And then Sam caressed Dean's clavicle.
"This is wrong," said Dean.
"Then I don't want to be right," replied Sam in a husky voice.
Dean pulled away and punched Sam.
"Dude we're brothers."
It felt like his hand was broken.
"What is your head made out of stone?"
Dean walks away to get himself a drink along with an icepack for his hand.
"Dean wait?"
Dean kept walking and said, "If you touch me again I'm going to kill you."
"I so need a drink."
Dean kept walking leaving Sam behind. Once Dean had left the room Sam started laughing. Walking over to the mirror Sam said, "I guess he doesn't like you in that way eh Sammy? I can't believe he didn't know that his little brother was possessed again."
Black smoke came out of Sam's mouth and he fell to the floor. He woke up not sure where he was. Reaching for his cellphone he called Dean.
"Dude I can't believe you're calling me after what you did. You're lucky I decided to answer."
"Dean I was possessed."
Actually that made sense to Dean since it was just too weird not to mention highly disturbing to have his brother hit on him. Just another scar to add to the others that had piled up over the years.
"Wait a minute the tattoo is supposed to keep you from getting possessed."
Sam raised his shirt and looked in the mirror only the tattoo was gone.
"It seems to have disappeared."
"How in the hell did that happen?"
"I don't know the demon blood maybe."
Sam was pretty sure the tattoo was there earlier when he took a shower.
"Look could you just come back."
"Okay I'll come back but keep your distance and get a charm or something because I don't like getting hit on by my brother. Now I need a drink and some pie."
"Could you pick me up something to eat?"
"Yeah see you later."
By Barbara Desmond
