OK, ever since the whole Trickster thing started things just keep getting weird. Not like vampires banging werewolves weird. We're talking about Dean calling Sam his boyfriend whenever a victim's family member asked how they know each other.

They were currently in a random motel room and for some reason they couldn't find a case.

'Dean, I'm telling you, something is wrong with you.' Sam insisted.

'Babe, what are you talking about? I feel great, better than great to be honest.' Dean said as he stepped closer to Sam, grabbing Sam by the waist.

Well, that was new.

Sam slapped at his brother's hands, looking at Dean like he'd lost his fucking mind. Because clearly Dean had TOTALLY lost his mind, touching his little brother like that. Made Sam feel like some kind of tramp Dean usually picks up at a bar.

'Dean, would you listen to yourself? You're calling me Babe, Sweet Heart, Baby, Honey, Darling and last week you called me your boyfriend.' Sam reminded.

'Well you are, aren't you? Oh God, you're dumping me.' Dean gasped as he looked at Sam, the hurt obvious in his eyes.

Sam was confused about all of this, but he hated seeing that look on Dean's face.

'No! No I'm not dumping you Dean.' Sam said quickly.

'Oh, well don't scare me like that Babe.' Dean said before he did the unthinkable.

He puckered up and KISSED Sam, on the lips! It was a chaste kiss, but still a kiss. Dean had never kissed Sam in the face, not even when they were little kids. Sam didn't know what to do.

'What's wrong with you Baby? You seemed shocked.' Dean said when he realized Sam had stopped blinking and was standing stark still.

'Y-You kissed me.' Sam stuttered.

'Yeah, I've done more than that too.' Dean smirked.

'What?'

'Its like you have amnesia, OK lets go over the basics. I am Dean, you are Sam. We are brothers and we are dating, and we hunt monsters.' Dean informed.

'I don't really remember how we ended up dating, care to remind me?' Sam said, trying to treat this like a normal case.

'Sure but it'll cost you later.' Dean said with a wink.

'Cost me what?' Sam asked, though he was sure he didn't want to know.

'You'll find out later. We started dating when you were eighteen. You said you were tired of girl chasing I agreed, we got drunk and fucked.' Dean said plainly.

'We- we have had sex? We had sex!' Sam freaked out.

'Yes, how about I jog your memory a little big.' Dean said before grabbing Sam by the hair and pulling him into a kiss.

This kiss was way different than the one from earlier, this one was...hungry. It was like Dean was trying to show Sam how much he wanted him in one kiss. Sam was so overwhelmed that he couldn't figure out how to push Dean away, so he just sat there and got kissed on.

Then Dean made the next step and began licking Sam's bottom lip, asking for entrance. And the weird thing was, Sam let him in.

It was kinda like when someone ask you if you like their hideous outfit and you just say yes, not to be mean, just because.

Before Sam could fully realize he had his brother's tongue in his mouth, Dean had begin to walk them over to Dean's bed. In seconds Sam was falling onto the bed and Dean had landed on top of him.

That was enough to snap the younger Winchester out of his idiotic haze. Sam turned his head, breaking the kiss. He looked at anything but his horny brother. He could tell Dean was horny because his cock was hard and pressing against his thigh.

Dean either didn't notice Sam's uneasiness or he just didn't care, because continued to kiss Sam's neck.

'D-Dean, stop. This isn't you.' Sam said.

'Who else would it be, you're not cheating on me are you Sammy?' Dean teased before biting at Sam's neck.

'What? No, but I can't do this.'Sam said through labored breaths.

Sam was surprised when Dean pulled back with a heavy sigh.

'If you don't want to then we wont do anything, there's always next time.' Dean said as he got off of the bed and went the restroom.

At least Dean wasn't forceful when it came to the relationship. Relationship? That's what the trickster did, he messed with Dean's memories so that he'd think they've been dating for years. He didn't change Sam's just to freak him out.

'Hey Sam?' Dean said as he came out of the bathroom.

'Um yes...dear?' Sam said awkwardly.

'I know you're not in the mood for sex, but can we do the other thing?' Dean asked casually.

'What other thing?' Sam asked.

Dean smirked as he crawled on the bed and shuffled til he had his little brother's back held firmly against his chest. Once the Winchester boys were in a comfortable Dean's hands began to play with the hem of Sam's plaid shirt.

'Dean...what are we doing?' Sam asked.

'Aggressively hugging.' Dean said as he placed a soft kiss to Sam's neck.

'You mean cuddling?' Sam asked with a grin, he never would have pegged Dean as a cuddle bug.

'I don't cuddle.' Dean said with no bite to it.

'You're such a cuddle bug.' Sam teased.

'Hey, you love my aggressive hugs.' Dean said in his own defense.

'Cuddling.' Sam whispered.

'You know what I think we should do?' Dean said.

'What?' Sam asked curiously.

'We should go on a vacation, like a real one. No hunting, no cases, no dead bodies, just you and me on a king size bed and some Dr. Sexy M.D.' Dean said.

As crazy as it sounded, Sam agreed. He and Dean needed a break, and with Dean acting like this maybe he shouldn't be hunting right now.

'I think you're right, but where to, I don't wanna bump into anyone from any of our old cases. I just want to be where no one knows what we do or what we've done.' Sam said as he absentmindedly began to play with Dean's fingers.

Everything just seemed so natural, like he was supposed to cuddle with his brother.

'I hear ya, how about...Vegas?' Dean suggested.

They haven't been to Vegas since they were kids, and even then they had to stay in a rundown motel while their dad was on a case. They didn't get to see the city other than what they say on the drive there and back.

'Vegas sounds awesome.' Sam said.

'Alright, so Vegas it is then.' Dean concluded.

'But, if we're going to Vegas then we're going to do it the Vegas way. I'm talking a damn nice hotel, going to a casino, bar hopping the works.' Sam said, he wasn't joking, he always wanted to have a real vacation.

'I gots me a man with class, we got enough on the cards for a good hotel and enough in gambling money to, you know, gamble.' Dean grinned.

'So we're going, when do you want to leave? We could pack up now.' Sam suggest as he tilted his head back to look up at his brother.

'I want to get a quick nap before we hit the road.' Dean answered.

'Fine, I'll let you, but I'll start packing.' Sam offered as he tried to get up but he was pulled back down.

'Hey hey hey, I might not be able to make you sleep with me, but I can make you sleep with me.' Dean said as he laid them down so they were now spooning.

Sam was surprised Dean, his mega masculine brother, was so willing to be the little spoon. How much did the trickster change him, was it just his memories or his personality too?