The site that was brought to Dean was an unexpected one. Sam was hocked up to some many different machines, but he actually looked at peace for once. Dean walked over to the side on the bed, pulling a chair over, and sat down. His hand swat for the comfort of his brothers, even though the hand he found was cold and clammy. But either way it was comforting to now that Sam was still there.

Dean sat in that chair for over three hours before Sam woke up.

"Dean?'' Sam practicually whispering it, his throat was so dry.

"Hey Sammy. How ya feeling?" Dean asked in a soft controlled voice.

"Where am I?" Sam answered, dancing around the quistion. Even though Dean saw right through this he ignored it for now.

"Sammy, you're in a hospital. You remember when you always said it was dangerous to sleep with a knife? Well, I guess you were right. My knife slid from under my pillow and dicided to lodge it's self in you're back. Man it scared the crap out of me." Dean answered on the brink of tears.

"Okay, so then were's Dad, I mean like...Hey wait what was I doing on your bed? Where's Jessica, she most be horrifide!" Sam answered trying to get out of the bed. But Dean held him there, a look of mear horror writen across it.

"Sammy...You don't remember?" Dean asked, his heart breaking at the realiztion that Sammy would have to here the worst news in the world twice in a life time.

"Dean, what? You're scarying me."

"Sammy...I'm so sorry but...Jess and Dad are both dead." Dean answered with his head down.

"WHAT! NO I DON'T BELIEVE YOU! THIS IS JUST A NOTHER ONE OF MY FUCKED UP NIGHTMARES!" Sam protested.

"Sammy, please settle down, before you pop something." Dean pleaded with Sam.

"Why was I in your bed?"Sam asked after a few deep breaths.

Thats it, that was Deans breaking point. His body raged as fell against the bed, eyes flodding. His heart felt like it was going to explode.

"Dean answer the quistion!" Sam ordered, his face was hard like stone and his eyes glassed over like ice. Sam knew the answer to his quistion, but he couldn't face the answer, the answer so to horrif and disturbing.

"Sam, I love you. I didn't want anyone to hurt you, but look at me, I've gone and tore you right down the center." Dean sobed.

"Dean, are we...I mean do we... FUCK! ARE WE FUCKING?" Sam finally spat out.

"Yes." Dean whispered so that Sam barlly heard it himself. "Yes Sammy, we fuck. We fucked all night long. And most of the morning. AND you fucking liked it! So don't you dare tell me you would never do that."

"Dean I would never denie that. God I've want that for so long. Even when I was with Jess, that all I could think about. But you're my brother." Sam whispered nowing full and well the old lady in the other bed was listening.

"Sam you can't fight youre feelings. You just can't. Like it's killing me that I can't just fucking stradle you right here and now. Thats how much I love you!" Dean ashured Sam.

Sam could his dick twitch as the mear thought of his gorgous brothers naked body fucking. "Do it!" Sam whispered "Do it Dean fuck me right here, right now!" Sam ordered.

"Dean just sat there and looked like he'd seen a ghoust. "Sammy I'm not going to fuck you in the middle of a hospital. Maybe when you get out I'll give a nice masuage and a blow. But not now." Dean answered just as sturn. Sam looked at Dean with those big puppy dog eyes, and frowned.

Dean snapped out of his alternet world as the door slammed shut and all he now was that Sammy was pissed!

"What the fuck have I done?" Dean questioned himself.

Okay ya I know it was short and boring but trust me on this when I say it's important to the whole story. Even though it's boring. Review pretty please and maybe I'll have I nice little treat for ya'll!