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"Dean" Sam started poking Dean to wake him up. "Dean, time to get up"

Dean just yawned sleepily and pushed Sam's hand away.

"Dean, I made breakfast, come on" Sam said and shook Dean lightly, making sure he didn't disturb any of his injuries.

"Fine" Dean said sleepily and sat up with another yawn. "Wait, you made breakfast?"

"Eric is at work and Jenny went to grab breakfast with Nathan" Sam said.

"Nathan?" Dean asked, trying to remember if he knew who that was.

"The guy she went out with last night, come on" Sam said and pushed gently at Dean to make him get up from the bed.

"I'm coming" Dean said and shakily stood up from the bed and walked a little bent over to the left side because of the hurt in his right side, Sam held a lightly touch on Dean's as they walked out of the bedroom back just to make sure that he could catch him if he suddenly slipped or fell. Dean stopped hesitantly before the stairs.

"Here" Sam said and went over to Dean's left side and took a grab of his arm to help him down the stairs.

"Ouch" Dean said half way down the stairs as his ribs started aching and he tried walking a little more straightened up. "Stupid ghost" He murmured.

"Need some pain killers with the breakfast?" Sam asked and Dean shook his head as they got down the stairs and Sam guided Dean towards the kitchen.

"Thanks" Dean said and sat down at one side of the table and grabbed himself a piece of bread as Sam poured some coffee sat down on the other side, it was very quiet as they ate, the only sentences that were exchanged were: "Pass the juice" and "Where's the butter?" Since none of them was really sure what to say.

"So" Dean said, but stopped there.

"So?" Sam continued, encouraging Dean to say something more.

Dean shook his head. "Nothing" and they went back to their eating and after a while Sam suddenly let his fork with scrambled eggs fall on the plate.

"Okay, this is weird" He said.

"No it's- I… Okay it's a little weird" Dean agreed and tilted his head slightly.

"Just say something" Sam said and Dean looked confusingly at him.

"Like what?"

"Just something, just talk like we used to talk or you know… Something, whatever" Sam said and his sentence wasn't very well put together.

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"Fine" A pause. "Where are we going when we're done here?"

Sam sighed. "I'm not sure, I can look into some news file on the internet after breakfast" He said.

"Great" Dean said and took another bite of his breakfast, and then there was an awkward silence again.

"Dean…" Sam said in a slight whining voice.

"What? You say something then"

Sam didn't answer as he tried to find something to talk about. "What do you think it's the weirdest gig we've ever had?"

Dean started laughing and shook his head. "No idea, it's been a lot of crazy ones" He said and started thinking, and his mind drifted to the most recent ones first "Like the one with the magic wishing fountain and the suicidal teddy bear?"

Sam started laughing and nodded in agreement. "And then there's the one with the girl who was in coma and made fairytales come true with the not so 'happily ever after' endings?"

"Yeah, I remember that Cinderella" Dean joked.

"Shut up" Sam said, even though he was still smiling and both of them continued for a while, this was the way it was suppose to be. Not awkwardly silence, but talking about cases and just being themselves.

"This is good" Dean said with a mouthful of scrambled eggs as he pointed towards his plate with his fork, Sam sent him a smile before he continued eating his own food.

"Dean?" Sam asked with a low voice, just so Dean could hear him.

"Yeah?" He asked, while still digging in on his food.

"Nothing" Sam said and shook his head nervously while taking a sip of his orange juice.

"No, come on, tell me" Dean said and Sam shook his head again.

"Sam…" Dean warned.

"It's nothing, seriously" Sam lied.

"Can't you just tell me?!" Dean said and started to get annoyed.

"It's just that- Remember before you went to hell that we talked about how demons use the fact that we are brothers against us?"

"Yeah?" Dean said and coked an eyebrow.

"Well, if they find out that we're… That we're…" Sam didn't say anything, as he still wasn't sure what they were.

"Oh" Dean said and Sam looked nervously at him. "We'll just have to make sure that they won't find out then" Dean said and Sam nodded in agreement.

"Right"

Dean nodded. "Right"

There it was again, the awkward silence that none of them was really good at breaking.

"And I don't think anyone else should know either" Dean said and looked at Sam.

"Right" Sam answered again.

"One of us is probably going to screw this up anyway so" Dean said sarcastically and Sam laughed at him.

