Sam and Dean walked into the small-town diner and wait by the small podium a few feet from the door. A middle aged woman walked up to the Winchester boys and flashed them a bright, friendly smile.
"For two?" The woman asked, sounding like she smoked a pack a day.
"Yep." Dean smiled pleasantly at the woman whose name tag said 'Janet'. She led them to their seats, a small booth near the back of the diner. Dean picked up the menu and started scanning over the burger section.
'Dean and his burgers.' Sam chuckled.
"What?" Dean's green eyes locked in on Sammy's at the sound of the younger Winchester's laugh.
"Nothin'" Sam smiled at Dean and Dean turned his emerald eyes back to the menu. Just then, a tall brunet with long, silky hair walked up to their table. Both boys noticed her skirt was too short and her shirt was raised; both brothers could see her dangling belly-button jewelry.
"My name is Kenzie and I will be your server today." She said to the boys, although her attention was on Dean. Sam frowned, but hid it when his brother looked at him.
"Well hello Kenzie." Dean said in that sexy-as-hell drawl of his. He looked her up and down, appraising her; Kenzie blushed and looked down.
"What would you like to order?" The brunette asked, twirling her pen in her fingers.
"What would you recommend? You seem like a girl who has good taste." Dean said, smirking. Kenzie turned pink again and, finding her voice, spoke.
"The back woods whiskey burger is great." She smiled at Dean.
"Then, I'll have that and your house brew please." Dean said and smiled up at the tall girl.
"And you?" Kenzie finally acknowledged Sam.
"A classic burger please. And a coke." Sam said, his voice sounding a little pouty.
'Why is Dean flirting with that girl?' Sam pondered, his brow furrowing. As the girl walked away, Dean looked up and saw Sam staring down at his hands.
"What?" Dean asked.
"Nothing."
"C'mon Sammy, something is bugging you."
"I said nothing Dean." Sam snapped, only loud enough for Dean to hear. "Plus, you probably won't want to talk about it." Sam said, his tone turning more unsure than angry. Dean's eyes widened at Sam's outburst.
"Ok relax dude." Dean put his hands out in front of him in a mock defense gesture. Sam just glared at the brown, lacquered, diner table.
A few minutes of awkward silence later, the waitress came back with a tray of food and beer. She leaned over too far as she set down Dean's food, exposing way too much cleavage. She smiled salaciously at the older Winchester and he just sat there, grinning like a lecherous idiot. Kenzie straightened up and almost walked away but remembered Sam was there.
"Yours'll be out in a bit." She said, her voice monotone. With a final flirty smile and hair flip to Dean, she sashayed away. By this time Sam had enough of Dean's flirting and lecherous looks.
"I feel a little sick." He slid out of the booth and stalked off towards the small diner's entrance.
"Sam...Sammy!" Dean called after him, but Sam ignored the older Winchester and walked in the direction of the hotel they were staying at.
"Sam!" Dean yelled, and grabbed Sam's shoulder, spinning him around.
"What Dean!?" Sam yelled at the older Winchester, using all his effort not to punch Dean in his stupid, flirty, face.
"What is up with you?"
"You!" Sam yelled, jabbing a finger at Dean.
"Wait...why?"
"Oh my god you're an idiot. And an ass!" Sam turned away from Dean and continued to walk.
"Damn it Sam! Talk to me!" Dean pleaded with the younger Winchester, walking fast to keep up with his younger brother.
"Why don't you go talk to that flirty little waitress, Kenzie." Sam spat at Dean. Dean's eyes widened as he realized why Sam was angry.
"That's what this is about?" Dean asked Sam, his voice soft.
"Of course! I mean, just two weeks ago you said you liked me. Did you mean it?" Sam said, his voice breaking slightly on the last question.
"Sammy, of course I did." Dean reached out towards Sam and put a warm, comforting hand on the side of Sam's face. Deans breathing sped up; what he was about to do terrified him.
"Sam, I have loved you since you were eleven years old. I never let myself go around you because I might have slipped, but now—"
Dean leaned into Sam and looked slightly up into his younger brothers hazel eyes. Sam's eyes were sparkling with amazement, nervousness and lust. Dean softly touched his full lips against Sam's. Sam sighed slightly and Dean parted his lips fractionally. After Sam pulled away, Dean looked into his brothers eyes, now shining with happiness.
"Sammy, I love you." Dean said in a serious and gravely voice. Sam had been waiting to hear those words for years and his heart constricted with happiness.
"I love you too, Dean." Sam smiled at his older brother.
"Sam, this isn't easy for me." Dean let his hands slip from Sam's shoulders and he hung his head. He did love Sam, he had since they were kids, but he would never have acted on it. Years of knowing how wrong it was, years of taking out his sexual frustration and need on any girl who looked at him twice had conditioned him to stop actively looking at Sam that way. That didn't mean that Dean didn't imagine all of the girls he had had sex with were Sam. That didn't mean that each time he was pounding a girl into the sheets, each time he kissed them, each time he came inside of one of them, that he didn't imagine it was Sam instead of them. That didn't mean it was easy though. Easy to admit the feelings he had been harboring for his baby brother. Even though, when Sam was at Stanford and Dean was on hunts by himself, he would lay on the hotel bed and rub himself, all the while whispering Sam's name until he came. That didn't mean it was anywhere close to easy. Just because Sam said he loved Dean in the way Dean loved him, didn't mean he wasn't scared he would lose him.
"I know." Sam put a hand on Dean's arm and looked at him with nothing but love.
"C'mon,let's go." Sam smiled at Dean and started walking back to the diner, Dean directly at his side.
They got back to their table just as Sam's food arrived.
"Thank you." Dean said to Kenzie in a pleasant tone, but Sam heard no flirty tone.
"Anytime." Kenzie said seductively. After both brothers ate their food Dean asked for the check. When Kenzie came back with the check, Sam saw that there was something written in swirly handwriting on the back of the receipt.
'Her number, oh great.' Sam pouted to himself, his brows coming together and his lower lip jutting out slightly. Before Sam could get any further upset, Dean tore up the receipt. Sam looked at the torn paper in deans hand as if it was some grotesque freak of nature; He never thought in a million years that the older Winchester would give up a pretty girls number.
"Oh don't look so shocked Sammy. So I tore up a girls number; I'm pretty sure I'm gay now anyways." Dean just chuckled at Sam. Sam smiled at Dean and as they got up and headed to the door, Dean threw away the torn paper. Sam knew this was hard for Dean, because all his life he had tried to keep his feelings in check, so this was a huge leap Dean was making for Sam. The Winchester boys headed back to the waiting impala and when Dean turned on the radio, the song Feel Like Making Love by Bad Company came on. Sam's cheeks turned a rosy pink color and he shifted in his seat. Dean's emerald eyes wandered over to Sam and the two locked eyes for a few heated seconds. Hazel staring into emerald; Dean's smoldering gaze against Sammy's timid and nervous one.
'Oh boy, he is in for it now.' Dean smiled salaciously at Sam, his gaze smoldering, and then roared away from the curb. Dean couldn't get back to the hotel fast enough.
'Ok. Let's do this.' Dean thought, smiling as they sped towards the security and privacy of the hotel.