The next morning Sam sat at the computer, listening to the unsettling sounds of Dean's restless sleep. He was tossing and mumbling, having sudden jerks, he was having nightmares. All that and he was supposed to buy that he didn't remember hell. Dean had never had nightmares like that about the job, never.

"Dean wake up." He said sternly, shaking him from his sleep.

"What?" He sat up suddenly and rubbed his face.

"Sleep well?" The tone was accusatory.

"Rested and ready to go." He took a swig out of the bottle next to the bed. "Where's Kayla?"

"She just left, said she was going to restock the ammo and supplies in the trunk. Dude come on, you think I don't see it?"

"See what?"

"The nightmares, the drinking…something's going on."

"Uriel wasn't lying. But you are. You remember hell don't you?"

"What do you want from me?" He moved to the end of the bed.

"The truth, I mean, I'm your brother. I just wish you'd talk to me."

He smirked. "Be careful what you wish for."

"Cute."

"Yeah you know you're right. There was something I was meaning to talk to you about."

He was a little surprised how quickly he changed his mind. "I'm listening."

Dean paused to find the words to start this up. Maybe he shouldn't be accusing to start with, and then he'd get more information. "I want to know how Kayla handled it when I was in hell."

Definitely not the conversation he was looking for and now he was stuck in it. God knows how long Kayla would be gone. "What do you want to know?"

He shrugged. "Just start at the beginning."

"Well," he closed the laptop. "We didn't talk or even see each other for two weeks. She checked into the room next to mine and I never heard a sound from her until she had an idea of where to start."

Some of the pieces had been given to him by Kayla over time. "And that's when you tried to open the hell gate."

"Yeah, that was a bust without the colt. And when that didn't work we started looking for demons. Anyone with information. She took off pretty quick after that trying to get a one way ticket downstairs from Dominic, but I guess he wasn't for it."

"Skip to the part where you start sleeping together."

Wow. This wasn't awkward at all. "It wasn't like that."

His patience had ended, his curiosity won. "Let me point out some obvious facts Sam. You two touch, constantly and that's not the paranoia talking. She doesn't have nightmares anymore and even though you're in your own bed, you sleep off to one side. I'd say all signs point to…you were sleeping with her."

He didn't sound angry, so Sam didn't get defensive. He'd be honest with him, he owed it to him. "We slept in the same bed for awhile. I had been projecting my nightmares and didn't know it, waking her up with images of the hellhound, she saw what it did to you."

Dean grimaced; and this psychic bullshit was supposed to be so great.

"Anyway, she woke me up one night out of a nightmare and just…got into the bed, I guess to keep me calm. It kept on after that but it wasn't sexual."

"Right and you're gonna keep that defense when you explain the making out."

He paused, his mouth opened slightly. Kayla had told him more than he'd thought.

"Why don't you tell me how that started."

"Well there was alcohol involved."

Dean actually laughed a little, he couldn't stop it. "Nice." Leave it to Sammy to be too chicken shit to kiss her without a little booze.

He shrugged. "I don't know, we got overwhelmed with repeated failure attempts and were just trying to let loose for a few hours, hence the alcohol. Then Ruby waltzed into the bar all high and mighty wanting to work on the psychic stuff." His eyes shifted to his hands, this was an incredibly uncomfortable conversation. "We went back to the room, Kayla was upset."

"And it went from there." He didn't really want the graphic details.

He nodded.

"And you never had sex."

"No Dean." He sighed quietly and looked at him again. "I'm sorry, okay? I know it doesn't make it right but we were trying to deal with the situation."

"You were trying to pretend like the situation wasn't there."

"Yeah because you don't do that." He didn't mean to come off like that. "Look, I'll be straight with you Dean. It started off like that and I took it too far." He took the responsibility. "And she stopped it, before you came back she put an end to it."

That's what he'd been afraid to hear. He was hoping there wouldn't be any indication of something serious, something past two people just trying to survive but there was. He drummed his fingers on his knee. "I'm not asking because I want to place blame, or get pissed off. You're adults. There was no way to know if I was actually coming back. But here I am."

Sam shifted in his seat.

"I guess what I'm trying to get around to, is that whatever there was, and however you still feel, just keep it to yourself and that's not a threat. I'm asking you Sammy."

He looked at him, a little confused.

"You can actually get into her head. You know what she's thinking, more importantly you understand what she's thinking and what she's going through most the time. I admit it, as far as relationships go, I'm a fuck up." He shrugged. "But this is different. I don't know what I'd do if I lost her."

"Dean she loves you."

"I know that, but she loves you. It may be on a different level but she's always connected with you Sammy and you know that, from day one. All it would take was one of your teary-eyed-puppy-dog faces and she…"

"Stop, I wouldn't…"

"I'm just saying don't, okay?" He couldn't take the nice way out on this; he had to be clear because he certainly didn't want to repeat it. "If she wants to change her mind it had better not be because of something you said because Sammy, you're my brother but I'll kick your ass."

He swallowed hard, he hadn't seen that one coming. "I wouldn't do that to you."

"Whatever happened, it's over."

Sam nodded.

Dean took another swig of the drink and set it on the table. "I'm going to find Kayla." He didn't know if he felt better or worse for having the truth. Apparently he was going to need both sides of the story.