Sam froze just inches away from Dean's face and Dean decided not to move either, a little curious what Sam was about to do, even if he thought it wasn't right that Sam 'wanted him' But Sam didn't move, he didn't move one centimeter as he just looked at Dean.

"Are you just going to look at me?" Dean finally asked as he was beginning to get warm in his face by Sam's breath.

Sam gave an expression like he was over-thinking his options and then he made up his mind at gently, but quickly leaned forward and kissed Dean, as he really didn't want Dean to push him away or maybe even hit him, it was a short kiss and he sat back onto the bed as he was prepared to dodge any hits that Dean could take at him as he knew his brother too well.

"So that was what you were doing?"Dean said and Sam nodded, even though he was pretty sure Dean wasn't asking him a question.

"Sam" He started as Sam sighed; pretty sure he knew what was coming and he really didn't want to hear it.

"Sam, I understand that you are feeling kind of…" Dean started and gave an expression and waved his hand in a way that Sam understood he couldn't find words.

"I get it" Sam said.

"Okay… WHAT THE HELL MAN?!" Dean said and hit him in the arm with his pillow.

"Dean, stop it!" Sam said and protected his face from the hits Dean was throwing; Even though he was hitting with a pillow, Dean was strong as hell.

"You can't" a hit with the pillow "go around" another hit "KISSING your BROTHER" He said and hit Sam so hard that Sam was sure he was getting bruises in the morning.

"You kissed me first" Sam said in a way to protect his actions and grabbed the pillow from Dean.

"To shut Summer up" Dean said and took the pillow back from Sam, but he put it behind his back.

"You think this is what I want?!" Sam shouted at Dean and stood up from the bed.

"Well it sure as hell looks like it don't it?!" Dean shouted back at him, also standing up and walking so he was facing Sam again and Sam wasn't answering, he was starting to feel sick.

"Look" Dean said as he was calming himself down. "This- whatever this is you're… Feeling, it started when I kissed you… To shut Summer up?" He added the last part for his own sake.

"I guess" Sam said and looked down at his feet. And Dean looks suspicious at him and raised an eyebrow.

"You guess?"

"Y-Yeah sure" Sam said as he was staring at Dean's chest, suddenly very interested in his all blank T-shirt as he didn't wanted to look into Dean's eyes.

"Sam?" Dean asked as his voice changed.

"Well…" Sam said as he thought about how he had felt when Summer thought they were a couple an how he was getting jealous, not just with Jenny, but with the blonde stewardess as well.

"Jesus Sam, how long?!" Dean said as he raised his voice again.

"Not long I swear" Sam said, at least that was true. " I just… I don't know" Sam said and he was about to cry, just because he was so confused and he was afraid of losing Dean, his brother. The only real thing he had left in this too screwed up world.

Sam captured the sad, faked smile Sam was giving him and his thought began to wander: Me and Sam was about to get out of the plane and probably never see Summer again, so why did he had to kiss him right there, right then… Maybe because he wouldn't get another excuse to do it? He shook his head as he tried to shake the thoughts out of his head, Sam looked weirdly at him.

"What are you going to do?" Sam asked, not being able to take it anymore, not knowing what Dean would do now that he had told him.

"What do you mean?" Dean asked as his concentration went back to Sam.

"Now, what are you going to do?" Sam asked.

"I guess I am going to sleep?" Dean said with a cocked eyebrow, wondering if that was what Sam had meant.

"No, I mean, are you going to be mad at me for a week? Ignore me? Or just… Leave?" Sam asked, as he lowered his voice by the last word.

"Leave?" Dean asked confused. "Why would we leave, we haven't got rid of the ghosts yet" He said and Sam sighed very loudly.

"I didn't say we, I said you" Sam said as he felt himself blushing slightly even though he didn't know why. He was hoping that he wouldn't have to spell it out for Dean to understand what he was saying.

"What? Are you stupid Sam?" Dean asked. "I'm not going to leave you to yourself because of some weird crush you got, that just could be a phase"

Sam nodded at him as he wasn't exactly sure what to say to that.

"Come on man, you really thought I was going to take off?" Dean asked, not madly, but he sounded concerned.

"I don't know, maybe" Sam said and Dean took a deep breath as he looked down at the floor and placed his hands on his hips. How could Sam think that? Especially when Dean wasn't sure how he felt about it either, but he wasn't going to admit that to Sam.

"Okay, look Sam, we're brothers and we've been through a hell lot more than most families have, like we kind of argued about back there" Dean said, referring to who had had the most bad luck. "I'm not going to cut you off"

Sam smiled, not too widely because he knew Dean would feel awkward and thing Sam was weird or… Weirder than he already thought he was; he never thought Dean would say something like that in a million years. But Dean hadn't been himself lately either, but he was still Dean.

"Now that that's out of the world, can we get some sleep before we go hunting down those bitchy ghosts tomorrow?" Dean said and went back to the bed and Sam followed him and carefully lay down on his own side of the bed, sure not to bump into Dean.

"Night Sam" Dean said without facing him.

"Good night " Sam said as he took a deep breath and closed his eyes, wanting this all to go away and little did he know that Dean was laying right next to him and staring at the wall, hoping himself that what he was feeling was just brought on because Sam had confused him.

-

When the morning had come, neither Sam or Dean wanted to get up from the bed first, both of them had lied awake all night and they had heard Eric's snoring through the wall so they knew nothing had happened with him or Jenny since they were sharing a room after the event last night.

When there was a knock on the door and Jenny came in, both of them sat up in their beds and pretended like they had been sleeping.

"Morning guys" She said, much friendlier to Sam today. Dean nodded a greeting and Sam gestured a 'morning'

Dean gave a look towards Sam, but when Sam looked at him too, he turned his attention back to Jenny.

"Dad made some breakfast if you want some" She said with a smile and Dean returned it.

"Perfect, a little breakfast before we start hunting down remains of dead girls" Dean said, still smiling as Jenny's face switched, sometimes the Winchesters forgot that 'normal' people didn't hear stuff like that every- single- day.

Jenny gave another small smile before walking outside, letting the boys get ready.

"You really know how to make people think we are weirder than they already think we are, don't you?" Sam said as he sat up in the bed and grabbed a pair of jeans from his bag as he tugged them on.

Dean really didn't want to comment it, as he knew once he opened his mouth the discussion would lead back to what they were talking about last night, it still hadn't sunk into his head: His brother, Sam, had a crush on him, and he, Dean Winchester; Who had always liked 'frisky women' might like him too. No, that was too much to take in even for him.

Dean also got dressed and started walking out of the room, but Sam grabbed a hold of his arm.

"You're sure that we're cool?" He asked, and Dean gave a small smile and a nod as he walked out of the bedroom and Sam could hear him make his way down the stairs. He looked down at his feet for a little while before he took a deep breath and followed his footsteps.