This was not suppose to go this far! It was suppose to be a short, one chapter thingy! xD

Anyways, thanks for reviewing you guys! I am totally into the whole Wincest thing these days ^^:P

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Both Sam and Dean were frozen as their hands met; it was just to comfort Dean. It was just to make him feel less scared. But still, when they usually comforted each other, they didn't hold hands. They weren't stuck in some old movie… At least not now. They were Dean and Sam; the demon kicking duo. The "Broes over hoes"- But not over the car (As Dean had added)

Dean quickly drew his hand away after his moment of being paralyzed, and looked weirdly at Sam.

"Dude?" Was all he could say, as he couldn't form more words at the moment.

"I was just trying to help, you were totally freaking out!" Sam defended himself and waved his hands in front of his face.

Dean didn't answer; he just looked at Sam and nodded slightly, before shaking his head.

"What? I wasn't freaking out! I just don't like flying!" Now Dean was the one who felt like he had to be defending himself. Sam shook his head; Dean was acting like a jerk.

"You were freaking out Dean, just admit it!"

"FINE! Maybe a little bit…"

"Dean… I understand that you're scared, Summer can look a little like…." Sam didn't get to finish his sentence before Dean moved one hand in front of his face.

"I don't want to hear it Sammy, it's not about that. Can you please stop nagging me about this?!" He yelled, he didn't mean to yell, but that's what he did. "I'm not scared of some little girl, I just don't like being on a fucking plane!"

Sam took a step back as he could see where the passengers were sitting, the one in the front was staring on them with wide eyes, but tried to cover up with reading a magazine or looking down at the floor when Sam looked at them. He turned his focus back at Dean and was about to say something rude back, but he couldn't. Not when he saw the look Dean had in his eyes. A look of confusion and hurt, all mixed up in two eyeballs. So Sam just nodded, that was all he could do.

"What? You're not going to yell at me?" Dean said surprised as Sam was about to walk back to their seats.

"No"

"Why not?"

It's like he wants me to be mad at him, it's like he wants to be punished.

"Because I just won't"

"This isn't right" Dean murmured. "I am the big brother; I'm supposed to watch out for you!"

"Dean, you sacri…" Sam stopped in the middle of the sentence to lower his voice and taking a step closer to Dean, so the nosy passengers in the front wouldn't hear him. "You sacrificed yourself, your own life. To save me! And you didn't just die, you went to hell"

"Well yeah, but now that I'm back I haven't been able to… I can't…" Dean couldn't finish his sentences anymore. He couldn't take care of Sammy anymore… He just kept on pushing him away.

Dean tried to be honest with Sam; he tried to tell him the truth. But how could he? How could he hurt his brother more than necessary? He knew Sam wouldn't be able to look him in the eyes and really look at him the same way if he told him what he remembered, what he felt.

Sam waited for Dean to say something, just anything. But instead the plane shook a little bit again and Dean grabbed a hold of his arm. "Son of a bitch" he murmured.

Sam nodded his direction towards the aisle as a sign that they should get back to their seats. Dean quickly hurried in front of him to get to the seats and buckle up as soon as possible.

Dean didn't make any effort to let Sam sit down first since his seat was the one closest to the window, Sam had to struggle to get pass him and just as he was juggling himself by Dean the plane shook A LOT and Sam fell on top of Dean. Den let out an "oof" sound because of the sudden weight change on top of him.

"Sorry" Sam said as he made an effort to climb off of his brother. Dean just nodded and tried his best not to look at Summer, but he just had to know if she saw that. So he turned his head, and yes. She had seen it. But she wasn't grinning or smiling like a kid with the world's largest lollipop in front of her, but that didn't mean she didn't look happy.

"Ladies and gentlemen, once again we are in a zone with some turbulence, please sit down in your seats and fasten your seatbelts"

"Oh man, not again!" Dean sighed and tightened his seat belt even more.

"You're going to get bruises, and if the plane crash I can't see how that's going to help" Sam stopped there as he understood what he was saying. "I mean…"

"Just fuck the shut up Sam!" Dean said, not trying to be mean, he was just being… Well, Dean.

"Daddy…" Summer whispered to her father. Dean and Sam turned their heads. "You have a rude language Dean" Sam teased him.

"I'm seriously going to knock that smile right off your face!" Dean threatened in a low whisper, Sam just laughed.

"Are you scared Dean?" Summer asked him, Dean shook and nodded his head at the same time, not sure what he wanted to reply. Sam thought he looked like a deranged chicken.

"A little I guess"

"You don't have to, Sam will keep you safe" She bent over her seat and placed her hand over Deans. "You're his life"

Dean looked confusingly at her and Sam started blushing: Off course that kid had heard him! Oh, maybe that was it! Maybe Summer had powers, or was some sort of demon, and that was why he was feeling this… Weird around Dean, yeah, that must be it…. Maybe not…

"What are you talking about Summer?" Dean asked with his fake friendly voice.

"He was talking to the nice blonde lady and he said that you were his life, it was just like in the movies. My favorite movie is Cinderella" She babbled on.

Dean's face went back to Sam who didn't say anything.

"Hmm, I wonder why she doesn't believe us when I tell her we're brothers!" Dean hissed, hitting Sam in the arm.

"It wasn't like that, she told me I needed to 'get my own life' instead of following yours" And he muttered a "Whatever" under his breath "And Summer misunderstood!" Among others.

"You hear that Summer, you misunderstood" Sam said as he leaned over Dean to talk to her. She didn't reply. Obviously she didn't believe them. The plane shook once more and Dean whined. Sam looked up at him "Relax" he said calmly.

"I am relaxed" Dean hissed. Sam gave him "the look" So Dean took a forced deep breath. And Sam nodded satisfied.

"Are you better now?"

"Leave them alone and try to sleep" James told Summer, she pouted, but tucked herself under her father's arm. Dean smiled as he watched them, and Sam sat up and smiled by the sight of seeing Dean Smile.

"That could have been you Sam" Dean suddenly said.

"What?"

"That could have been you, if you hadn't come hunting with me"

"No, Dean I've told you. I'm not that guy anymore"

"No, but you could have been, you would have made a great dad, Sammy"

Okay, is Dean lacking on oxygen or something? Sam thought.

"So would you"

Dean started chuckling before he broke out in laughter. But Sam just looked at him seriously and Dean's face changed as he looked into Sam's eyes.

"Thanks"

They heard a new "Pling" And people started taking of their belts again. Summer was already asleep.

"I'm sorry if she's annoying you" James said.

"No, it's no problem" Sam said and looked at Dean. "Right DEAN?"

"Yeah, no… Problem" Dean said between his teeth.