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119. Intervention

Sam was sick of it. He didn't mind his brother and best friend making googly eyes at each other but did Dean really have to either hurriedly pretend that he wasn't doing anything or act overly tough and cocky whenever he was caught out?

"Okay, I've had it," Sam snapped when he walked into the room and Dean, who was kissing Cas' hair and murmuring something to him, quickly straightened up and held Cas close as though they had just been hugging. "Dean, I know you're a total sap around Cas. You don't need to hide it."

"Me? A sap? I dunno what you're talking about!" Dean said quickly, grinning.

"That's not the impression I get when we're alone," Cas muttered irritably.

"Dean, you can stop being all tough and manly when we're around," Sam said, crossing his arms. "We all know that you're hopelessly in love with each other. The googly eyes are more than enough proof."

"What, so we're supposed to make out and act all lovey-dovey around you?" Dean said.

"No! We don't want front-row tickets to whatever you guys get up to in bed!" Sam said in exasperation. "But we don't care if you kiss and say cheesy stuff and have chick flick moments! Rosie and I do it all the time!"

"Yeah but you're just a big girl, Samantha," Dean smirked. Sam groaned.

"I give up," he muttered.

"I get it, Sammy." Dean was serious now. "But…y'know…I've always been the big brother, the one looking out for you. I've gotta be tough. I'm the one who protects you. And…y'know…"

Sam couldn't help a small smile breaking out on his face. Even now, Dean still had to be the tough older brother!

"I'm not gonna think any less of you for being sappy around Cas," Sam said. "You deserve it, Dean. It makes me happy that you're finally happy. And you're always gonna be my older brother who has freakish codependency issues."

"Shut up, Sammy," Dean complained but Sam could see just how much his words meant to Dean. Rolling his eyes, he grabbed his jacket.

"I'm going to see Rosie," he said. "Do whatever you two do when I'm not here and if I don't see at least one chick flick moment when I get back, I'm calling Charlie."

He hurried up the bunker steps and shut the door behind him, pretending not to notice how Cas hadn't even waited for the door to close before throwing himself on top of Dean.