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My night with Dean was amazing. He really was good in bed, but it did made me feel a bit weak, because I promised myself not to sleep with him.

But hey, who could resist it?

I was really happy over the fact that it didn't felt like it mattered. Last time I had sex with some guy, I developed feelings for him right away, which of course, caused problems. But Dean and I had only got caught up in the moment last night and come on, who am I kidding? It was Dean. He would forget it the next two hours later anyway.

I left Dean's king size bed, naked. I spotted a gray t-shirt, hanging on the edge of Dean's drawer. I grabbed it and put it on. It went perfectly along with my knees and I could smell Dean's cologne on it. My hair was in a messy bun and my face was ... well, it was as it always was in the mornings.

I catched a glimse of Dean as I was walking out of the door. He was drooling and looking sexier than any guy would've ever looked while they were sleeping. It was simply normal.

I smiled and walked out of Dean's room. I went straight to the kitchen to make some coffee, but stopped half way as I heard someone clear their throat behind me. Sam.

I turned around and saw him sitting in his chair, looking weirdly angry and surprised. His laptop was (as always) set up in front of him.

"What?" I asked. "You were sleeping with Dean?" He asked, his eyes wide with a hint of anger.

"Um, yeah." I said, a little chuckle warming my throat, "is that a problem?"

He left my eyes and took them back to his nerdy thing, "No, it's just that I, um ... it surprised me. I thought you were different." He mumbled the last part, his eyes glued on the screen, his fingertips dancing.

What was he talking about?

"Different?" I tried to give him another soft chuckle, making the air seem more friendly, but it just came out bitchy. He looked up to me and gave me a weak smile I knew was fake.

"I'm saying that I haven't met many girls like you. And I then mean girls with an actual brain." He said. "Thanks, I guess," I said, or asked. I wasn't sure how to respond, "but that doesn't change what happend between me and Dean."

 "Well it's Dean. Of course it changes you."

Did he want to argue? And did he think I was some kind of weak, too? He knew how I would become if I was pissed.

"Sam, what are you talking about?" I asked.

"Look, it just surprised me, that's all. I just didn't really think you would end up sleeping with him. I'm sorry if I offended you." He chuckled once again, but this time, it wasn't that awkward. It was more painful, I realized how disappointed he looked at me. "When did you care about who I slept with?" My anger became clear to him. He looked me straight into my eyes.

"Well, hello, it's Dean we're talking about. You banged my brother and I suddenly shouldn't care?"

This couldn't be Sam. Sam was the only guy in this world that actually treated people with respect.

"Well, last time I checked, it was illegal to have sex!"

He chuckled, his eyes darting at me. It was judging, all of him. He shook his head and went back to his laptop. I, on the other hand, kept going. You see, when I would become angry, I wouldn't let go that easily. Especially when I knew that I was right.

"And you don't have to act like a freakin' bodyguard every goddamn time I'm with Dean. I can be with whoever I want and I certainly don't need your jealousy!"

Okay, I might have gotten a bit too far, but I was angry.

He seemed taken back, like he thought I would never yell something like that, ever. Without words, we just stared at each other.

Silence.

He then looked angry, but I was pissed.

"Jealous?" He asked as he got up. He walked up closer to me, with our noses inches apart, we death stared into each others eyes.

"Jealous." I stated, trying to keep my breath steady.

"I thought you were different. Like a girl with enough IQ to not sleep with him." He said, meaning each little word.

I slowly became calm as I realized maybe why he was acting like this, but I still wanted him to say it.

"What's going on with you, Sam? This isn't you." He slightly shook his head and broke our eye contact. "Look at me," I said and gently put my finger tips on his chin.

Both of my hands were on each of his chin, giving me the urge to kiss him. You know how they say about people's eyes, that when you look into them, you see their galaxy? Sam's eyes were different. It was almost like they changed every day. Dean's eyes stayed green, But Sam's eyes were unique and you could actually see the hurt. See the pain, see the love he carried. He was so handsome. How couldn't I realize that before now? Was I really that caught up in Dean that I didn't realize the man standing right in front of me?

His jaw clenched and as I thought he would turn around and walk his way, he crashed into me, my body supporting itself on a wall as one of his hand crept its way around my neck. The other one was dragging my hair, rough, yet good. Warm lips colliding in a fumble first kiss. Passion consumed me, my feet losing its balance, my head spinning.

Our lips separated. We didn't say a thing as we both tried to get in what just happened.

"Wow. I'm both disgusted and glad." Dean had stepped in, his gray robe hanging loose, but covering enough. His mouth hanged, but suddenly turned into a smirk. "About damn time."