Dean stepped out of the steamy shower, dripping wet and in search of a towel. Wrapping the rough fabric around his waist he walked into the bedroom portion of the hotel room. Sam was off on his little date with the German Bitch, as Dean commonly referred to her in his mind. Dean began to rustle through his bag, sighing in frustration as he came to the conclusion that not only did he not have any clothes clean but also he had no clothes that could even pass for clean. Sighing Dean glanced at Sam's duffle bag, knowing that the boy typically stayed caught up on his laundry. Unzipping the bag Dean searched for a shirt and sweats, knowing they would be uncomfortably small, but all around better than being nude.

Digging around Dean found a shirt he had given Sam a few weeks prior, clearly Sam had not worn it. Pulling it over his head, Dean moved to zip the bag but stopped at the sight of a condom. Panic immediately filled Dean, his eyes locked on the square package. Forcing himself to reach out a hand, he snatched the condom from the bag before zipping it again. Dean instantly wished that John Winchester wasn't miles away on a hunt, because Dean really didn't want to be the one to have the sex talk with Sam. If the kiss hadn't occurred Dean would have just patted his brother on the back and told him to always wrap it, but now…Dean didn't want Sam sleeping with anyone. Deep inside he knew it was a lie; Dean wanted Sam sleeping with him.

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"Sam, we gotta talk man" Dean sighed and sat down next to his brother on the bed, holding the condom out for the boy to see.

"I…uh well it's just in case" Sam's face blazed scarlet, his eyes fixed on his hands. Shame crept its way along his posture, even if Dean was out having sex it seemed wrong for Sam to consider it.

"I know I haven't been the best role model, but your first time is really important. You shouldn't waste it with this girl you hardly know. You should wait until you actually love someone." Dean smiled sweetly, a blush of his own flushing bellow his freckles.

"I didn't buy it to use with her, Dean." Sam couldn't bring himself to look away from his hands, he couldn't face the disappointment he would see in Dean's eyes.

"You have another girlfriend? Wow look at you go" Dean clapped Sam on the back lightly; on the inside he was dying. At least he could compete with one girl, but two? He stood no chance.

"Dean, I got it in case you and I ever…" Sam wanted to die, he wanted to sink into the ground and disappear. He had hoped he would never have to explain to Dean that he thought more about their kiss than he did about kiss any girl, let alone one who wasn't a famous model.

"In case you and I ever…have sex?" Shock filled Dean's voice, his eyebrows shooting up.

"We don't have to, I just thought maybe someday it might happen."

"Sammy,"

"Dean it's fine, look I need to go. I'll see you later." Sam shook his shaggy brown hair into his eyes to hide the prickle of tears. Moving quickly he was out the door before Dean could force him back. Sam was losing Dean, it was clear he had pushed the lines of their relationship and now he would suffer losing the one person he loved.