not hurt."

"Then what?"

"... Something else."

Sam frowned. He was used to his brother giving him half-assed answers so it didn't really surprise him that he choose to do the same, even now.

"What?"

"... You're supposed to be the smart one, aren't you? Figure it out!"

Sam's frown deepened. Okay, his brother had just snapped at him, nothing new there. But what was going on? Why wouldn't he just tell him? Why-... Wait a second.

"Dean. Does it, by any chance, have anything to do with the amount of coffee you drank before we ended up here?"

Dean's tear-filled eyes turned to look at him and Sam caught a blush on those tear-streaked cheeks.

"Aw, dammit, Dean. I told you not to drink so much!"

Dean growled at his brother and continued to curl into himself, wishing that the feeling would just disappear.

"Dean, just do it. You know we're not getting out of here anytime soon and it's pointless to fight it. You'll only end up damaging your body, so just do it."

"... Like hell!"

Sam sighed heavily. "Dean, just do it."

"No! Now shut up!"

Dean turned his head away as more tears formed in his eyes. He really was a stubborn ass.

It was then that a smile appeared on Sam's face as an idea started forming in his mind.

"Hey, Dean?"

"... Yeah?"

"Everyday, everyway, takin' a pee, go sometimes when I fall asleep. C'mon, man, take your winkie, let it out. Touch the handle, flush it out! Go and take a nice pee, oh, going all day. Go and take a nice pee, c'mon go all May! Go and take a nice pee, oh, what can I say?"

"Sam! You bitch! I swear to God I'll-!"

"... My crotch, can pee, from my head to the ceiling! Hey! Hey! Hey!"

"SAMMY!"