Thank you for your reviews guys! This chapter is a little more from Dean's point of view : )

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The moment Dean woke up the next morning he realized the lack of Sam's body next to him, he sat up and let out a whispery hiss as he had forgotten about his shoulder that had clearly gotten worst over night and he could see some blood that had went through the bandage. He sighed and looked around for Sam, but he was not in the room.

Dean had his protectively instincts when it came to his baby brother and he grabbed a pair of jeans from his bag, and after a few tries he got a t-shirt over his head as well and he went out of the room and down the stairs.

"Sam?" He asked as he went into the living room, which was empty, he saw that there were still some pieces of glass on the floor from the broken mirror.

Dean walked into the kitchen were Jenny was sitting and drinking a cup of coffee.

"Hey" Dean said. "You've seen Sam?" He asked.

She nodded with a smile. "He's outside and digging in the backyard with my dad"

"Eric?" He asked and looked at the clock at the microwave and realizing how long he had actually slept "Shouldn't he been at work by now?"

Jenny nodded once more. "But he wanted to stay home today and help you guys out" She said "You want some coffee?"

Dean nodded gratefully and happily accepted the cup that Jenny reached out for him.

"You got rid of one of those spirits ghost thingy's last night, right?" She asked a little worried.

"There's a chance that they might not disappear because they have unfinished business, but I'm pretty sure she's gone"

She nodded "How's your shoulder?"

"Oh, it's fine" Dean lied and there was a pause "I'm just going to go check up on my car and then your dad and Sam, call if you need anything or you see a pissed off ghost"

She laughed as Dean walked back into the hallway and outside the front door as the sight of his baby caught his attention. "Hey there" He said to the impala and stroked a hand over the hood and wondered if he should get a shot gun to keep in the house, he decided not to. And then walked around the house and looked at Sam and Eric digging from the small terrace.

"Hey!" Eric said and waved when he saw Dean and Sam turned around and saw that Dean was waving back with a smile. "You sleep well?"

Dean nodded. "Yeah" He said, and then he walked onto the ground and walked around a few holes, before reaching them.

"Why didn't you wake me?" Dean asked as he looked at Sam who shook his head.

"Why should I? Can you even dig with that shoulder?" He said and bumped Dean playfully, but looked concerned when Dean whimpered and grabbed a hold of his own arm.

"Are you okay?" Sam asked and Eric looked at him as well.

"Yeah I'm fine" Dean said and faked a smile.

"You don't look fine" Sam said and saw the small wet mark on Dean's T-shirt.

"Dean?"

"It's just a little blood, no worries" Dean said, but Sam didn't believe him as he took a hold on the fabric over Dean's shoulder and tugged it up from much grumbling from Dean, but he let him relieve his bloody bandage.

"Shit Dean, I told you it needed stitches" Sam said and Dean didn't answer. "Come on, let's get it fixed" He said and grabbed a hold of Dean's arms and spun him around towards the door.

"I'll let you know if I find anything" Eric said.

"Thanks Eric, be careful" Sam said and guided his brother over the crater filled backyard and back into the house, where Jenny was still sitting at the table.

"Your shoulder" She said and Sam nodded.

"I'll fix it" He said. "Since someone didn't listen to me last night"

"I said I was sorry" Dean said.

"No, you didn't" Sam answered and Dean sighed angrily.

"Well, I'm telling you now and besides, it's not that bad!" Dean bickered as he still let Sam push his back up the stairs and into the bedroom.

"If this is infected I am going to kick your ass man" Sam said as he helped Dean peel of his shirt, and without really knowing it he licked his upper lip as he saw Dean's chest, he quickly went back to tugging the bandage gently off Dean's shoulder.

"Like you could Sammy" Dean laughed, but it came out more as an exhale for breath as the bandage wouldn't get off his wound.

"It's sticky, which means it probably is infected Dean" Sam said and finally got the bandage off.

"Which means Sam, that you didn't clean it well enough" Dean argued.

"Shut up and be quiet" Sam said and found the first aid kit.

"I think that's the same thing" Dean laughed and Sam didn't answer as he wet a cotton ball with peroxide and put it kind of hard against Dean's wound.

