“You made love?” Sam stopped dead in his tracks and laughed dryly, “I’m sorry, I hadn’t realized we were living in a rom-com.”
“No, Sammy,” the blonde huffed as he ran a hand through his hair, “that’s not what I meant.”
“Then what did you mean, Dean?”
“That’s just… when we,” he took a huge breath and turned cautious eyes onto his brothers’ face, “when you caught us… we – we weren’t just doing it – we have a connection. I feel… connected to him. Like he sees me for me.”
The shock on Sam’s face was enough to shatter his heart, “And I don’t? Is that what you’re saying?”
“No, it’s not like that,” Dean ran a shaking hand through his hair, how the fuck am I supposed to fix this? “Of course you do.”
“Okay,” the brunette placed a hand on his hip, “what the hell is it like then, Dean?”
“I love him, okay?” And now I’m crying… Great.
“You love him? You love him?”
Shit, Dean closed his eyes and failed at calming himself, “Look, we both know that this,” he opened his eyes and took a cautious step forward, “us, being together… it’s not right.”
Sam backed away, shaking his head, “Not right for who?”
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