A/N Thanks for reading!
A few weeks passed and Dean and Sam were still staying at Bobby's, happily just sitting around doing nothing. It made a change not to hunt everyday, they considered themselves on holiday. Out of the blue one afternoon Dean suggested going to a restaurant for dinner, a nice place. Just the two of them.
"Why?" Sam asked when Dean was caught up in the idea.
"Well, why not?" Dean said loosing his enthusiastic smile and Sam smiled at him.
"You never want to go anywhere, besides we are still wanted by the police." Dean sighed at Sam and shrugged.
"Come on…" Dean said looking at Sam with puppy dog eyes, "You can choose the place." Dean said with a smile and left Sam to choose a restaurant.
"Are you wearing cologne?" Sam asked getting a whiff of Dean as he walked passed. Dean looked over his shoulder at Sam and winked playfully.
"Do you like it?" Dean asked and Sam shrugged and nodded. "So where are we going?"
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Dean parked up where Sam told him to and they got out of the Impala, they entered the Italian restaurant that Sam had picked.
They were seated at a nice table for two in a corner and Dean examined the place.
"Posh." Dean nodded in agreement with himself and Sam smiled. They ordered there food and Dean started eating the breadsticks very loudly as they waited.
"So why did you want to come to a restaurant?" Dean stopped crunching as Sam spoke so he could hear his brother. Dean finished his breadstick then began to speak a few minutes later.
"I thought it'd be nice to spend some time together…"
"But we are always together, Dean." Sam stated and Dean sighed.
"You wanna make me say it don't you…" Dean said and then he leant forward to Sam, "together like, you know, a date." Sam's eyes widened looking surprised and he smiled the way Dean loved him smiling.
The boys enjoyed their meal together and Dean offered to pay with his fake credit card, then they left and returned to Bobby's. Even though it was Bobby's house they never really saw him, he kept himself busy and they all kept out of each others' way.
As they entered their room Dean pushed Sam onto the bed before closing the door and straddling him.
"This was a date, after all." Dean smirked.
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Sam woke up in the middle of the night from a sharp pain in his stomach, thinking that Dean had elbowed him in his sleep. To Sam's surprise Dean was curled up a foot away from him. Sam rubbed his stomach, putting it down to the food at the restaurant and laid back down and tried to sleep.
It was early morning when Sam awoke abruptly again, rubbing his eyes as he did. He suddenly had the urge to throw up. He rushed out of bed and to the bathroom.
Dean woke up to the bed bouncing as Sam jumped out of it. Dean sat up and watched Sam run into the bathroom holding his stomach, then heard why he was rushing to it. Dean lay back down smirking that the food had made him ill when he was the one that picked the place.
"You alright, Sammy?" Dean said when he heard Sam was on his way back to the bedroom. Sam grunted a reply as he lay back into bed, breathing heavily.
"Didn't we have the same meal?" Sam said as he curled up holding his stomach. "Why is it making me ill?" He sighed and Dean shrugged, stroking the back of Sam's hair.