A/N: I'm alive and back with another chapter! This part has more obvious hints at Destiel, but it is not said outright. You can have goggles on or no goggles; it's your choice. Enjoy!
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When Sam enters the hotel room Dean is sitting on one of the twin beds, cleaning his gun. The younger Winchester clears his throat, giving an awkward, "Hey."
"Hey," Dean returns, not looking up.
Sam sits down on the edge of the other bed. "So…" He twists his hands nervously. "About earlier… I was an idiot."
Dean gives a small laugh, nodding.
"But, Dean, I wasn't angry at you; I was annoyed with myself for almost screwing up the hunt."
Dean looks up. "It happens to all of us. But you're forgiven, so let it go."
"But, Dean-"
"Let it go," his brother sternly replies.
Sam exhales. "Fine. Jerk."
"Bitch."
And like that, they had made up.
Dean puts his gun back together and slides it under his pillow.
They sit on the edges of the beds for a few minutes, staring at the door.
"So…" Sam started, "You bandaged Castiel's finger? What's that about?"
Dean shrugs, trying to playing off his embarrassment. "He got a paper cut, so I cleaned it up. Nothing more to say."
"Dean, he's an angel. He doesn't need bandages."
"So?"
Sam spread out his hands. "So, I think there's more to this than either of you are admitting."
"Why would you think that?"
Sam scoffs good-humoredly. "Well, for one you have a bond with the guy that no-one can explain."
Dean rolls his eyes. "The guy saved me from Hell. Excuse me if we're close."
"You bandaged his finger after he got a miniscule cut, even though it is probably healed by now." Sam gave him a look that said Seriously? Come up with a better excuse.
"… I… Didn't want him bleeding on the papers." Dean nods once. "Yeah, that's it. That would be unsanitary, you know."
His brother sends him an incredulous look. "Since when have you ever cared about cleanliness?"
Dean shrugs off the question.
Sam snorts. "Whatever."
His older brother purses his lips, glancing at Sam's shoulder. "Will you let me take care of your shoulder now?"
Sam sighs. "I guess." He pretends to be hesitant, but is actually relieved.
As Dean peels back the already bloodied bandages, he grunts. "You did a terrible job of this for someone who was taught first aid at five years old."
"I was five. Who expects their kid to learn this kind of stuff at that age?"
Dean shrugs. "Dad, I guess. He didn't really know how to care for us, so the best he could do was teach us how to care for ourselves."
Sam frowns. He briefly wonders if it was his father who had caused Dean to have the need to care for others, but without being able to express out loud that fact.
Not wanting to say this out loud and possibly upset his brother, he simply nods. "Maybe," he agrees, "maybe."
A/N: Aww! Daddy issues. Had to add that. Although I really do feel like their dad did cause Dean some of his emotional problems, since Sam spent more time away from him and has an easier time expressing his feelings, while Dean is the opposite. What do you think?
One more chapter to go, folks!