PS: Anything you recognise is not mine. This chapter is a rewritten episode of season 7 episode 11. Well, sort of. Supernatural doesn't belong to me, nor do the characters. Sigh.

I'm at a payphone trying to call home
All of my change I spent on you
Where have the times gone
Baby it's all wrong, where are the plans we made for two?

If happy ever after did exist
I would still be holding you like this
All those fairytales are full of shit
One more stupid love song I'll be sick

- Maroon 5-Payphone

Bobby was dead.

That was everything the Winchester siblings could think about the following weeks. Dean never mentioned he didn't mind the kiss in the hospital and Sam never mentioned why she started it all. Both of them didn't rather think about it. The reason sounded simply – They both just needed comfort.

One week passed and the two of them were sitting in Rufus' cabin. Sam was sitting in the chair, keeping her hands in her lap securely. Dean was on the couch, just staring in front of him and Samantha was sure they were thinking about the very same thing. Bobby. She glanced at him, admiring how careless he could look like, admiring how the light outside illuminated his face, showing the crook of his nose and jaw, forehead and lips. To say that she was surprised when she realised that her own lips went dry was the understatement of the year. She looked away instead, trying to think about anything else but not Dean since it didn't do her any favours.

Like Dean could read Sam's mind, just when she turned away he glanced at her, though, surprisingly, he didn't admire her good looks. He didn't admire how long her legs seemed to be in those boots combined with those jeans. He simply focused on her face expression, trying to figure out what was going through her mind. She looked tired, broken and desperate but also nervous. Bobby had passed away. There was nothing more they could do but make up the revenge on Dick Roman.

The third week almost without words was too much for Sam. She knew they had to cope, they had to find what did those numbers Bobby had written mean but she was concerned about Dean, just like every little sister would be. "Dean, you know, um… I wonder if… if we." She sighed. She could say one sentence without stuttering. Right? "I mean, should we be telling people? I mean, people he knew." She said, daring not to spoke the name out loud.

"How long ago did I give Frank these numbers?" Dean asked, intentionally ignoring Sam's question. "It's been a few weeks, right? What, is he nuts, or is he just being rude?"

"Probably both. Dean, I… I got to ask you a question."

"Unless, of course, something happened to him." Dean continued, like he would be talking to himself out loud, not to his concerned sibling. "He can't get to the phone because a Leviathan ate his face."

Well… "Yeah, also a possibility."

"We should go check on him." Dean said and took a sip of his beer, feeling thirsty and not comfortable with Sam's questions.

"Dean, do you want to call Bobby's people or not?" she asked firmly and now she wouldn't let him skip the question. Nope.

"W-why is that our job?" Dean complained and turned his back on her in defense.

"Because who else is going to do it?" she asked, still softly considering his attitude towards her.

"I'm not calling anybody. If you want to, you go right ahead." What a simple solution.

"I don't want to call anybody. Are you kidding me?" she asked just like a phone in one of the duffel bags started ringing. Their gazes met challengingly.

"Well, I'm not getting it." Dean remarked.

As time showed, this little girl, Krissy, got lost in town without her dad. He had gone for a hunt and hadn't showed up after weeks. Sam went to check up on the child since she showed more feelings as a, like Dean called it, vulnerable female chick. Dean, on the other hand, had to deal with that ass of a person, Frank. One better than the second.

When Dean realized Sam got kidnapped, he swore on himself. How could he let his baby sister walk into something like dead? He knew Sam was smart and sneaky and that she was definitely still alive, she had to be, but going there alone was just insanely stupid. But, after all, Dean was out of reach. Dammit.

Sam was tied to a chair, talking quietly and calmly to Lee whilst Dean was dealing with Krissy. She was a pain in the ass but Dean was in no mood to argue with that kid.

Sam tensed up when one of the creatures that fed on Lee, Krissy's father, stepped inside and slowly made his way towards the two of them. "How are my meals feeling?" he asked with that sly smirk, glancing from one victim to another. None of them replied. "Strong silence? Fine. I don't need to have fun with my food." He said and made walked towards Lee, fingers wrapping into his hair to tilt his head so he could start feeding.

Sam, unable to watch others suffer, spoke up. "Hey, Jack, did I tell you about the Vetalas I took down in Utah? Yeah. You remind me of them. Except they were so much… younger." She mocked. "I tied them up. Not because I had to. More so… I could enjoy my time."

"You're lying." The creation replied. Obviously, Sam hit the nerve as she man moved towards her.

"I'm not. I just want you to know how much I enjoyed cutting your brothers."

