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They were in their room, they had already taken a shower and put on their pajamas, Sam was already lying down with his laptop on his lap, and Dean was sitting on a random chair in their room drinking and chit-chatting with Sam.
"And that one girl, huh, Sammy? I didn't know you liked girls with speech delays, do you think this is sexy or something?" Dean said feeling free enough to talk shit after drinking for one hour.
"Dean!" Sam warned as he rolled his eyes. Sam had already noticed that Dean was almost freaking out with jealousy since he had spoken to Eileen by face call, and Sam noticed Dean staring at him like a damn predator when Eileen hugged him so affectionately when she needed support. "Don't talk about her like that, she's our friend and she's helping us a lot."
"Damn Sammy, she was staring at you like a piece of meat almost the entire time and jumped into your arms the first chance she got like you were her big boyfriend." Dean didn't take a long time to answer everything that was bothering him.
"You're being ridiculous Dean. Besides knowing that I only see her as a hunter friend, you know very well that I don't swing that way" Sam took the laptop off his lap to get out of bed and go towards Dean, standing in front of him.
Dean put down the glass of alcohol and grabbed Sam's waist.
"Nobody knows when you decide to change things, Sammy."
Sam had a flash of coming out to Dean almost a year after Jess's death, how confused Dean was, because as far as he knew, Sam loved the girl with his soul, Sam who had been having continual nightmares about her death for months where he would wake up in a cold sweat. Only to be left in shock after Sam explained that despite loving Jess, he was attracted to men, and that he forced himself to be attracted to women for a long time, and that despite feeling guilty admitting it to himself, the love he felt for Jess was more like a friend than a lover.
"Stop being so jealous, jerk, you know I'm only yours" Sam gave Dean a small kiss on the lips "Come on, let's go to bed, we have to keep working tomorrow." Sam pulled Dean by the arms to throw him onto the bed and climb on top of him.
Dean, smiling, grabbed Sam's shoulder blades.
"Bitch."