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When Sam woke, it was in a bed that wasn't his own and without his dad or brother in sight... needless to say, there was a lot of freaking out. He fumbled out of bed and went looking through the apartment he was in... only to find a dog and not much else. Nothing that would tell him where he was anyway or where Dad or Dean was, when they'd be back.

He even got desperate enough to grab the phone and try their numbers... only to find them no longer in use which was just... even weirder. Now he was even more worried.

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"What-" He turned to give Dean a look, pulling a face. Explained why he remembered waking up confused, he guessed... He shifted his weight a little bit, taking a moment to let that sink in.

"Babysitting me couldn't have been that horrible." Well, not entirely true. It could have been terrible, especially if he'd found something... private, between them now. "Dean, I can only remember flashes here and there... I remember waking up terrified. Think I remember driving around with you. Maybe it'll all come back, maybe it won't, but are you okay?"

"It wasn't all horrible. We had a good time, for the most part. Got some pictures to get developed, later." Dean didn't look up from his coffee mug while he answered. Yeah, it hadn't been all bad. Not until the end. Even the, at least Sam hadn't run screaming from him or anything. It could have been worse. Just not by much.

"You've just got that big brain of yours. Too damn smart for your own good. You figured out pretty easily why there was only one bed in the place."

"Pictures?" He gave a snort, trying to swallow back any nervousness. It wasn't like it'd take a genius to figure out something was off here. One big bed, no other bedrooms or a place for either Dean or him to crash. They were close brothers, yeah, but not quite sharing-a-bed-close. At least not then.

He shifted a little, trying to brush off that uneasy feeling. He didn't know what he was supposed to say to that. "Yeah, well... It's not like I knew then what I know now, Dean. I was a kid, so whatever I said, I was probably just freaked, man."

He hoped that was comforting enough.

"Yeah. You really liked the ghost tour and the aquarium. Didn't make it to the zoo," he mumbled, lifting his coffee for a sip. It was obvious Sam was nervous and trying to make him feel better about the situation, but Dean was too far down a miserable hole right now to let himself be comforted.

"You looked disgusted. Never saw that look on your face before. It was like trying to explain it to Dad, but worse, because I really didn't want to hurt you..." God, he needed Sam to go to work so he could fall apart properly.

"Sounds like fun, Dean..." And he wished he could remember it a little bit clearer.

"Dude, look... I'm sure it wasn't pleasant, but I'm here now." He leaned in a little, his eyes locking on Dean's face. "I wasn't disgusted the first time I kissed you, right? Or because of anything else we've done. That counts for something, right?"

He could only imagine how he acted, honestly... and God, he really didn't want to have to go into work today, not if it meant leaving Dean like this.

"Yeah, it counts, Sammy." Dean didn't know what to say. In his head, he knew what Sam was saying made sense, but he was still heartsick over the whole thing. God, he'd never felt so bad about himself before. Like some kind of sicko.

He reached for his fork and poked at breakfast. Needed to eat something before the leftover alcohol in his stomach really did make him sick.

Sam sighed and decided to just eat, let Dean have his space for now if he wanted it. He needed to eat anyway, it'd help with the hangover.

"I have to go get ready soon, I guess..."

Eventually, he did manage to find some little bit of an appetite. Didn't want Sam to think the food was bad, either. Dean looked up when Sam spoke and he nodded. "Don't want you to lose that job. I know you like it."

He scratched at the back of his neck and reached for his coffee. "Want to take the camera in and get the pictures developed?"

It was a little hard to mess up eggs and bacon thankfully. Well, hard to mess it up too bad. "It's fine, Dean... it'll be fine."

He really didn't get any complaints from his boss anyway. Aside from a couple emergencies, he was always there on time, worked hard too. He hoped he wouldn't be in danger of losing it anytime soon.

"Yeah, sure. I'll drop them off."

"Alright. I'll get them." He got up and wandered into the bedroom to dig the little disposable camera out of his jacket pocket. He flicked a glance at their bed... the bed he had scarcely been in for a few days. He simultaneously wanted to crawl in right now, and never touch it again.

He took a breath and returned to the kitchen to hand the camera over. "Thanks."

Sam took the camera, inspecting it a moment... kind of wanted to see what was on it. Maybe it'd jog a memory or something. "No problem, Dean."

He got to his feet then. He had to go get dressed now and he knew it. He decided to at least go in to press a quick kiss to Dean's cheek before he headed to the bedroom, just wanting that- reassurance that things were okay between them.

Even if they kind of weren't. Maybe it was selfish, but the thought that whatever happened might have run Dean off from this, made him see it as too fucked up to keep going... God, it'd be like a punch to the gut.

Dean didn't pull away from the kiss. He was mixed up and hurting, but he didn't want Sam to think Dean was upset with him in any way. This wasn't Sam's fault. Dean started it. Hell, he might have even started it years before he knew it was there. After what he'd seen and done the last few days, there was no telling.

While Sam was getting ready for work, Dean kept himself busy cleaning up the kitchen.

Sam hurried and got ready for work, still not really interested in going in. He didn't exactly know what was going on in Dean's head, what he wanted to do about it and he wanted to stay, talk. He figured that could happen later though...

"Dean, I'll text you when I'm about to get off, alright?" He grabbed the keys for the car and the camera to get the film developed, heading towards the door.

Dean stood in the kitchen doorway and watched Sam head for the door. It struck him, just then, that he had no idea if Sam would be 'Sam' when he came home this time. He hadn't been last time.

"Yeah, alright. Hang on a sec..." He stepped over and slipped his arms around Sam, squeezing him tightly. Needed to hang onto him for a minute.

Sam paused when he was told to, raising his eyebrows when Dean hugged him. He didn't hesitate to bring his arms around his brother though, squeezing him in return. "Hey..."

He tipped his head in, kissing the side of Dean's face lightly. "Love you, Dean."

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