Mind Prompt: Dean is so busy trying to get "the job" done that he doesn't realize Sam has taken up playing their moms old guitar in what spare time they have. So when Sam asks him to meet him at an open mic night out in the middle of nowhere ohio, he figured they'd be laughing at some untalented losers, not that his brother had wrote him a (pretty awesome) lovesong and was apologizing for their fucked up life. Now it's Dean's turn to get a little chick flicky when he realizes how much Sam has really done for him and he needs to find a way to show his little bro that he loves him a little more than he should too.

Dean may have put on Paradise By The Dashboard Lights to pump himself up. After all, it wasn't every day he finally accepted that he was super gay for his little brother. So a little sing-a-long pep talk couldn't hurt right?

Plus, Meatloaf was pretty badass, and the song was sorta about love, right? Maybe?

Jeeze, he thought, it's damn hard to figure out how to confess to my moose of a brother that even though I'm borderline allergic to emotions I love him, WITHOUT saying the three big words. Hell, it was hard to say to himself.

Dean swallowed nervously, the hard gulp heavy in the otherwise silent motel room.

Of course, that was the exact moment Sam's key clinked in the lock. Dean silently cursed his brother's suddenly impeccable timing as he wrung his right hand awkwardly against the back of his neck. He met the taller man's gaze with a shy smile as the door finally pushed open.

"Heya, Sammy. I-...hey."

Sam frowned , the space between his eyebrows creasing in intrigue. Dean was being awfully skittish. Maybe... Sam's heart pounded in his chest...maybe he hadn't skipped out on the open mic night.

"Uh Dean? You okay? You seem kinda jumpy."

"Nope. 'M fine."

Or maybe he had.

"You sure?"

Dean coughed a little in his throat, his eyes doing their best to meet Sam's in assurance.

"Yep Sammy. Seriously."

Sam raised a sceptical eyebrow, but let the conversation drop. His ears finally picked up on the music in the room.

"Is that Meatloaf?"

Dean's cheeks flushed bright red as he ran over to shut the laptop lid, which continued to play music, much to his chagrin.

"Uh...no?"

Sam just grinned halfheartedly and sunk into the cheap mattress closest to the door, his eyes drooping with more emotional than physical exhaustion.

" , I...guess I'll sleep then, since you know...You're busy."

"Uh, yeah. Sure Sammy. I'll keep it down."

Grabbing a pillow and tucking it close to his chest, Sam closed his eyes.

...and within seconds nearly flew off the bed in shock.

Dean was spooning him.

The man had crawled into bed behind him and curled up, flopping an arm across Sam's waist. He was ninety percent sure a kiss had been placed at the back of his neck too, and to put it bluntly, Sam was as confused as fuck.

"Dean," Sam half whispered, terrified to startle the blonde, "What are you doing?"

His brother breathed out a heavy sigh, the noise catching slightly in his throat.

"I l-...you kno-...I liked the song Sammy."

Sam blinked hard, his mind shuffling through the words. When they finally sunk in he huffed out a relieved breath, sinking wholeheartedly back into Dean's arms. He closed his eyes and just before sleep took over, he mumbled one last sentence.

"I love you too Dean."

Dean curled in just that much closer.

Thats it ladies, gents and angels.

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Keyword is might.

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