"Probably you"

"You're the one who always messes things up" Dean said and Sam shook his head.

"No way" And they continued joking like that.

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"I'm stuffed" Dean said and leant back onto the back of the chair.

"Me too" Sam said and started cleaning up.

"Need help?" Dean asked, hoping he would say no.

"It's okay" Sam said. "You can go upstairs and look into some news stories"

Dean frowned, he hated research. But he hated cleaning up even more. "Fine" He said and started walking towards the stairs and made a grimace as he tried getting up the stairs, leaning over the banister to make it easier and when he finally got up he took a deep breath and walked into the bedroom and lay down on the bed and took Sam's computer on his lap.

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"Hey" Sam said as he entered the room after cleaning up the dishes.

"Found our new gig" Dean said and turned the computer around so Sam could look at it. "Three girls has been brutally killed down in Illinois"

"Does it sound supernatural?"

"Well, listen to this: all of them were 4 months pregnant on the day they were murdered"

"Sound supernatural alright, Illinois is about 6 and a half hours from here" Sam said.

"Yep, so let's start packing" Dean said and placed his the lap top back on the nightstand and struggled to get up from the bed.

"But Dean, you're not well enough to go hunting" Sam said.

"So we're just going to let innocent people die?" Dean said and Sam shook his head.

"Off course not, but-"

"Then it's settled, we'll go as soon as Eric comes home" Dean said and went to get their stuff from the bathroom. Sam sighed and grabbed a hold of his arm.

"I'll pack and you relax" Sam said and Dean grinned.

"I can do that" He said and laid back down on the bed, his shoulder was getting better, but his ribs still hurt like hell.

It didn't take long before Sam returned and then he started putting the jeans and shirts that was on the floor into the bags.

"Aren't you a good little housewife, Samantha?" Dean teased.

"Shut up or you'll have to clean up yourself" Sam said and Dean laughed and coughed at the same time as he put pressure on his ribs.

"Danm it!" He said and coughed some more.

"That's karma" Sam joked and put the last pieces of clothing into the bag and sat down next to Dean "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine" said Dean as he whimpered in a girly way that he would deny later.

"Okay man, whatever you say" Sam said, not really bothering to offer Dean Pain killers anymore, since he would just refuse.

Sam looked over his shoulder to see the alarm clock. "Eric won't be back for at least two hours, maybe we should just leave a note" He said, as he wouldn't want it on his conscious that more girls died because they had to say goodbye.

"Maybe Jenny will be back soon, then we can just tell her" Sam said. "We can't just leave when they've been so nice to us Dean"

Dean nodded in agreement and sighed deeply. "What's there to do around here?" He said and looked around the room; he wasn't really up for watching TV.

"We can drive down to the town"

"Down-Town" Dean grinned and Sam cocked an eyebrow at him.

"Yeah, whatever, but I don't think it's so much to do there either"

Dean sighed again and got up from the bed.

"Where are you going?" Sam asked.

"Exploring" Dean said and walked into the small hallway and passes the staircase and looked into the first room he came across and he could see that it was Jenny's and he walked inside.

"Dude, that's snooping" Sam said as he followed him.

"Call it, investigating" Dean said and started flipping through one of the magazines that was laying on her bed.

"Unless you think Jenny is a demon, I don't think I can call it that" Sam said madly and tugged at Dean's arm.

"You can never be too careful Sammy" Dean said and opened one of her drawers.

"Okay Dean, that's enough, let's go" Sam said as he was standing in front of the doorway

"Sam? Have you seen Nathan?" He asked and Sam shook his head.

"No, why?"

"Either she lied about who she was going out with or I don't think that relationship is going to go very well" Dean chuckled and Sam's curiosity took advantage of him and he walked towards Dean and stopped right behind him.

"Check this out" Dean said and showed Sam some pictures that were taking in a photo booth of Jenny and another girl, first picture they were joking, the second they were smiling and the last two they were making out.

Sam cocked his head to the side. "Dean, we shouldn't be looking at this" Dean ignored him and turned the pictures around.

"Jenny and Charlotte" it stood on the backside, with a heart around it. "Awww, isn't that sweet?" Dean chuckled and Sam took the photos from him and put them back into the drawer and dragged Dean outside the bedroom.

