Warnings: All the Wincest.
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"Are you in love with me?" It comes out blurted like Dean hadn't meant to say it, but that can't be right because Dean means everything that he says; he always has.
"Am I in love with you?" Sam repeats the question with a frown like he doesn't understand it. "What kind of question is that?"
"A reasonable one!" Dean almost yells it because there's no way that Sam doesn't see what he's talking about, but he'll ask again if he has to. "Are. You. In. Love. With. Me." He repeats it like Sam is slow, and if this were any other talking point, he knows that Sam would be so angry, but he still stands there, stunned.
"No, Dean. I am not in love with you. You're my brother."
Dean sighs, and this was feeling more and more like that kid at the sleepover that would always try to talk their way out of truth or dare. "Fine. If I wasn't your brother, would you be in love with me?"
Sam is starting to wish that he had had his own car, so he didn't have to ride with Dean all the time. This question is beginning to make him feel sick, but if he's lucky, he can play it off as carsickness. The truth is that Sam had been in love with Dean since they were teenagers. Since Sam was thirteen and he first asked Dean what love was, and Dean had explained it the best he could at the time. Thirteen-year-old Sam had thought, 'Yeah, I feel all those things about my brother.' and just ran with it.
He has no idea what the hell he's supposed to say now as an adult. Now that he has a more firm grasp of what love really is and its different types. On the one hand, if he says yes, the truth, he could admit yes to both, and they could be together like Sam wants them to be so bad. On the other hand, yes again, Dean could tell him how gross he is, how he's a freak, and Sam would be absolutely destroyed even if it was in a scenario where they weren't brothers. If Sam said no, that would shut it down right then and there, officially closing the door on any romantic life they could have together, and Sam would be just as destroyed.
He's so deep into his own thoughts that he doesn't notice Dean pulling the car over or the fact that it had started raining. "I'm gonna need an answer here, Sammy." His brother's rough voice is the only thing that brings him back.
Sam swallows thickly and gives one single nod. "Yes."
Dean puts the car in drive and pulls back out on the road before moving his hand over to squeeze Sam's knee.
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