Another chapter for you and I'm actually going to work on a third for you. Once again, I'd love to know what you think. Thanks for the favourites, adds and all that jazz on the first chapter of this and my other story. It's appreciate.


Maybe it was boredom that made Sam want to pursue this, made him want to mess with his brother to try and ellicit some sort of reaction. He'd been tirelessly asking if Sam was okay, which he was, but it was getting annoying. Sam needed to distract Dean and get him to loosen up a bit. Sam wondered how much attention he could give Dean before making him feel uncomfortable, he wondered if Dean was so in need of affection that he'd lean into Sam's every advance or if he'd do what any normal person would do and begin to realise that much closeness between brothers was a bit weird.

Sam didn't know why he needed to know he just did. It was probably just some excuse to get close to Dean, if he was playing a game then it didn't really count, it didn't matter how close they got. Sam had been through enough that trying to make your brother feel uncomfortable about your sexual advances didn't seem weird or wrong. It was just a game, he was just pranking Dean like he always had.

When Dean got back from getting food Sam thought about how he was going to go about this. He wasn't sure whether to take the subtle approach or to be a bit more obvious. Dean was grumbling about 'the fucking cashier' who's short changed him and how he'd then got stuck in traffic so the food was probably cold by now anyway. Once Dean had placed the food on the table and looked at Sam questioningly waiting for some response Sam was striding towards him. He'd had every intention of kissing Dean but Dean's shocked look at Sam simply walking towards him said that probably wasn't a good idea. So Sam just pulled him into a very tight hug.

"Alright, Sammy. I wasn't gone that long."

Sam didn't pull out of the hug until he felt Dean relax into him, he was cool from being outside and Sam could feel the pulse in his neck where his cheek was pressed to it. Dean hadn't hesitated to wrap his arms around Sam either, at least this was normal for them. Sam wasn't going to explain himself or give an excuse for hugging his brother, he shouldn't need one.

Once he felt Dean tense up and begin to pull away Sam released him and smiled before turning to the table and opening up the bag of food. He was hungry and Dean had been gone quite a while.

"What was that for?" Dean asked coming to stand beside him and barely even paying attention to the food that Sam was dragging out of the bag.

Sam shrugged one shoulder, "can't I hug my brother?"

"Course you can, Samantha," Dean chuckled before ripping a burger from Sam's hands and sitting down at the table.

Sam had expected to confuse Dean more but it seemed that Dean expected stupid little shows of affection from his brother. Sam would have to be more subtle, teasing.

The next time Sam felt inspired by his new game was the following day. They were researching some suspicious deaths that were happening two towns over. They needed to establish if this was their sort of thing before going in there guns blazing.

Dean was sitting at the table in their motel room staring at the laptop screen, Sam had been out to get beers. It felt like they'd been at this for hours, they probably didn't have much choice but to head into town the next day and see what was going on. Most of the town's residents had been ordered to stay in their homes by the police while they tried to ascertain what was going on, why all those people were dying.

Sam placed the beers on the table before pulling one out and handing it to Dean, "found anything?" He walked around the table, behind Dean, heading to the seat he'd been sitting in prior to going on a beer run. However, he didn't sit down right away. Very gently he ran his hand down the exposed skin of the back of Dean's neck before resting his hands on his shoulder. He let it linger there for a moment and then sat down, removing his hand from Dean and opening his own beer.

Dean turned his head to look at Sam what was sitting close next to him looking over at the laptop. Sam could tell that Dean was trying to work him out and when Dean didn't answer his question he looked at his brother. Sam simply raised his eyebrows, trying to ignore how close their faces were now. "Dean? Have you found anything?"

Snapping his head back round to look at the computer screen Dean sighed, "nothing."