Conf 5
Sam: You love me, with 51% of your heart? How am I supposed to believe that, huh Deun? How, how am I supposed to feel that Deun?
Dean: Sam, don't you feel it everyday? Everytime I hunt with you, every monster I get in front of you for, every, every fregging cause I try to take instead of you, every time I risk my life for you? How do you not see that Sam?
Sam: Deun, all of that is true, but it seems so far away. Like a great span of space is in between. I need to get to the other side Deun. I need to touch it, I need a connection.
Dean: Sammy, I don't know what you want me to do, but I'll do anything for you, anything; just give me the gun, Sammy. Please? Please Sammy?
Sam: You'll do anything? For me, you'll do anything... What about for you, Deun? What will you do, for you?
Will you give yourself? Will you really truly give yourself to someone; to love them, and allow yourself to get love back in return? Would you do that, for me Deun?
Dean: I have done that for you, with Lisa and Ben. It didn't work out. It can't, not for me. It doesn't work that way for us.
Sam: Bingo. Now you get it.
Dean: No, Sam I'm sorry, I haven't a clue?
(Sam removes the gun from his head, he doesn't disarm it though; he doesn't put it away. But he moves closer to Dean, whose head is tilted down; his eyes closed. Sam puts the gun sideways under Dean's chin, and tilts his face up, he slowly opens his eyes. Sam looks into them, puffy and red, but still green and round.)
Sam: Will you love...me, Deun?
(Dean still doesn't understand, or he doesn't want to. He has no answer. Sam stays close to Dean as he removes the gun from his chin, and puts it back to his temple. Then he kisses Dean, on the lips. Dean wants to jump, he wants to run, he doesn't swing this way, but he can't. He knows he can't, even the slightest movement could depress the trigger, and kill his brother.)
TBC