Sam had woken up to the sound of the shower spewing water and whilst he was getting dressed, Bobby had called, needing their help. Sam agreed absent-mindedly, hardly even listening to Bobby. All Sam could think about was last night. What if Dean remembers me kissing him back. Sam knew Dean was wasted and that's why he had kissed him, probably thinking he was that fucking waitress from the bar, but that didn't stop Sam from worrying that Dean might remember Sam wasn't that drunk, and had enjoyed the kiss. He won't remember if I was drunk or not, he won't. I'll just tell him I was just as pissed as him and we'll move on. Sam was absolutely terrified that his brother would be too uncomfortable to talk to him. He was drunk, he'll be so embarrassed and disgusted with himself that he won't even bring it up. He was hopeful that that would be the way because if Dean didn't bring it up, he certainly wasn't going to.

Sam eyed Dean in his peripheral vision when he emerged from the bathroom, pulling a top over his head. He squirmed in his seat at the glimpse he caught of Dean's abs and he shifted his gaze.

'Bobby called, wants us at his, asap' Sam stood up to look at Dean.

'Okay sure, did he say what for?'

'Didn't ask'

'Alright, well come on we better get packed'

Sam felt his heart rate slow down and he was silently relieved. Dean sounded perfectly normal to Sam, he couldn't detect anything strange or uncomfortable in his words. He assumed Dean must have forgot the events of last night, or just put it down to a drunken mistake, on both parts.

They packed their stuff and got into the Impala, Dean in the driver's seat, putting Led Zeppelin on the radio.

'Aw, dude. Come on, turn it down' Sam was never a fan of Dean's taste in music, but that didn't stop Dean from listening to it relentlessly, just to torture him.

Dean responded by turning it up, full blast. Sam stared at him with anger which only resulted in Dean grinning widely at him. Sam let out a scoff, rolled his eyes, let his head fall against the seat and smirked to himself; Dean's antics secretly made him a little giddy, under the annoyance, but he would never let Dean know that.

After a few hours of driving and talking, they pulled up on the gravelly road outside Bobby's, but Bobby was stood outside waiting and when he saw them, he told them to park the car down the street outside the big house with the green door. Sam was confused but took comfort in the fact that Dean seemed to be just as befuddled. They drove for about five minutes, parked and walked back. Bobby was already setting off.

'Dude, what the hell is going on?' Dean sounded angry, his deep tone of voice made Sam's blood pulse faster.

'Sorry boys, I'll ring you later, all I'll need you to do is walk to and get in your car and keep look out on that house. When the lights start flashing ring me.'

'Bobby what's going on? Isn't that Steve Johnson's house?'

Steve... the hunter? What? Sam had no idea what was going on, but it looked like Dean didn't either. Why's Bobby keeping us in the dark?

'It was. He's dead and I've got to act fast, just do as I say boy.' Bobby was being too secretive for Sam's liking and he was suddenly furious

'Look out? We're better than that Bobby! What else can we do?' Sam didn't even try to hide the irritation in his voice.

'I know you are. God damn you two are some of the best hunters around but, this is something I have to do, okay?'

'Okay Bobby.' Sam felt Dean's hand on his elbow as he spoke 'Come on, Sam.'

'Thanks. There's beer in the fridge, help yourselves but don't get too pissed on the job.' Bobby was already walking away.

Sam followed Dean inside where he got handed a beer from the fridge.

'Dean, what the hell? Whatever this bastard is, we can help.'

'Yeah Sammy, I know but Steve was a close friend of Bobby's. We'll do as we're told and we'll stay outside that house all night just in case something goes wrong.'

'Dean, no, we...' Sam felt the need to protest but was cut off.

'Sam. Stop acting like a fucking brat. We will wait for his call and then go t the car. This is Bobby we're talking about, he's more than capable so just fucking trust him.' Sam noticed the raise of volume in Dean's voice.

'Fine.'

Sam felt extremely aggravated. Why should I follow his orders. He walked away, taking large swigs from his beer and flopped down on the couch. Dean, always bossing me around like I'm still a fucking child. Sam felt the couch move as Dean sat next to him, he looked over at Dean who was holding up a bottle of whisky with a stupid smile reaching across his face.

'Bobby has good taste, my favourite.' Dean's voice was lighter now but Sam turned away.

'Look, Sam. I know this sucks but let's just relax, might as well make the best out of a bad situation huh?'

Sam looked at his brother and decided to let it go. He took the bottle from Dean's hand and took a few large gulps, it burned his throat but he couldn't care less. He noticed Dean looking at him with a questioning expression, but apparently Dean decided to drop it and he took back the bottle and took a small sip for himself. Sam let his eyes linger on Dean's lips as he brought the bottle into his mouth and then watched his Adam's apple bob up and down as he swallowed. How does he make even drinking look sexy. Images of the bottle in Dean's mouth being replaced with his lips, or even cock, flooded Sam's mind. He quickly snatched the bottle back and took a few more massive gulps, trying to stop himself from thinking about how hot Dean is and how much he wanted to grab him and bring their lips together.

'Woah, slow down Sam.'

Sam just shot his brother a look that said I'm-really-not-in-the-mood-for-your-crap-so-just-shut-the-fuck-up and Dean did. Sam knew he was being unreasonably awkward, but he was tired of having thoughts about fucking his brother everyday Why am I such a freak. Sam felt horrified with himself and scolded himself mentally when he thought back to last night, when Dean had kissed him which, in Sam's mind, was totally unfair because he had to stop it for Dean's sake when he really wanted it to go on. I did the right thing, Dean would have drove away without glancing back. He knows I'm not as out of it when I'm drunk as he obviously is. They spent the next few hours waiting on Bobby's call in almost complete silence, the bottle of whisky had been drunk in record time, most of it by Sam.