"Do you love her?"
"What?" Dean asked, looking up from the book, Sam watching him with a careful look in his eye, head propped up on his fist from the armchair.
"Do you love Hermione?" Sam restated, watching as Dean set the book down and frowned at him.
"What kind of question is that?"
"One where I know the answer to, but I don't know if you know it," Sam hummed, squinting at him before turning back to the television, "Never mind then."
"No, Sammy, that's not a question you can 'never mind,'" Dean pointed out, "What the hell?"
Sam shrugged, still focusing on the screen, "You act like you love her. And not like – 'oh, yeah, I care, but I don't see anything romantic happening' – you act like you've been dating. Wait –" he turned to frown at his brother, "Have you been dating?"
"No!" Dean yelped, blinking when Sam muttered out a 'damn.' "What's making you say this, anyway?"
"Just what I've been noticing since she got sick," Sam answered, "I mean, I don't know how you or Hermione work, but calling her 'Sweetheart' and kissing each other anywhere except the mouth isn't some platonic thing out here in the audience." He looked over when Dean was silent, staring very hard at the coffee table. "Look, Man, forget I said anything."
"I…" Dean finally spoke, "Maybe? Hell if I know."
Sam gave a slight grin, knowing that this was as far as Dean would come to admitting it, and nodded, turning back to the screen and leaving Dean to think.
What? Pfft, no, I haven't taken forever to update! You just need to pay more attention! *shifty eyes*
Good news is that I've written ahead by quite a few chapters. Bad news is I don't know how to continue from then. Good news is that I'm going to start a fanfic journal at school. Bad news is I don't get a lot of free time at school.
I'll update again in a sec, don't go away!