"Luc be my first dance?" Sam asked

Luc looked around bewildered, "Your first dance? But that could scare away anyone who could take you away." His voice now sounded bitter, his light blue eyes dropping to the trimmers.

"Look I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say it that way," Sam said walking up to Luc and wrapping his arms around his waist resting his chin on the other man's shoulder, "Talk to me."

Luc turned around to meet Sam's hazel brown eyes, "Only if you are serious about us Sam. If this is to keep me happy if your plan doesn't work out or…" But Sam leaned forward and kissed him. He hated lying to him.

"Keep your love lives to yourself." Dean's voice said a soft smile in his voice. Sam pulled away slowly from Luc and his eyes landing on Dean. He looked older. His shoulders were broader then the last time he saw him, his bright green eyes once lit with curiosity and love for Sam were now only fearful and cold.

"Dean?" Sam croaked his feet unwilling to move. He hadn't seen Dean in four years, Sam felt like he was seeing a ghost.

"So Luc does cut your hair then." Dean said his voice amused.

"Yes because you wouldn't do it." Sam snapped back. It had taken Luc almost seven months to persuade Sam to even let him touch his hair and another four to let him cut it.

"Right, I'll get ready when you're done then." And with that just like four years ago Dean disappeared out the door.

"He hurts as much as you do in not seeing you." Luc said quietly turning away from Sam to continue cleaning his clippers.

"Like fucking hell." Sam replied back fighting back the burning sensation in his eyes, "If it hurt Dean as much as it hurt me he wouldn't continue to push me away."

"You push him away too." Luc grumbled, pointing Sam to the toilet indicating him to sit.

-DEAN-

Dean slammed the door behind him, he should be happy Sam is happy. Plopping down on the bed he curled close to the little stuffed panda bear.

"Mom and dad are gone, and I'm quickly loosing Sammy. Looks like it's you and me against the world Castiel." He hugged the small bear closer and didn't look up as his door opened tentively.

"I'm sorry Dean. I don't want to hurt you and I know Sam doesn't either." Luc's voice called across the room.

Fighting back the slight darkness he could feel filling his chest, he replied flatly "I know you both didn't mean to hurt me."

"Come on Dean. Sam wants you to cut his hair." Luc tried stepping forward his hand outstretched.

"Like I told you before Luc, it's just best if I don't have anything to do with my brother. As much as we tried," he looked at his black gloved hands, "I can't control it. All that happens is explosions of emotions that I can't control."

"Dean-" Luc said sadly stepping forward again.

"GET OUT!" Dean snapped turning his angry green eyes to Lucifer. He pushed his hands through his sandy blonde hair then curled closer to the panda bear.

With a sigh Luc said, "Dean you have to be close to your brother after those doors open. I can't stand to see you two hurting each other." He turned to leave.

"All you care about, like everyone else in this damn prison, is my brother." Dean grumbled.

"And you turned this into your own prison Dean. Sam took up what you refused to." And with that Luc left Dean. Dean stared after the closed door almost in shock.

Dean slowly paced his room, rubbing his bare hands together. Every few minutes sparks of red or green would crackle from his fingertips. How was he going to get through this damn ceremony? If anyone saw sparks fly out of his fingertips they would skin him alive then drag him behind a truck. Taking deep breaths, Dean slipped his hands back into his gloves and listened to Luc and Sam chit chat till their voices faded to nothing. He took one last look at the panda on his bed and walked out of the room headed for the shower.

AN: Sorry this is so short guys! The next update will be about the ball! I will post it ASAP! Again sorry it is so short. Reviews welcome.