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After a little while of just kissing, Dean suddenly gently pushed at Sam's chest to make them break apart.
"Dean?" Sam asked confused, hoping to God that this wasn't another one of Dean's weird reflexes.
"We have to- Ehh, the ghosts" Dean said, with his eyes still half closed as he could feel all the words his brain made just disappearing at the tip of his tongue.
Sam nodded slightly; his laptop was still on his lap. "Right" He answered, as he could hear the doubt in Dean's voice.
"Well, I can't find out where they were buried Dean, it's simply impossible" Sam said.
"Then we just have to go with plan C" Dean said and Sam cocked his head to the side.
"We really have to dig open the whole place?" And Dean nodded. "Looks like it"
Suddenly Dean backed away from Sam. "Sam" He warned.
"What?" Sam asked and looked at the slight shock in Dean's voice, but Dean wasn't looking at him. Sam turned around to see the ghost he recognized as Stacy standing next to the bed, she was just looking at them, this time she wasn't doing anything to Dean and suddenly she was gone again.
"That was weird" Dean said as his attention went back to Sam.
"Yeah, I'm not sure if she wants us to dig up the place" Sam answered.
"But why didn't she attack me?" Dean asked confused.
"I-I don't know" Sam said even though he had an idea, but he wasn't sure if he should tell Dean, but Dean noticed he was hiding something, he always knew.
"Sam?"
"Well, I was just thinking since they wanted revenge on 'you' for loving them and then killing them, and then she saw… Ehh, you know us" Sam said and Dean finished his sentence:
"So you think she was warning you or something?" Dean said and he got a nod from Sam in response.
"Ha- that's kind of cool, don't worry Sammy, I won't kill you" Dean grinned at him and Sam just sighed happily.
"Geez, thanks Dean"
"No worries, didn't get my ass sent to hell to save you, just to get you killed again" Dean joked and Sam didn't respond, like he wasn't feeling guilty enough as it was.
"Sorry" Sam said and Dean suddenly felt bad inside, he didn't mean to make Sam feel bad.
"I was just joking, it was my choice man" Dean said and Sam nodded.
"Still, you shouldn't have to save me all the time" Sam said.
"Nah, it's my job" Dean smiled at him. "I want to"
Sam smiled at him and Dean mirrored his smile, all Sam wanted to do was lean in and kiss him again.
Don't do it! He needs time to think. A voice said inside his head, but the same voice was saying: Do it, he was the one who had kissed you twice; he wants you to kiss him.
"Dean?" Sam asked. "Why did you kiss me?" That sounded so girlie.
Dean didn't respond at once, as he wasn't sure what to say, so that was exactly what he said: "I don't know"
Sam frowned and looked down at his knees. "Okay…" He was getting kind of pissed by Dean's behavior, with teasing him and kissing him when he knew that Sam liked him.
"You're being a real ass, you know that?!" Sam suddenly yelled at Dean who jumped a little bit.
"What?"
"You may think its real funny to mess with me, but I think you're being a total jerk!" He placed his feet on the floor and got half way up before Dean grabbed him by his arm and forced him back down.
"Stop it Sammy, I'm not trying to mess with you" Dean said.
"It sure as hell looks like it!" Sam said, still upset as he once again tried to get up from the bed, but this time Dean dragged him down and once again met his lips with his own, Sam was about to push him away and yell at him. But he couldn't, he was helpless as Dean gently placed his hand in the back of Sam's head and deepened the kiss as their lips parted slightly.
When they broke apart for air Dean was so frustrated he was about to smack Sam in the back of his head, he wasn't suppose to do this, he wasn't' suppose to feel like this.
"Dean" Sam said, his lips was shaking and he wasn't sure what to say. Dean decided not to say anything; he didn't want Sam to think he was messing with him, which he was not doing.
"Dean?" Sam said once again.
"I- I don't know what to say Sam, this is wrong" Dean said as he wasn't sure if he said it to convince Sam or himself.
"If you feel like this is wrong, why do you keep on kissing me?" Sam said straight up.
"We're brothers"
"I know"
"I'm not gay" Dean said.
"Maybe your bi" Sam said and almost started to laugh because that was something he never thought he would say to his brother.
"No" Dean said as he gave a look that Sam wasn't sure he would be able to describe.
"I'm just saying that you've kissed me, not once, not twice, but three times" Sam pointed out and Dean couldn't do anything else than agree.
"But- Sam!" Was all Dean could say and the room went quiet for a few moments.
Suddenly Dean sighed deeply. "Let's get some shuffles"
"We're not going to talk about this?" The rational Sam said.
"Nope" Was all Dean said as he went over to the door, but stopped as he touched the doorknob.
"Not now Sammy" He said and then he walked outside and Sam was still sitting on the bed with tears forming in his eyes.
"So not worth crying for" He whispered for himself as he wiped his eyes with his sleeve, even though he wasn't able to convince himself.
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"Here" Dean said and gave Sam a shuffle when he came through the kitchen doors that led outside.
"Dean, we can't dig up the entire place" Sam sighed.
"Sure we can, get to work!" Dean said and started digging in the middle of the garden and Sam just shook his head and did the same thing a couple of feet away.
"So when are we going to talk about it?" Sam said, avoiding looking to Dean, as he continued digging, and Dean didn't answer.
"Dean seriously" Sam said as he was getting annoyed as hell and stood up and leant over his shuffle.
"Later" Was all Dean replied as he still didn't look at Sam.
"Dean!" Sam shouted and walked over to him. "Stop acting like such a baby!"
"I am not acting like a baby!" Dean shouted back.
"Yeah, I can see that" Sam said and pointed up and down his body, referring to Dean's childish bickering.
"This is just too crazy Sam, even for us!" Dean said and his eyes were the size of plates, and the look he gave reminded Sam of the way he was acting when he was infected and was scared of everything.
"I know this is definitely going in the weird category, but our entire lives are crazy and maybe this isn't such a bad thing after all?" Sam said calmly.
"How can being with your brother not be a bad thing?" Dean said.
"Well, we don't have to leave each other, like you had to leave Cassie and…" Sam stopped as he couldn't think of any more excuses.
"What if we break up Sam?" Dean said and could feel himself tensing up by the words that he never thought would come out from his mouth.
"Then we'll still be brothers" Sam said, and even though that sounded weird, Sam had a valid point, they had a bond that couldn't be broken even if they tried.
"Sam I just can't" Dean said, and all he wanted to do was yell and throw his shuffle as far as he could, and then he wanted to hit Sam in his face and blame everything on him, but he couldn't. This wasn't Sam's or his own fault.
"Then you better stop kissing me!" Sam said and went back to his digging.
"I don't think I can do that either" Dean said and started smiling and Sam laughed.
"Well, well" Sam said and continued digging.
"Now we dig, because if we don't we have to be up all night" Dean said even though he thought they had to either way. Sam agreed.