Dean opened his eyes, took a deep breath and moaned. His chest hurt. Breathing felt like a task.
"Hey baby, how ya feeling?"
"Like I've been attacked by a werewolf."
Sam kissed the top of his head, "Sorry."
"Not your fault Sam, shit happenes."
"I think we should stay here for a few days, until you get better."
"I'm fine Sam, I.."
"No, you're not Dean. I don't know why you insist on putting on a macho show for me, but we're staying put!"
"I'll go crazy Sammy. You know I can't stand being cooped up."
Sam smiled, "Well, I have a resolution to that. You remember those cabins just outside of town?"
"The ones on the lake?"
Sam nodded, "Yep, I'm gonna go see about renting one for a week or so. Then I'll come back and get you. Imagine.. a whole week just relaxing and enjoying each other. We could even go fishing!"
"You don't know how ro fish. You've never been in your whole life Sam."
"You could teach me," Sam said running his hand up and doen Dean's back. "Please Dean, do this for me?"
"Alright. But what about us switching back?"
"The idol will be there next week." Sam tried to sit up, but Dean let out a low growl and held him down.
"Come on babe, I wanna check your wounds."
"Naw, you just wanna play with my boobs."
"Boobs, Dean?"
"Yeah, you just seem to linger there when we're ... you know."
Sam snorted, "Yeah, well you do have a pretty sexy chest, but I certianly wouldn't call them BOOBS."
Sam pulled off the gauze, cleaned the area, applied more ointment and patched him back up. "See, good as new."
Sam dressed and pulled the keys off of the nightstand. "Alright, I'm running out to those cabins. I'll be back in an hour. I want you to stay in bed."
"Will you quit mothering me?"
"I mean it Dean. Keep your cute little ass in that bed, or else!"
"Alright Mommy, I'll be a good boy and stay in bed."
Sam returned to the motel, when he opened the door, he was relieved to see Dean in bed asleep. He knew this attack was worse than Dean was letting on, and that he needed this rest no matter how much he denied it.
Sam toed off his shoes, and pulled his jeans off. He crawled in bed beside him. Dean automatically rolled over draping his arm around Sam's waist, and laying his head on his chest. "I love you too," Sam told him, as he held his brother tight.
Two days later
"Hey, you want some breakfast?" Sam called out, leaning in the direction of the cabin door.
Dean didn't answer.
Sam came walking out onto the porch where Dean was sitting on the chair, a blanket covering his lower half, a scowl on his face.
"Hey, did you hear..what's wrong?"
Dean just let out an exasperated sigh and looked away.
"Dean?"
Dean turned his head, his eyes darkened to almost a milk chocolate brown, startling Sam. The look he just had on his face was primal, almost feral. But as quickly as it had appeared, it was gone.
"What?" Dean asked incrediously.
"Noting..it's just that you," the Sam shook his head. "Oh, don't worry about it. Are you hungry? I can fix you something to eat."
"Yeah, I'm starving," Dean said rubbing his stomach.
"What do you want?" Sam asked placing his fingers under Dean's chin, turning his face from side to side.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Dean growled, smacking Sam's hands away. Sam could have sworn his eyes actually glinted red.
Sam took two steps back.
"Sammy, I'm sorr.." Dean lifted his head when he stopped mid sentance, sniffing the air. "What is that? Do you smell that?"
Sam drew in a deep breath through his nose, then shook his head. "I don't smell anything."
Dean wrinkled his brow. "It smells like.." Dean paused sniffing the air again, his head leaned back. "Fear."
He snapped his head toward Sam. "It's you. I smell you. You're afraid of me." Dean said standing, then walking toward him. Sam had the sudden impulse to run, but he managed to stay his position.
Dean grabbed Sam by the front of his shirt and slammed him into the wall. Dean being in Sam's body, towered over top of him, glaring into his eyes. This time there was no mistaking the crimsom tint to Dean's eyes, or the way his mouth twitched as he held Sam about four inches off of the ground.
"Dean," Sam said calmly, wrapping his hands around his wrists.
Dean's face softened. Realization of what had just happened sinking in. "Sam.." he gasped dropping him to the ground.
When Sam got to his feet, Dean was gone.
