Brother Mine

@ heretic.
The place where he was slapped burnt as he stared after Dean's figure walking away. Sam could not believe that just happened. It was something straight out of a fantasy world, but Dean's echoing laugh proved him wrong. Surely there must be something going on; unless it was just Dean's natural stirring attitude. But, as he dutifully followed behind his older brother, he couldn't help but to think that Dean was hiding something. It was obvious. Blindingly so. The way Dean's cheeks were flushed at the diner was evidence to prove that. "Dean, you're being.." Sam started, but his train of thought drove away and he trailed off.

@ Synful Cocktail
The laughter died on Dean’s tongue, turning to look back at his brother. “I’m what, Sammy?” He arched his brow, waiting for an answer. “Huh? I’m being, what, exactly?”

He huffed at the silence and rolled his eyes, turning back to the direction he was heading in. If Sammy wanted to be childish, then two could play at that game. Dean was incredibly stubborn, could go without talking for days if he really wanted to.

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Sam groaned once Dean had turned back around and walked past him, making sure that he didn't bump into the other man as he walked in the direction of the library, pushing the strap of his laptop bag higher up onto his shoulder. How could he be so damn stupid? Shaking his head, he kicked a rock out of his way. If only he could voice his opinions without feeling like he's making a damn mistake every time.

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Dean watched Sam storm off in the opposite direction out of the corner of his eye, “wow.” Carrying on down the street, he came across a bar and a little light bulb went off in his head. Piss Sam off and get wasted at the same time, way to kill two birds with one stone. Genius plan.

Walking into the establishment, even he could see it was a complete dive but he wasn’t particularly fussy where he got his booze on, just as long as he got it on. Stepping up to the bar, he ordered a beer followed by a whiskey chaser and downed them both, cocking his head towards the barmaid for two more.

Perfect way to spend an afternoon.

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Grumbling to himself, Sam managed to find a spot in the library which was quiet and if he were to talk to himself, then no one would be able to hear him. Cracking his knuckles, he searched the library for relevant books, all looked mundane to the untrained eye, but to Sam, they were hard-covered works of art. Bringing them back to a spare computer, Sam started to do what he does best- research. Usually, with Dean, it'd be several times quicker.

It didn't take him long to find something that was worth looking further at. Grabbing out his phone - which he didn't think he'd need considering Dean was right behind him at one point - he scrolled through his contacts to find his brother's number and called him. Tapping his fingers against the wooden desk, waiting for the guy to pick up.

@ Synful Cocktail
Dean was aware that he was vibrating, the part of his brain that was not drowning in whiskey trying to tell him that it was his phone. Trying to focus his eyes long enough to search his jacket pocket, he slipped off the stool and fell backwards, giggling at himself. "Woops!" Rolling over onto his stomach - he had no shame in rolling around on the dirty floor of the bar like an over-excited seal - he grabbed the offending item and proceeded to jab the screen with his fingers. "Stupid piece of crap, hello!"

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"I've found- Dean, are you drunk?" Sam questioned, concern was weaved through his tone and even his expression. It wasn't like Dean to not get drunk at times, but it was mid-afternoon. He could hear his brother umming and ahhing over the question asked, so instead he got the place where Dean was at, the only bar in town and told Dean he'd be there in five, hanging up on the older man's protests. Packing up his things, Sam sighed, he shouldn't have to do this all over again, look after someone while they were drunk.

@ Synful Cocktail
Dean raised his hand from his position on the floor, grinning away to himself. "Another drink please, bartender!" Blinking slowly, he frowned at the person that stood above him, seeing two of them swimming in his blurred vision. "Hey man, want a drink?" His voice was slurred, a stupid grin plastered on his face when said person reached down and pulled him up by the scruff of his shirt. "Oof!" Falling forward onto a bar stool, he licked his lips and attempted to right himself, not getting very far when a pair of strong arms gripped him around the waist. "Hello, sailor!"

@ heretic.
It was a struggle, but Sam had managed to manoeuvre Dean out of a potential bar fight, at his protests, Sam rolled his eyes, keeping his grip on his older brother as he attempted to lead him out of the bar. It wasn't until they were outside, that Dean started to lean heavily on Sam, arm heavy around his shoulders. "I love you, Sammy. But, you 'lready knew that, didn't ya?"

Sam hummed, not trusting himself to reply to that. His forehead was scrunched up in concentration as he tried to help the older man into his beloved car. "C'mon, Dean. Even you aren't his difficult." Sam mumbled, more to himself than anything. He let out a yelp of surprise as Dean grabbed onto Sam's shirt and pulled him down, pressing an open-mouthed, and sloppy kiss to his neck. He could feel the heat of Dean's breath on his skin, cursing himself at the all-too familiar feeling in the pit of his stomach. Teeth grazed over lightly as Dean pulled away.

Wide-eyed and breathing heavily, Sam couldn't put together a plausible reason as to why his body had subconsciously pressed into Dean's.

@ Synful Cocktail
Through his drunken haze, Dean smirked at the way Sam's bod melted into his, wanting to reach out and touch, so badly. But he stopped himself, resisted, didn't want to freak his brother out anymore than he already had. Meaning to say something, anything to reason away his actions, Dean couldn't fight the wave of exhaustion that crept over him so suddenly, its tempting fingers pulling him into a deep, dreamless sleep.

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Sam let out a breath he didn't know that he had held when he noticed Dean passed out. Running a shaky hand through his hair, Sam sat down at the small table by the window. There was no way that he was sleeping, not after what had just happened. It wasn't even the issue that Dean was his brother - he had that freak out a long time ago - it was the fact that he liked it. There wasn't a possibility of a relationship, because Dean doesn't do those. Which left Sam feeling all sorts of feelings that he knew wouldn't be reciprocated.