Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, there is no money earned on this fan fic. All of this goes to Eric Kripke, the CW and George Lucas for the SW references.

"He did what?" Sam's expression was one of absolute confusion.

Dean nodded, taking a deep breath in the process.

"I know, completely insane."

"You're kidding me?" Sam couldn't believe what he was hearing. Then he remembered, he didn't really give a shit. They did after all have more pressing matters on their hands.

"Saw it on Oprah, man… Chris Brown is officially a dick!"

Dean just wouldn't let it go.

"Okay, can we move on now, what did the angels say?"

Sam Winchester did have a problem with angels that threatened to kill him. It just wasn't something he felt that he deserved. Not after what they had done, after what he had done… All those people he saved with Ruby. He frowned. Perhaps better not to mention her, or even think about her.

They were driving down an unmarked street on their way to meet an old hunter friend about a case he was working on, something concerning a flesh-eating man up north that they probably had to gank.

"You know what they said, Sam. I told you. Geez, are you in denial, or something?"

Dean sounded pissed as hell, but Sam ignored it. They hadn't exactly been seeing eye to eye since the truth came up. Well, at least part of the truth. The part that Sam probably should have told Dean before he found out the way he did. He still didn't know everything, and Sam was going to make sure it stayed that way. Anything else would be too much information.

"Yeah, I am trying to deny the fact that some angel used you for his boy toy."

At this part, Dean almost ran the car off the road, and had to step on the breaks in order to make the curve ahead.

"Christ, Dean. What the hell is wrong with you?" Sam said, sending a seriously bewildered look at Dean, whose face had gone very red.

"What do you mean boy toy? I didn't tell you about…" Dean started, but the sentence trailed off into silence.

Sam was clinging to the car-door firmly, taking deep steady breaths as the car fell back into the right file. Man, was Dean acting odd or what?

"When an angel slaps you around, and kicks your ass, I'd say you were pretty much being toyed with!" He shook his head. "What else could I have meant?"

Dean swallowed, looking at Sam with wide innocent eyes, both eyebrows raised. He gave his brother a sideways nod and something that was supposed to resemble a smile, before retorting:

"He didn't kick my ass; he just had some fun with it."

(Ouch)

His face reddened even more, and he gritted his teeth in annoyance.

"What?" Sam said, while shaking his head, mouth half open. He didn't make heads or tails of the weird expression on Dean's face.

"Nothing, no ass involved what so ever…Just… Just leave me alone!" Dean sighed, and a sound of pain erupted from the back of his throat.

Sam turned away from him, staring into nothing but air.

His mouth had remained half open and he wore a slight frown, deep wrinkles spreading on his wide forehead.

He almost said something, but stopped himself.

Unable to hold it in for too long, he blurted out with it.

"Look, man, if this is your totally crappy way of asking what is going on between me and Ruby; first of all, that is none of your business! You made it perfectly clear that you really aren't okay with anything I have been doing…"

Dean turned towards him, and raised an eyebrow.

"Whoa, what the hell are you talking about? You have been doing what with Ruby? Except from ganking demons with the power of your mind? Doing the Vader on innocent people?"

"We… Doing the Vader? What the hell kind of Star Wars reference is that? You are so losing your touch!" Sam sniggered, and it pissed Dean off even further.

He tried to throw out another insult, but Sam burst out into a low laughter, clutching the stupid map he had been trying to read earlier.

"You are totally intolerable…" Dean mumbled.

Sam wiped a tear from his eye and frowned again.

"Intolerable? What, your new boyfriend said that?"

Dean stamped down on the breaks, and stopped the car. Then he pointed a finger at Sam, a look of death and seriousness on his face.

"I'm gonna fudging kick your ass!"

"It was joke, Dean, and what's with the unhealthy ass-obsession?" Sam couldn't stop smiling. He hadn't been able to yank his brother's chain like this since they were kids.

Dean licked his lips, and took a deep breath. Then he looked at Sam, the hazel eyes still dead serious.

"You're a psychic Anakin Skywalker, you know that?" He raised an eyebrow again.

Sam snorted.

"Yeah, and you're a slut…"

"Bitch."

"Jerk."

"Demon-lover."

"Angel-lover."

Dean shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

"Look, just because Cass kissed me…" he began.

Sam's smile disappeared.

"What…? The angel kissed you?"

(...)

Dean could have shot himself. And was fully planning to.

Later.

The angel was gonna get it first.

Damned.

Wrong choice of words.

Again.