
Don't Need You To Fix Me

'Sam looked at him for a minute, streetlight illuminating his face, before he was leaning in. Confused, Dean stood still, even as his little brother’s lips descended on his. It wasn’t even a real kiss, just a meeting of lips on lips. But it took Dean’s breath away for all the wrong reasons.
Pulling back, Sam smiled at him, self-derision shining outwards. “Bye Dean,” he said and turned around and walked away.'