"Ouch, I'm hurt you bitch!" Dean said and dragged himself away from Sam.

"Have you ever heard of a private life?" Sam said and ignored Dean's bitching.

"Sure I have" Was all Dean answered with a grin around his lips.

"If she's with a girl-"

"Charlotte" Dean stopped him and smiled.

"If she's with Charlotte, that's none of our business" Sam said.

"Chill down little brother" Dean answered and waved his hands in front of his face "No need to get all defensive about it"

"What are you talking about Dean?" Sam said, not really understanding what he meant.

Dean took one step closer to Sam and just breathed hot air in Sam's ear, making him shiver "I think you do know Sammy" He said with a smirk, before he walked passed him and continued his exploring, and as he was about to go into Eric's bedroom after a lot of 'don't do it's' from Sam, they heard someone enter the house, and they heard Eric's yelling.

"Come on" Sam said and pushed gently at Dean's back and when they reached the staircase, Eric and Jenny was on their way upstairs.

"And you can stay in your room young lady!"

"But dad, I didn't do anything wrong" Jenny said and was almost crying. "Charlotte and I were just-"

"I don't want to hear another word" Eric said and pointed towards her bedroom and Jenny ran past Dean and Sam and shut the door behind her.

"Looks like daddy's found out" Dean whispered to Sam who nodded.

"I'm sorry you had to see that" Eric said and walked downstairs again, and Sam and Dean followed him in a slow pace since, but Dean had gotten the hang of walking up and down the stairs.

"What was that all about anyway?" Dean asked when they had reached the kitchen, pretending he didn't know "You're not supposed to be home so soon?"

Eric shook his head "I was on my way to the hardware store to pick up something and then I saw Jenny kissing another girl" He sighed.

Dean and Sam faked surprised and sat down by the opposite side from Eric.

"Can you believe that?" Eric said. "I mean, you saw how she was all over you when you got here" He pointed towards Dean.

"Well, maybe she was embarrassed or didn't want to disappoint you" Sam said.

"Disappoint me?"

"Well not to be a total ass here, but look at how you're dealing with it" Dean said and Eric nodded.

"I guess you're right, but it's not something you just accepts when you finds out your daughter is gay you know?"

Sam and Dean didn't say anything else; this moment was weird, awkward and stupid.

"Why not?" Sam suddenly said and Dean looked at him. "Why can't you just accept that your daughter is happy, even if it is with another girl? Does it matter that she's gay?" Dean could feel himself smiling slightly and there was a moment of silence.

"You're right Sam" Eric said and sat up from his chair. "I'm gonna go talk to her" And with that he was out of the kitchen and they could soon hear him going up the stairs.

Dean gave Sam a look and grinned. "What?" Sam asked.

"You sneaky little bastard" Dean said, still smiling towards him.

"What?" Sam asked again.

"Were you telling Eric, or where you telling me?" He said and tilted his head. "Or were you telling yourself?"

Sam sighed. "All of the above I guess"

"Ha, I knew it" Dean said and continued grinning towards him. "Except for the liking girl's part, because I think you're kind of over that state now"

Sam laughed slightly. "Aren't you?"

"I don't like guys" Dean said honest and Sam's facial expression changed. "Just you" He continued and winked at Sam.

"Yeah, same here" Sam said and looked into Dean's eyes.

"Okay, way to chick flick" Dean said and turned away from Sam and stood up. "Go get our bags"

Sam just shook his head, but did as he was told.

-

"All set?" Eric said when they were standing outside the house, in front of the impala.

"Yeah" Sam said.

"Take care" Eric said and shook both of the Winchester's hands, before walking back into the house.

"Hey guys?" Jenny said and they turned their attention towards her. "I don't know what you said to him, but thank you"

Sam smiled at her. "No problem"

"Bye Jenny" Dean said and she waved them goodbye. Dean tossed Sam the keys "You're driving" and both of them went into the car and Sam started the engine and an Asia song came on.

"I've had enough Asia for the rest of my life" Sam said and went to switch the song, but Dean slapped his hand away.

"Driver controls the radio" Sam said and chuckled, finally he got to say that.

"Fine" Dean said and changed the song, trying to roll more comfortable into the seat.

"Thank you" Sam said and took a deep breath.

"Sure, but you owe me one" Dean said and grinned devilishly at him.

"I sure do"