"Cas hates me," Sam said. He was shooting hoops with Dean in the park. He lined up to shoot, and the ball bounced against the rim of the basket and went flying to the left.

"I'm sure he doesn't hate you," Dean said, going to retrieve the ball. "He's just Cas... he's a little thick-headed."

"And by thick-headed you mean a douche-bag?" Sam asked.

"Exactly," Dean said with a wink. He sunk a basket.

Sam didn't go to get the ball. Instead he stared right into Dean's eyes. "He said we should both die."

Dean's face fell. "There's no way he really said that. You're exaggerating."

"He quoted scripture saying that gay people should be put to death," Sam replied. He grabbed the ball and took a shot, missing again.

"Wow, douche-bag doesn't even begin to cover that," Dean said, taking a shot and missing. "Maybe he's just shocked. Maybe he just needs time to calm down."

"He slapped me across the face," Sam said pointing to his cheek. Dean examined it.

"That asshole! I'm going to beat the shit out of him!" Dean said.

"Don't," Sam said. "Please don't. That would only make things worse. Besides, I don't need you to fight for me, I can take Cas."

Dean nodded. "He doesn't exactly seem the fighting type." Sam finally sunk a basket. "Want to go hang out at my place?"

Sam sat curled up in the leather recliner in Dean's room while Dean laid down at the floor staring at the ceiling.

"You know there is a bed in here," Sam said.

"What's wrong with the floor?" Dean asked. Sam didn't bother replying. "So... we're dating now. How about that?"

A small laugh escaped Sam. "Yeah, how about that?"

"Sam, this is weird," Dean said.

"It's not that weird," Sam said. "I mean I've been thinking about this for years."

"So have I," Dean said. "I guess I just thought it would be different."

"Dean, we've been together half a day I think it's a bit too early to be judging," Sam said. He felt like something was gnawing at his heart. They had been together for such a short period of time. Was Dean already doubting their relationship?

"Sammy, I don't know if I can do this," Dean said quietly.

Sam felt a surge of anger run through him. It wasn't fair. How could Dean ask him out and then revoke it so soon? "What do you mean you can't do this? Why did you even bother trying if you're going to give up already?"

"Sammy... I'm sorry. I just... I can't..." Dean could barely get the words out.

"Dean," Sam said. "Please don't do this. Let's just talk about this."

Dean just laid there, staring at the ceiling, silent.

"Please, Dean."

"Kiss me," Dean whispered. "Kiss me like you kissed me last night."

Sam lunged out of the recliner and on top of Dean. This kiss was everything. It was everything he had to prove to Dean, every emotion he kept pent up for all these years. Their lips crashed together and their tongues swayed in synchrony. One of Sam's hands cupped Dean's face, the other running through his hair. Dean held onto Sam's back for dear life and then he let go, all of a sudden pushing Sam off of him. For a long time they just sat there on the floor staring at each other and panting.

"Dean?"

Tears streamed down Dean's cheeks. "I can't do this, Sammy."

Sam had never been more angry in his entire life. Everything he had dreamed of had been given to him and taken from him in the process of ten hours. "Fine," he said, slamming the door to Dean's room behind him and running home.

A/N: Sorry this chapter is so short! I thought about writing another section...but this was such a good place to leave it at. Special thanks to mb64, MaevaByB. samiam, cold kagome, and donny0252 for reviewing. :)