Disclaimer : I do not own Supernatural or any of the characters. They were created by someone who works for the CW an if I did own them, the show wouldn't be half as good.

Sam had been dozing for about 10 minutes when Dean walked in. Sam blinked his eyes open and smiled when he saw Dean. Then he noticed Dean was limping and he frowned.

"Dean, what happened?"

"Nothing. It's fine. I managed to keep the money"

"What do you mean 'it's fine'? You're hurt. Let me help you."

Dean rolled his eyes at Sam's concerned tone of voice. "Sam, I told you its fine. I just got a little roughed up. Besides, what does it matter to you if I got hurt?"

Sam flinched at those words, but he recovered quickly and asked, "Is this about the Asylum? Dean, please listen to me. We need to talk about what happened."

"We," Dean said, with great emphasis on the word, "don't need to talk about anything so don't start. I went to get some money. I hustled at the bar we passed on the way here. I bought a few drinks and hit on a few girls."

Sam felt the same odd feeling he got when Dean hit on the clerk, but he ignored it to listen to what Dean was saying.

"I just played a few rounds and won some money. The bastards weren't happy about losing their money, so they came after me in the parking lot and demanded their money. I refused to return it so they got violent. They roughed me up a little, but I managed to keep the money and drive them off so it's fine.

"And," Dean added noticing the fact that Sam was opening his mouth, "If you bring up the need to talk one more time I'm gonna kick your ass, so just let it go and go to sleep."

Sam closed his mouth and frowned as he watched Dean got ready for bed.

'Should I just keep asking? No, he'll probably just blow up again. I'll just wait until morning. Just you wait Dean.'

Sam got off of the bed with his laptop and seated himself in an armchair. He heard Dean get into the bed and then suddenly the noise stopped. He looked up to see Dean watching him

"Aren't you going to sleep Sam?"

"No, I'm going to check the internet a little longer. You go ahead and rest."

Dean offered no response as he settled himself to sleep.

Sam watched Dean for another minute before he turned his attention back to the computer. Knowing that he and Dean had not talked would be enough to prevent him from sleeping, so he decided to spend his time productively. Sam began searching for anything out of the ordinary. He was so engrossed in his work he didn't notice as the hours flew by. He had found nothing out of the ordinary however, so after much searching he finally closed his computer. Sam ran a hand down his face and stood up with his laptop in his hands. He stretched a little and then he put his laptop away. Sam got himself ready for bed, stripping down to his underwear. Sam looked at the clock. It was 4:30 in the morning. Sam groaned slightly.

'4;30. Crap. I'm not going to get much sleep, am I?'

He didn't want to wake up Dean so he got into the bed slowly. Once he was there he looked at Dean. Dean hadn't stirred, so he thought he was in the clear. Sam shifted a little to get comfortable. Once he had stopped moving he began to close his eyes, but then he heard Dean groan something.

"Sam…"

Sam's eyes opened up immediately, all thought of sleep gone. "Dean?"

"I want to tell you some…something"

Sam's eyebrows joined together in confusion. Dean had refused to speak to him earlier. Why was he talking now? Sam stayed silent for a moment before it hit him.

'He's talking in his sleep! What should I do? I know he won't talk to me if I confront him again, but I know how mad he'll be if I take advantage of this. What should I do? Screw it. If he's going to be pissed at me anyway I might as well get something out of it'

"What do you want to tell me Dean?"

"Sam, I'm sorry…"

Sam frowned at those words, "Dean, why are you sorry?"

"You hate me. I'm sorry I can't be a person you can love"

Sam's eyes widened in shock and forced himself not to gasp.

'That's why he won't talk to me? He thinks I hate him? How… when did he get that idea in his head? Why would he think I hate him?'

Suddenly realization hit Sam and he felt tears sting his eyes. Sam blinked several times to stop them from falling.

'This is because of the asylum? He thinks I hate him? Oh my god. The things I told him. I tried to kill him. Of course he thinks I hate him. I have to fix this. Tomorrow. I'll talk to him tomorrow no matter what.'

Sam wanted to talk right there and then, but watching Dean sleep so peacefully was enough to stop him. It was almost 6 am already. Sam watched Dean's chest rise and fall every now and then as he slept. Sam smiled as he watched Dean. He looked so peaceful like this; completely different than when he was awake. He seemed much younger and innocent. Sam raised his hand to lightly touch Dean's face. In the light from the rising sun, to Sam anyway, Dean looked…pretty.

Sam blinked and pulled his hand back when he heard himself think that.

'Pretty? Where did that come from? Well, he does look kind of cute in this light. Christ, what the hell am I thinking? Well whatever, I'll deal with that later. Today I should focus on fixing what happened at the asylum. I can deal with everything else later.'

But even as Sam thought that and got ready to sleep what little he could the same words kept coming back to him.

'Pretty. Cute.'

Sam fell asleep with a smile on his face.