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Sam had just walked out of the shower when he saw the date, and he hummed happily. He had forgotten it was the 1st of June today.
Dean looked up from his laptop’ screen where he was looking for some case, and frowned.
“Why’re you smilin’?” he asked.
Sam turned away from the cheap calandar that was already there when they arrived at the motel and shrugged, avoiding his brother’s eyes.
“For nothin’.”
Dean made a sceptical noise.
“C'mon. Spill. ” but Sam stayed silent. “Sammyyy, c'mooooon.”
Sam rolled his eyes, and decided to say something, just to make Dean shut up.
“It’s June.”
Dean went still for a couple seconds, looking at him like he’d just grown a second head and then said slowly :“Yeah….. it is… did you just learn the different months of the year or something?”
Sam scoffed. “Of course not, idiot!”
Dean threw his hands in the air, dramatically :“So what’s so special about June that makes you smile?!”
Sam, feeling irritated by his brother constant questioning, said without thinking : “It’s pride month, that’s why, you dumbass!” He turned away and started to search for a book in his school bag that was on his bed, determined to ignore his brother.
But then almost a whole minute passed in silence, without Dean saying anything, so Sam turned back around, facing his brother, his heartbeat starting to accelerate.
Dean was staring at him, a look of concentration on his face. His brother wasn’t stupid, he was surely starting to understand some things : Sam never went out with any girls and was never interested in them, always making disgusted noises when Dean talked about the stuff he did with them. And now he basically admitted that he was happy it was pride month. Dean was going to understand, and Sam hadn’t meant to say that, not like that not right now.
“Hey, Sam. Sammy.”
Sam took a sharp breath, realizing he was about to have a panic attack and that he needed to keep breathing and calm the fuck down. He looked back up to his brother, who was still sitting on the chair, near the window in front of his laptop.
“You… You’re one of the… I mean. You’re part of the… The pride?”
It was so unlikely Dean to stutter and hesitate when talking that it took a few second for Sam to understand what he’d asked. He was also surprised Dean hadn’t say any slurs. But Dean continued to talk before he could answer.
“I mean it’s cool. Like it’s fine. No judgment. If you are I mean. If you’re not it’s okay too.”
There was an awkward pause, and Sam was really trying not to laugh. Or cry. He wasn’t sure. He decided to say something, Dean was starting to look real uncomfortable.
“Hum. Yeah. Thanks, I guess. I… I’m not totally sure, though? I don’t really have a label right now, but I’m probably not into girls.”
His brother nodded, and so did he.
Dean cleared his throat and then said : “Well,… Don’t forget to use protection alright? No matter the gender. Hey, I can look it up for ya if you want? I can find you some videos and all….”
“Ew! Dean, no! Stop talking!”
Dean started to laugh and tapped on the keyboard of his laptop, saying the words outloud as he wrote them : “Gay….. Po…r.. n.”
“Dean! Stop!”