"Sam you've got to stop this" Dean demanded, storming into the room and slamming the door behind him.
"Why Dean? If it makes me strong enough to defeat Lilith, it's worth it" Sam reasoned, sitting on the bed.
"No. It's not. Can't you see what it's doing to you" Dean paced the dingy motel room, turning to face Sam "It's turning you into a monster!"
"Why does it matter so much to you" Sam jumped up "It's my life, my problem to deal with. If you don't like it, fine, but this is me now."
"No. This is not my little brother. This is not Sammy"
"Why do you care so much?" Sam asked
"Because you're my little brother, its my job to care" Dean replied, turning away
"No, its more than that" Sam said thoughtfully "What is it, really?"
"Son of a bitch" Dean mumbled and turned to face Sam, their faces only inches apart. They looked into each others eyes, Sams searching and Deans hard and intensive.
"Fine. You really want to know?" He asked roughly
"Of course" Sam replied sincerely
Dean cursed softly and looked away for a moment, and when he met Sams eyes again, they were filled with passion and desire. Sam stumbled back, shocked by his brothers expression and Dean quickly followed and pushed him roughly onto the bed.
"Dean, what are you doing" Sam asked, his voice shaking slightly, though he made no move to get up
"You said you wanted to know" Dean said softly, slowly moving over Sam to straddle him "This is just me showing you" he bent to kiss him, feeling Sams resistance crumble beneath him.