"Ouch, you did that on purpose bitch" Dean said and pushed at Sam's hand.

"Did not" Sam lied and went back to cleaning the wound and now he was sure there was a small infection there.

"Whatever" Dean said and looked at Sam's hand as he cleaned his wound and it was quiet for a while as Sam concentrated on cleaning Dean's wounds and getting him stitched up and Dean was quiet because his thought were wandering all over the place.

'Should have told Sam last night that I'm not sure what to do about my own feelings either, he doesn't deserve this, I know he feels guilty because I made the deal and got sent to hell because I wanted to save him, and he's just confused right now. This crush thing will probably fade off, and then what I'm feeling, whatever that is will fade too' He tried to convince himself, even though it wasn't as easy as he thought.

"Almost done" Sam said as he once again putting the needle back into Dean's skin.

"Hey Sam?" Dean started and he could feel his voice tremble slightly, but he didn't think Sam would notice.

"Yeah?" Sam answered, not looking at him as he finished stitching Dean up.

"I-I, thanks" He said and sighed. 'Just say something, anything!'

"No problem, what have we learned from this?"

"That the next time you tell me I need stitches I will listen?" He said a little annoyed.

"I was going for 'Sam is always right' but that will do" Sam laughed. "Done"

Dean laughed slightly as he lent back onto the bed and feeling the warm press of the mattress on his back, it was definitely more comfortable than some crappy motel bed.

"Comfortable?" Sam laughed by the sight of Dean.

"Very, I'm gonna miss this place, the bed is so comfy" He crawled himself up the bed so his head was lying on the pillow.

Sam walked around the bed and sat down on it. "Yep"

"I'm hungry" Dean said as he stood up again and it was like Jenny had heard him, because the minute he said it there was a knock on the door and she came in with a tray with two plates with a sandwich on each and two glasses of juice.

"Thought you might be hungry" She said and gave them a plate each and settled the juice glasses on one of the nightstands.

"Are you psychic or something?" Dean asked "Thanks"

"Do psychics exist too?" She asked and both Dean and Sam nodded.

"Interesting" She said. "Is it okay if I go out tonight?"

"I think it's safer than being here, I think the ghost can't leave the house" Dean said. "But I thought you said there's nothing to do around here" And he took another bite of his sandwich.

"It's not, but this really cute guy that's working at the grocery store called and asked me out" She said and almost squealed.

Dean looked kind of surprised, but gave a fake smile. "I better go give dad some lunch too" And with that she disappeared out the door.

"I thought you said it wasn't that easy to get over you Dean, but Jenny seems to manage it just fine" Sam laughed.

"Shut up Sam" Dean said as he pouted a little bit, but Sam continued grinning at him as he ate his sandwich.

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It didn't take long before both of them were finished eating their sandwiches and they were laying on separate sides of the bed and looking up into the ceiling.

"I should go help Eric dig" Sam said and was about to get up from the bed.

"It's okay you know" Dean suddenly said, not really sure why and Sam didn't answer, he just looked at Dean who sure as hell wasn't looking at him, but his eyes were staring into the air.

"Okay?" Sam asked.

"It's okay that you have a crush on me" He said and Sam could feel himself actually blushing. And he didn't really know what to answer to that, but why not come clean?

"I don't think it's a crush" Sam said looking down at his feet. "I don't think it will pass away that easily"

The words coming from Sam's mouth, Dean's brain couldn't catch, it couldn't understand it, but instead his heart caught the words and he could feel a heat rise in his chest.

"Sammy" He breathed and Sam didn't look at him, he was clearly ashamed by how he felt, so Dean followed the voice from his heart instead of the one from his head and tilted Sam's chin up so he could look into his eyes. "Its okay" and he tried to lean forward, but Sam backed away slightly.

"Dean, don't" He said, as he wasn't sure if he could take any more of Dean's comforting kisses that Sam thought didn't mean anything to Dean. "I'm serious"

"Sam" Dean said more firmly this time. "It's okay" and with that he leaned forward and caught Dean's bottom lip between his own parted lips before breaking them up again. "Dean" Sam half heartedly protested, but it came out more as a soft whimper.

"Its okay" Dean said soothingly "We're okay"