At first, it was just a mild suspicion. They hit a new town; worked on a new case. All the same, routine stuff. But after their meeting with this smoking hot psychiatrist, Dr. Johnson, things seemed to be a little different.
Sam would not stop talking about her. Dean knew she might be Sam’s type, and this was not the first time Sam hit on some girl, since they both did in the past. Those were always flings and nothing serious. However, this time it seemed to be unlike the usual.
When Sam sneaked out the first night, Dean did not think much about it. He thought to himself maybe Sam wanted some fresh air, some alone time, whatever. The second night came and Dean knew Sam tried to make sure he was asleep before sneaking out. Except he was not asleep. He could not, not when so much suspicion was floating in his mind.
Dean followed Sam back to the clinic where they first met with the psychiatrist. Then he saw it, from the window, Sam making out with her, and eventually, having sex in her office.
His initial reaction was this burning urge to storm into the place, yell at Sam and hit him in the face. Because how could he do this? After everything? But no, no, instead Dean just sat there, staring from the driver’s seat of the Impala, letting the piercing pain engulf him. He tried calling Sam, like a jealous wife. All he got was voicemail over and over again.
Eventually he gave up. He drove away to this bar and asked for glass after glass of whiskey. The whiskey did not stop the pain in his chest though. It only made it worse, but that was the only thing he could do.
The next morning, Dean was back to the motel room, facing Sam’s questions of “Where have you been?” And Dean almost laughed, while stumbling onto the nearest chair. “Where have I been? Why don’t you ask yourself?” He was so close to tears, yet he tried to keep them in check, “What did you see in that woman? What did she give you that I didn’t?!” Sam was more than taken back. He didn’t realize Dean found out. “De- I– no, listen to me-”
“Don’t tell me what to do!” Dean stood up angrily, flipping the chair over in the process.
“You’re a liar, Sam. If you don’t want me anymore, just tell me. You don’t have to make me go through all that.” The next thing he knew he was packing his bag. “Screw you and this case. I’m out of here.”
“Wait-Dean no!” Sam hugged Dean from behind at once, tightening his arms so Dean could not get away. “Please.. I know, I know I screwed up. I don’t know what got into me but please, don’t leave.. please..”
Sam’s pleading voice made Dean soften. He looked down and sniffed, “How do you expect me to trust you, Sam? You-You slept with her.”
“I–” Sam did not have a proper explanation because he did sleep with her. But he loved Dean. He still did. He really did not know what got into him. But he would choose Dean over anyone. “Stay, Dean. I will prove to you that you’re the only one I want.”
Dean stayed, of course, because since when could he resist a request from Sam? But he was not sure if they could go back to where they were. Things were not going to be the same anymore. ••••••••••••• Haven’t posted on here in a while so I’ve accumulated quite some ficlets :3 here’s some angst folks