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Warning: Slash, incest
Sam and Dean sat across from each other in yet another in a long line of greasy spoons they'd grown accustomed to over their years of hunting with their father. Sam was pensive. Since his conversation with Dean about dating, he couldn't get the notion out of his mind that Dean might actually be keen to the idea of starting something with him. Dean wasn't talking much, just watching his brother which made Sam all the more self-conscious. Dean loved that he could set his baby brother on edge with just a look.
"So," Dean finally spoke up. "If this was a date."
"You wouldn't get to first base," Sam finished.
Dean sat back against the torn pleather seat. "Why," he said miffed.
"Look around," Sam indicated by doing exactly that. "Is this where you'd take somebody you want to impress."
"What's wrong with this place," Dean said looking around.
Sam leaned forward, "It's a dive Dean. You know nothing about wooing the fairer sex."
Dean smirked and was about to answer but Sam cut him off.
"That's not what I meant. It's just...this place is so....unromantic."
"So you'd like romance?"
Sam hesitated. He certainly didn't want to encourgage Dean. "Um yeah."
"Unh hun...flowers, candy, fancy resturant, that sort of thing," Dean replied.
Sam looked down at his plate of half eaten hamburger and soggy fries.
"Yeah...well maybe...I mean yeah."
"What sort of places did you and Jes...I'm sorry Sammy...I didn't"
"It's okay."
Sam looked up to find Dean staring back at him with that look. The one that tries to hide concern.
"We like Italian food," Sam smiled, fondly remembering the cramped little resturant he and Jessica used to frequent. "When I think about it, it wasn't that much differnet from this place."
Sam looked around lost in thought.
"I'll be right back. I gotta see a man...," Dean spoke softly.
"About a horse...I know...nice...thanks for sharing."
Sam stared out the dingy window of their booth thinking of romantic walks and Jessica. He didn't notice when Dean returned and had a brief conversation with a nondescript slightly plump woman dressed in what amounted to be a nurses uniform with an apron tied around it came over. She scribbled something down on her order pad and handed it off to Dean before writing up the check.
"Let's go Sammy," Dean called from the cash register.
Sam slid out the booth shaking his head. As they got to the car Dean hurried ahead and opened the passenger side door for his brother. Sam looked around to make sure he wasn't being subjected to further embarrassment before walking briskly to the car and getting in as quickly as his tall frame would allow him to.
Dean secured the door and jogged around the front of the car to the drivers side.
"You up for some dessert," Dean asked casually.
Sam wanted nothing more than to go back to the motel and get some sleep but Dean's enthusiasm was intoxicating and he was a bit hungry still.
Sam nodded and Dean revved up the engine. Sam watched in fascination as Dean study the piece of paper the pudgy woman had handed him. He spared a glance over at Sam and flashed him an impetuous grin before peeling out of the parking space.
"So where are we going? We could have had desert back there."
"I know of a nice little spot where we can get canolis and coffee," Dean winked.
"Dean?"
"Yeah Sammy?"
"You might not get to first base but you're definitely up at bat."