Both of them knew they crossed a line that could never be uncrossed, but somehow they felt relieved about it.

They ordered pizza and ate while watching old cartoons, never saying anything about what happened. Dean had his mouth full of stuffed crust when the phone rang. Sam got it and talked for a while, then came back to the living room.

"It was Dad. Said they will be here tomorrow by noon." Sam said, tossing a can of Coke to Dean.

"Ok." Dean caught the can in mid-air.

"So, why do you think it was a dead end?" Sam asked "They were so sure they would finally find that nest..."

"I don't know, Sammy. I mean they're goddamn djinns... smart as hell. They probably moved way before dad and Bobby got there."

"Yeah..." Sam lowered his eyes.

"Is something wrong, Sammy?" Dean always felt the change of the vibe in the room automatically every time Sam was annoyed by the slightest of things.

"I'm fine, Dean." But Sam knew it was not so easy to convince his brother. Dean knew him better then he knew himself.

"Hey, do you wanna play some Jenga?" Sam suggested, pushing away his own disturbing thoughts and doubts and just wanting to have some quality time with his big brother. They used to play Jenga on rainy days like this, whenever they were left on Bobby's house and none of them never wanted to let go of the tradition.

"Yeah. I'll clean the table. You can get the game and get ready to lose, baby brother." Dean gave Sam that wicked smirk of his, teasing.

They played for a long time and after winning 2 times and losing 3, Sam decided to go to bed.

They both said good night in unison and Sam turned off the lights. Dean could hear soft sobs coming from Sam's bed. Was his brother crying?

"I knew there was something the matter." Dean said softly. "What is it Sam?"

Sam decided to say what he was trying to keep to himself, but just couldn't hold inside anymore "I know you don't wanna talk about it. Not now, not ever. I get it. But you don't have to pretend like nothing happened, ok? It may have been just a joke to you, but for me it was..."

"Shhhh..." Dean had slipped into Sam's bed and stopped him before he could finish his sentence. "It wasn't a joke. Ok? It was so much more than that..." Dean could not finish. He could never find the words to describe what he was feeling, and even if he could, he was not sure if it would scare Sam or make him feel disgusted. Instead, he just rested his chin on the back of Sam's shoulder.

Sam didn't know what to answer. He could feel the truth and the honesty on Dean's voice, that was now deep and reassuring. He smiled and took a deep breath, his tears stopping instantly.

Dean kissed the back of Sam's neck and put his arms around him. "Now go to sleep, baby boy."

Sam nodded and smiled wider. It was funny for him not to be the big spoon. Usually he was the one who ran into Dean's bed whenever he had a bad dream, or was afraid of something. He would always find a way to fit Dean in a hug and put his arms around his big brother. He loved doing that, especially because of the irony of the situation: even though Sam felt like he needed protection, he was the one who put his arms around Dean every time, to keep him warm and secured. Somehow he always thought that by protecting Dean, he himself would be safe. Sam just knew that if something bad happened to his big brother, he couldn't take it. So if Sam was afraid, his first action was always to find Dean and protect him.

They fell fast asleep and woke up the next morning to the sound of Bobby storming up the stairs.