"Alright, man, I'm going to get a few hours" Dean said to Sam. Sam nodded. A few hours later, Sam was going to bed, but he decided to check on Dean first. He opened the bedroom door to see his brother sound asleep. He couldn't help himself when he walked in and kissed Dean's forehead. "Goodnight, Dean" he whispered and walked back out. Dean opened his eyes once his brother left. He couldn't decide what he thought about Sam's actions.
The next morning, Dean woke up late after finally getting back to sleep. He found Sam sitting on the couch, researching on his laptop. Dean sat next to him. "Hey, man, so I need to ask you something." Sam looked up, "What's up?" "So last night, you came into my room after I went to bed." Dean started. Sam's face slowly started to turn red. "What was that all about?" Sam couldn't find the right words. Dean smiled and grabbed Sam's hand. "I'm kidding" he said. Sam looked up in confusion. Dean quickly pressed his lips to Sam's. "I hate you" Sam said. "You don't" Dean whispered. Sam smiled and kissed Dean again.
