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Dean's eyes scanned the page absently as he read over the details of a hunt a few weeks back; he had to admit, Chuck was on the ball. Everything he wrote was perfect, down to the last drop of blood, and he must have been churning out the writing quickly to be this close behind them.

Sam sighed quietly, "Dean, we've had this conversation before, I don't care how much you try and argue about it, I'm not letting you go on a salt and burn alone when I could just as easily come with you."

Dean groaned, "Come on Sammy! I'm a big boy, I don't need you coming along every time, and I'd like to do my own thing once in a while. Quit cramping my style."

Sam rolled his eyes, "Come off it Dean, all you want to do is go out on some adrenaline rush without me there to make it all clinical for you; I'm not going to enable your violence addiction."

Dean frowned, "Now who's the one who needs to come off it? What kind of sick freak do you think I am?"

Dean paused for a second before mumbling, "Don't answer that."

Dean rolled his eyes; why did Sam always have to be such a prissy-boy about everything? A comment caught his eyes, and he read it slowly, his smile stiffening as he did.

"Poor Sam, all he's trying to do is look out for Dean, why can't his brother see that?"

Dean growled; he most certainly did not need looking after! But the thought of Sam worrying about him was slightly...appealing? He shook his head; no, that couldn't be right.

Sam handed Dean some more shells, "this is the last of them Dean, we've got to wrap this up."

Dean nodded, blood trickling down his neck from where he'd been slammed against the wall, "Don't worry, I got this."

Standing with their shoulders together, the two brothers gazed about them calmly, shotguns at the ready. Suddenly a spirit was before them, shrieking as it lunged at Sam, the ghostly woman clawed at his chest as she threw him back, sending him crashing through the thin wall behind him.

Dean growled, shooting the spirit it burst apart, before disappearing. Clambering through the break in the wall after his brother, he was met with the putrid stench of decay that he knew so well.

Sam pulled himself from a pile of dried limbs and groaned, "I think we've found the mutilated and dried corpses..."

Dean grimaced, "alright then, let's get these babies burnt."

The brothers drenched the dried meat with kerosene, before sprinkling salt over the remains. Just as Dean was about to set the piles alight, the spirit returned, throwing them both against the floor so that their backs met the concrete painfully. She shrieked and clawed at them, before Dean managed to pull the gun to him, and release the last shell straight into her face.

She shrieked and disappeared, and Sam lunged for the lighter, flicking it into the piles of human remains and watching as the flames burnt hungrily.

Dean gasped and fell back, a relieved sigh falling from his lips, "well thank god that's over."

Sam laughed and fell back with him, a deep sigh ripping from his lungs as he bathed in the afterglow of a job well done.

They led in companionable silence, until Sam sighed and said, "why do the female spirits always have the need to rip my chest to shreds?"

Dean snickered, before out and out laughing, curling onto his side so that he could gasp out his answer between chuckles, "you're just too pretty, I bet they can't stand it!"

Sam hissed, "Jerk."

"Bitch"

Dean grinned and stood slowly, the hot fire at his back warming him, along with the alarmingly acrid smell of burning flesh. Holding out his hand he pulled Sam to his feet before surveying the damage, "you don't look too bad there Sammy, we'll get you back to the car and fix those cuts up in no time."

Dean smiled; that had been a good hunt. His eyes trailed down the page further, taking in the comments written at the bottom with almost fear.

"I think the brothers are really good at having those tender bonding moments... moments when they find comfort with each other." - Jacob Jackson

Dean sputtered, say what?

He felt an odd stirring in his gut and growled; that was just plain stupid. Sam and he never bonded, and Dean was most certainly not tender. Although come to think of it, Sam was always quite tender, and the two did seem to get along well, most especially when they were recovering; a time that Dean realised was spent caring for each other.

He scrunched up his nose; that was just too much to think about.

He was startled from his contemplation as Sam opened the motel door, sliding in quietly and huffily sitting down on his bed; the farthest from the door.

Dean tracked his brother with his eyes, and was met with a huffy, "what?" for his trouble. Shrugging, he turned back to the computer.

"Oh my god! Dean called Sam pretty! I knew it! I knew it all along that he liked him! Sam is too pretty for Dean not be in love with!"

Dean jumped back from the computer, a stricken look on his face as he gasped like a fish. Okay, that was just plain wrong!

His gaze slid slowly over to Sam, who was led on his bed glowering at the ceiling, and his eyes idly took in the long curves of his body; the way his legs seemed to go on forever, and his chest swelled invitingly with each indrawn breath.

Startling violently Dean cast his gaze back to the computer, hurriedly telling himself that he most certainly did not agree with the anonymous reviewer on whether or not Sam was 'pretty.'

The idea that he could be in love with his own brother was just plain ludicrous, and he scowled openly at the comment that seemed to call him a liar.

"Dean, what are you looking at?"

Dean jumped slightly, before looking over to Sam, "huh? Oh, nothing, just some of the comments written about us."

Sam's eyes seemed to grow more angry, "yeah, like what?"

Dean laughed before looking back at a previous comment, "get this, this person says 'I think the brothers are really good at having those tender bonding moments... moments when they find comfort with each other.' Can you believe that?"

Sam's face darkened noticeably, as well as turning a slight shade of pink that had Dean's eyebrow rising in suspicion, "people are crazy Dean, they'll think whatever the hell they want to."

Dean nodded, before turning back to the screen, "yeah, you've got that right! Can you believe practically every person on this site thinks we're in love with each other? How blind can you get?"

Sam choked on a mouthful of water he was trying to drink as Dean's words reached him, and coughed and sputtered as he tried to ease himself out of it, "yeah I know...it's totally crazy."

Sam rubbed at the back of his neck as he tried to stop the flush from creeping up his cheeks, "everyone seems to think everything we say to each other has some kind of hidden meaning. To them, practically everything we say is flirting."

Now it was Dean's turn to cough on water as he grimaced and nodded, "yeah, you could say that."

Sam chuckled, "their favourite is when we call each other names. For some reason, they love the whole Bitch and Jerk thing."

Dean's eyes blew wide, his head suddenly filling with all of the comments he could practically see about the hidden meaning that could or could not be behind those words. "Ahh, yeah..."

Sam eyed his brother, "are you okay Dean? You're looking a little red?"

Dean shook his head, "nah I'm fine, perfectly fine!" he put down his glass before closing the computer, "I think I'll go have a shower before bed."

Sam nodded as his brother left the room, before looking back to the computer; it couldn't hurt to have one more look...

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