Chapter 7- Confusion

Dean drove the car until he found a decent place that served dinner, and also offered a beautiful view of the mountainside.

Dean parked the car, and the brother got out and walked up to the door. Dean went inside first, and Sam turned back and looked at the view. It was a full moon night, with a cloudless sky. Under the eerie moonlight (everything was eerie for the Winchesters. Its supernatural you know), the place looked oddly familiar.

Sam didn't need to wrack his brains to figure out what was so familiar about the place. The memory was etched forever in Sam's mind. It was the same place where Sam and Dean had parted ways a few months ago. Sam had thought he'd lost Dean forever, after Dean had found out about his addiction to demon blood (Well, hell, who knew Ruby would be such a bitch in the end?). There developed a crack in their relationship and it just seemed to deepen with every passing second. There were so many things left unsaid, so many emotions bottled up and so much to catch up with. There was very little time though. The brothers were finding it harder and harder not to crack underneath all that burden. Vessels to Michael and Lucifer, nonetheless. I mean, how many "lucky" people got to be the vessels of the two biggest nutjobs in the entire biblical history (no offence to Christ fans out there). They just needed to sort out their inner turmoil before the going got dirty. But how could Sam confess to Dean? How could he tell him how much…

"Sammy, you comin' or what? This place ain't gonna be open for long, ya know" Dean said, interrupting Sam's thoughts.

"uhhh… yeah Dean, I'm coming", Sam said, and hastily followed his brother inside.

They seated themselves at the far end of the diner, and Dean ordered his usual hamburger with fries and beer whereas Sam ordered a salad and a soda.

After they had placed their order, the brothers just stared outside. They both were good at pretending, so they did just that. Pretended like they were enjoying the view, while doing some really deep thinking- about each other.

When their food arrived, they ate in silence. The only sound at their table was the sound of Dean chewing, and Sam's fork occasionally scraping across the plate. They finished their food, paid the check and drove back to the motel.

As soon as they stepped back into their room, Dean burst out.

"Sammy! We gotta talk about it man. You can't just shut up and cut me out", Dean said.

Sam just raised one eyebrow and replied in a very smart manner.

"Hgnhhh?"

(There you go Sammy, your smartest answer in times of confusion).

"Sammy, is there something goin' on between you and Cas?", Dean asked, coming straight to the point.

"Huh… WHAT? NO WAY DEAN!" Sam yelled, in a tone that would've scared grizzly bears away.

"Then will you please explain what you both were doin' with your shirts open?", Dean asked, almost pleading now. He needed to get rid of the confusion right here, right now.

Sam explained everything to Dean, but Dean, being the overprotective guy he was, did NOT like the part about Castiel touching his Sammy's body.

"Earth to Dean. Are you listening? What is wrong Dean?" Sam asked, his hazel eyes focused on Dean's green ones.

Dean shook his head. He knew that if he couldn't tell his brother now, he couldn't tell it to him, ever.

"Dean? Are you alright?" asked Sam, coming closer to lay a hand around Dean's shoulder. On any other day, Dean might have batted his brother's hand off and called him a "chick", but tonight, he felt comfortable in Sam's half-embrace.

"Sam, you know all the chicks I bang? Well, I'm not really into them", Dean said, hoping that Sam would get the hint.

But his dear Sam, having spent a lot of time with said blue-eyed angel lately, had gotten a little thick. He didn't seem to understand what Dean was saying.

"Of course I know you are not interested Dean, which is why you bang a different one every day", Sam said, chuckling.

"Oh shut up pretty boy. What I'm saying is, I love you."

"I love you too Dean, you know that", Sam said, appearing calm on the outside, but only he knew that on the inside, his heart was beating so fast that if it had legs, it would've completed a world marathon by now.

A/N: Okay, this was unexpected. I thought I'd finish the story in 7 chapters (since it happens to be my lucky number), but I just cannot seem to stop writing. Hopefully, the next chapter will be my last, and after that, I'm gonna start workin' on a new fanfic. Read and Review, s'il vous plait! :)