Dean hadn't slept since Tuesday. It was Friday today. All he had really done was drink. And shoot. And curse. And drink.
-Tuesday morning 8:50am-
Dean laid on his stomach, his face buried in his pillow. His ass still hurt from the night before when his little brother had drilled him to center earth. Sam laid next to him of course, laying on his back with his hands on his chest and his head tilted towards Dean. Sam exhaled as he sat up slowly, running a hand down his face. Dean snored, Sam grinning and rolling his eyes. He should get that checked out. He decided to get up and get in the shower, some much needed time to think and relax. That was his first mistake. Leaving Dean alone with his phone on the nightstand on vibrate. Only a few minutes later when Dean awoke to water sounding in the bathroom, he heard Sam's phone as well. Groaning and reaching up, he moves his hand around the nightstand, knocking the container of lube off until he picks up Sam's phone. Might be another update on the case they were on. He opened his eyes to see the soft glow of treason. "Hey babe, we still on for tonight? I got that little red thing you like. Can't wait." Deans eyes read it again. And again. He even turned off the phone then on again in case he was imagining it. No. It was real. Dean tried Sam's password to see who it was from, because it sure as hell wasn't from him. Alas Sam had changed the password. Dean's heart sunk and also ignited at the same time. Was Sam...cheating?
-Friday night 9:34pm-
Sam had gone for a supply run, still not aware Dean had read that text. Tuesday night Sam left of course, saying he was going to the library. Dean knew it was bullshit but he also wanted a night to think and get drunk without his evil little skank of a brother around.
Dean sat on the edge of the bed he had made, Sam's packed bag next to him. He didn't want Sam to leave forever, but he also didn't want to be around him. At least not until Dean calmed down and figured out what to do. Sam opened the door and had two white plastic bags in his hand. "You will not believe-" That's when Sam saw his bag. And Dean. And Dean's tear stained cheeks. "Dean?" Sam said quietly, closing the door. "What's her name?" Dean asked quietly, wiping his cheeks. "Who?" Sam asked, trying to play it coy. "Don't lie to me!" Dean yelled, standing up. "After all we have been through and after everything...just get out. Get out! I can't even look at you! You bastard!" Dean yells, Sam shaking. Shit. This wasn't supposed to happen. Yet Sam understood and seeing the state Dean was in, shame flooded his body. Sam picked up his bag and threw it over his shoulder. He opened one of the white bags, taking out a small piece of pie and setting it on the table. "Happy Valentines Day." Sam murmured, inhaling deeply before walking out. Dean stared at the piece of pie, clenching his jaw tightly. He picked it up and looked down at it. The one time Sam remembered the pie. He threw it into the trash, grabbing his whiskey from his bag and sitting on the bed. And that's where he stayed, for one week.