The guy didn't wait any longer and grabbed Sam by her hair, roughly sinking her teeth into her neck, making Sam moan in pain. She tries to stay conscious but the venom takes control and her eyes roll back.

The next thing Sam could see is her brother being slammed against some sort of an iron cage whilst the other man sneered at him, teeth visible. She tried to get out of the grasp of her chair but, alas, it didn't work. Suddenly, Krissy appeared, screaming Daddy whilst Dean gave his sister a reassuring look. She didn't believe him for a second since he was tackled on the ground by one of the Vetalas. Samantha didn't even know how but the Vetalas were dead and Dean was by her side, freeing her. She wrapped her arms around him when he helped her stand up. "You alright?" he asked, moving her dark brown hair away from her face so he could check on the bite.

"I'm fine, Dean. I'm fine." Sam replied with a small smile.

After they reasoned with Lee to leave the girl out of the hunting, Sam and Dean walked towards the car. "This was one hell of a day." The older Winchester remarked and the younger one agreed.

"Yeah. But we got out of it alive. That's good." She said and bumped her shoulder into Dean's.

"Hey, don't get all strong, baby sister." Dean smirked, the words 'Fake it till you make it' engraved in his mind. Frank was right. That was his task. To fake it till he made it.

"You're underestimating me, Dean." Sam warned him, pointing her index finger at the tall man next to her. "Again." She added.

"Sue me. Look at you, you're just bones. That's because you eat that salad shit."

"Salad has nothing to do with this conversation. Don't hate the salad." She smiled and stopped in front of the car which was, unfortunately, not the Impala.

Dean stopped just right beside her and without thinking, he shoved her on the hood so she'd be on the same eye level. Sam's breath hitched slightly, throat extremely thirsty. She raised her eyebrows in question. "What did you think, going there alone though, hm?" he asked, nothing but care in his deep sea green eyes.

"I… I didn't wait it. Those guys just hit me over the head in an alley." She stammered, leaning on her hands that were settled beside her hips on the hood of the car.

Dean stared at her whilst Sam tried to figure out what the hell was going on through his head. That wasn't what he really wanted to ask her. It was something else…

"Get in the car." Dean said and leaned back, soon to be followed by his sister.

"Was it about the kiss?" she asked and Dean sighed, not daring to turn around to share a look with her. "Was it about the kiss when Bobby died, Dean?" Once again, she wasn't going to let him make his way through this. "Was it?" Third's a charm, right?

"No it wasn't." Dean said and opened the door of the driver's seat.

"Dean…" Sam protested, knowing he was lying to her.

"It wasn't okay? You want a proof?" he asked and turned around, curling his fingers around the material of Sam's shirt to roughly pull her close and slam the door shut so he could slam her against them. He slammed his lips against her own and tilted his head lightly, tongue brushing along her lower lip in order to make her let him in.

Sam's eyes widened at the 'proof' but she quickly closed them, relaxing into Dean's touch, lips, smell… Just everything. Here they were, kissing in the parking lot. None of them minded that they were siblings. They knew each other better than anyone else, they loved each other more than the two of them could imagine. Sam gasped against his lips, opening her mouth just a little but Dean was rougher, faster. He drove his tongue inside, brushing it against her own. His fingers were placed around the hooks on her jeans to make sure she was close whilst Sam's hands finally responded, sliding up Dean's muscular chest and shoulders to his hair. Dean couldn't help but lean into her lips. He knew he shouldn't think about moving his hands to her rear but he couldn't resist and his palms were soon feeling that gorgeous ass he made fun of most of the time.

Sam squirmed in his grasp but didn't protest any more, still glued to her brother's lips. She was just about to respond into his touch when Dean moved back, much to Sam's dismay. She opened her eyes to ask when Dean spoke up. "See? It's not about the kiss."

He glanced at Sam who was biting on her lower lip. "Get in the car." He said and let go of her. She moved to the passenger's seat, gazing at the road when Dean started driving without any other words.

"Should I even ask?" Sam questioned, glancing at her brother who seemed unnaturally tense.

"I'm fine." Typical Winchester reply.

"Fine, meaning?"

"We should just work." He replied and Sam shrugged slightly, knowing she won't get anything out of him that day. She turned on the radio and leaned into the seat, unable to think about anything else but Dean's lips on her own, imagining they'd go lower to her neck and leave a hickey in order to mark her as his because, hell, she belonged just to him and no one else.

Dean on the other hand, thought about the stupid ideas of kissing his own sister. To hide it on the outside, he smiled sadly, looking older than he really was.

End of this chapter. I promise there will be more action in following chapters. Reviews are lovely.