Dean walked quickly down the staircase while attempting not to make anymore noise. He felt good. He had told the girl he loved his feelings and then got his frustrations out in a session of love making. Now Dean wasn't usually a 'love making' kind of guy. He was more the 'fuck em and leave' kind of guy. Everything had turned around though and Dean knew he was a changed man.
Sam had heard everything from the moans to the pounding against the wall. Needless to say he wasn't sleeping. As soon as he heard the door adjacent to his open, he slowly followed. He had some interrogating to do.
As Dean finished rinsing his face off, he looked up into the mirror to see no one other than Sam staring at him with a confused look in his eyes.
"Man, what did you do?" A long pause followed the question. "I mean, not what did you do, but why did you do it?"
"Oh, your poor virgin ears. Now why does it matter so much to you?" Dean raised his eyebrow. Surely he was confused. Granted, Layla and Dean may have been a little loud, it still wasn't Sam's place to ask such questions.
Sam scratched his head and pondered for a moment; how would he say this without sounding like he liked Layla too much? "She's my friend and I know how fragile she is. You must have picked the most vulnerable time for that to happen."
Dean was slowly becoming pissed off, "Are you trying to say I used her because that wasn't the case, so stop being a douche bag and assuming shit."
"Don't call me a douche bag you bitch."
"I'm not the bitch. You're the bitch. How many times do I have to tell you Sammy? You're the bitch and everybody's bitch."
Sam shoved Dean into the sink and the fight started.
By the time Layla put her clothes back on and ran downstairs, Sam had Dean by the collar of his shirt, yelling, "Why did you do that? Why?"
"Because I told her I loved her you fucking idiot! Happy? Can you let me the hell go now?"
"You choose a perfect time to tell her man; right after some demon invades her home and kills her dog. I can't believe you would lay all of this on her at once." Sam spoke loudly, but did not yell.
Dean on the other hand didn't care. He was pissed and Sam having him pinned to the floor didn't help that matter at all. "Why do you care so much? Let me guess, you're in love with her now too!"
Sam let go of Dean's collar quickly and changed the subject as quickly and as best as he could, "No, I don't… no. I just, uh, get worried about her."
Layla stood at the entrance of the master bathroom. She didn't say one word, she just listened. Once Sam made up the poor excuse he did, she knew something was up. Sam wouldn't just start a fight with his brother over nothing.
What if Sam really does love me more than he should? Layla thought to herself. It was certainly possible. They were the closest of friend. They told each other secrets and shared everything. Whenever Dean was an asshole, Sam was always there to comfort her. He'd give her a tight hug and tell her everything would be okay and that Dean really did care about her.
"Are you two going to stop?" Layla finally spoke up. "I can't fall asleep because of my damn dog, then I finally try harder and you guys wake me up with your bickering."
"I'm sorry," both of the Winchester boys said in unison.
"It's fine. Dean can you come back to bed, please?" She pleaded, longing to be near him once more.
"Sure thing, babe."
Dean quietly walked over to her, wrapping an arm around her slim waist. That was it. The brothers didn't apologize to each other. They just went their separate ways as usual.