Sam appeared to be brooding while Dean was repeatedly glancing between him and me in the mirror. Needless to say, it was an awkward trip. We eventually pulled up to a modest little house at the edge of town. It was cozy, definitely somewhere Sam would live. It was a bit rustic, but warm, like somebody's grandparents house.

When we got out Sam took my hand and whispered for about the zillionth time,

"I'm sorry Dean's being such a creepy jerk right now, but he's actually really cool once he warms up to you, I promise."

I shrugged and smiled nonchalantly, hopfully successfully hiding the fact that I was on the brink of spontaneous combustion on the inside. I'd never been the meet-the-parents kind of guy, mostly because I'd never got that serious. Now I see why my friends always shook in their boots when their girls asked them to introduce themselves to their families. It's fucking terrifying. Your whole relationship is to be determined in one lousy night! The pressure is sufficating.

"Get a move on, love birds, we ain't got all night!" Dean shouted from his narrow porch.

I rolled my shoulders and Sam squeezed my hand in ammused reassurance. As we walked to the door I looked around the neighborhood. In the dim twilight it seemed peaceful, almost serene. I imagined for a zillionth of a second settling down here with Sam, but I quickly dismissed the thought with a shake of my stupid head. I am just meeting this guy's family, now is not the time to think about starting a new one!

Inside the house was surprisingly clean. But decorated exactly how you'd expect, guns mounted the walls above dozens of framed photos, practically lining the walls. Posters of barely dressed women and classic muscle cars appeared at seemingly random but nonetheless inappropriate intervals, which I, personally, thought odd in the house of two bisexual brothers. I guess I shouldn't stereotype

The whole place smelled like alcohol, leather, old books, and something very distinctly Winchester. Sam lead me into a snug little sitting room where he motioned for me to sit beside him on the patchwork couch while Dean lowered himself into the worn, leather recliner facing us.

"Sooo...," he began slowly, savoring my uneasiness, I thought bitterly as I swallowed anxiously.

"Sammy tells me you work on campus, huh?" he asked finally.

I nodded "Yep, the bookstore, need the money."

I didn't want to sound like I intended to work there forever, though it was the best job I ever had.

He squinted and leaned forward, he looked like a god damned James Bond villian like that, but I sure as hell wasn't gonna mention it.

"Oh really? What for?" He asked suspiciously, like if he asked I would tell him I was working at a college bookstore to fund my underground drug cartel.

"Well, I've got to eat, pay rent? I'm putting my cousin through college?" I offered bewilderedly.

He nodded and hummed and leaned back, crossing one leg over the other. I look over at Sam for some help to see him slouching with his arms crossed, giving God his best bitchface. He didn't seem worried in the slightest, bored even.

"Where you from?" Dean asked quickly.

"Salt Lake City." I answered quicker.

"What brings you here?"

"Chance." Thats what I always say, mostly because it true.

This was followed by a string of increasingly intrusive questions before he got down to business. The real question on his mind that evening.

"Why do you want to date my brother?"

"He's absolutely amazing and I really really like him." I'm surprised how fast I say it. Without hesitation. I hadn't even known I was thinking it.

Sam looked down at me and smiled bashfully.

"What exactly are your intentions, Mr. Novak?" Dean finally asked vehemently.

"Uhmm...," I look up at Sam who was busy glaring harshly at his brother, but still managed to look completely and utterly adorable in every way, and I knew.

"I guess to make him happy, be the best boyfriend Sam Winchester has ever had." I answered truthfully.

This caught my lover's attention and he looked down at me with his stupidly cute face and the most enamored smile he was capable of before kissing me sweetly. I honestly couldn't help but smirk just a little into the kiss.

Dean allowed us our moment before coughing none-too-subtly. We broke apart hesitantly and I folded my hands in front of me, awaiting the next question, but it never came. He just studied me for a long moment, then nodding, gave us his silent verdict, seemingly satisfied with my answers. He approved.