The two brothers finally have some time to themselves. Castiel is off on heaven duty and the Winchester's have just returned from a night out. With another hunt over, they took the opportunity to hit the bar and wind down, just the two of them.
"I'm telling you, she was all over you, Dean," Sam laughs, as the pair of them stroll down the stairs, into the bunker.
"Nah, not my type," Dean replies.
"Not your type? I thought conscious was your type!" Sam teases.
"Well, what can i say, I'm getting fussy in my old age."
Dean tries to joke around a little with his brother, but Dean knows exactly why he didn't fancy the girl. She wasn't Castiel.
There was no way in hell Sam was ready for that conversation, though. But would he ever be? And like Cas said, he did need to find out one way or another.
Dean fights back and forth with his thoughts, not really taking much notice of what's going on in the present. The brothers have arrived at the kitchen of the bunker, where Sam is grabbing a couple beers from the fridge, as Dean settles himself at the table. Sam slides a beer toward Dean, who hazily catches it.
"Cheers," Dean mumbles, still trying to figure out if this is the right time to tell his brother such big news.
"Dean, are you even listening to me?" Sam asks, as he sits opposite his brother.
"Yeah, sorry," Dean smiles, trying to act a little more focused. "What were you saying?"
"I was just saying," Sam repeats. "It's nice, you know, just me and you for a change. I have nothing against Cas, he just seems to be around alot lately."
"Right…" Dean mumbles, fighting his instinct to react to Sam's comment.
"Come on, Dean," Sam points out, picking up on his brother's irritated tone. "I'm just saying it's nice to have it like the old days, just brother to brother. No angel."
"What? So if Castiel is around, we can't be brothers?"
Dean couldn't help himself. Sam can try and paint his picture as politely as he wants, but Dean knows what his brother's problem is.
"I'm not saying that, Dean," Sam groans. "Please don't make this a thing."
"You've already done that, Sam," Dean scowls.
Dean shakes his head, and grabs his beer, before walking away from the table.
"Dean, come on, man," Sam protests. "We were having a nice evening, don't let Cas ruin it."
"He hasn't - you have."
Dean walks away, heading to his room. He doesn't storm off, he isn't angry. He is annoyed. He is hurt. He is sad that the more he talks to his brother, the more it feels like he is never going to accept this. And all Dean wants right now, is to talk it through with the one and only person loves and feels he can trust these days - Cas.