#AHHkskska okay here it is

[ghost-go-roasty-mctoasty]

"Alright Sam, what's wrong with you? You've been in a bitchy mood all day." Dean huffed out in frustration. He's been trying to take it easy on Sam, since he has a broken arm and all, but the kid isn't making it easy.

Sam looked up at him with those stupid puppy dog eyes. Dean wouldn't let him play innocent, so as soon as Sam opened his mouth he cut him off.

"Nope. Don't say 'what do you mean?'" Dean threw his arms around dramatically to really prove his point. "You know exactly what I mean." Dean pointed a finger at Sam.

Sam looked like he was going to say something. He puffed up his chest and his eyebrows knitted together, but then he just dropped his head and sighed.

"Fine." He said softly, then looked away from Dean mumbling something.

"What? I can't hear you Sammy." Dean said.

Sam rolled his eyes. "I said; my hair is really dirty and I can't wash it because of this stupid cast." He shook his broken arm in front of Dean.

Dean let out a laugh. His brother was in a mood because his hair was dirty? "You're such an idiot." Dean smiled.

He was gonna call him a bunch of things, like "princess", or "girl", but Sam looked so sad and Dean didn't really have the heart for it.

Dean rolled his eyes and rubbed his forehead. "I can't believe I'm gonna do this." Hu muttered under his breath.

He grabbed Sam's arm and dragged him into the bathroom. "Hey! What are you doing?" Sam complained. "I'm going to wash your hair. Now be grateful and take off your shirt." Dean answered.

Sam seemed to be too shocked to reply, so he took to just listening to his big brother and took his shirt off, stepping into the shower.

Dean didn't really know how he was going to do this, Sam just seemed so sad, and he wanted to make him feel better. The words came out of his mouth before he could think.

Sam was just awkwardly standing in the shower shirtless, waiting for Dean to do something.

Dean stepped into the shower too, standing behind Sam as he tried to come up with a way to do this without getting Sam's cast wet. It was going to be difficult.

He grabbed Sam's shoulders and spun around so that he was standing under the shower head instead of Sam.

"Ok so I'm gonna-" He started, but decided to just stop talking instead.

He took off his own shirt, Sam looked at him weirdly. "Hey," Dean said "this is my last shirt, all my other ones got blood and monster shit on them, I gotta keep this one dry."

That made Sam chuckle, which made Deans heart feel really warm. Huh. Strange.

He pulled the shower head off the wall and grabbed the hose connecting to it with his other hand, making sure it wouldn't bother Sam.

He turned on the water to a soft pressure and waited for it to warm up.

He never knew how awkward it would be to stand in a shower with your brother, both of you shirtless. They mostly just avoided eye contact as the sound of the water hitting the shower floor filled the room.

Finally after what seemed like five hours the water had warmed up. "Okay Sammy," Dean said "imma need you to bend forward a bit and put your arm behind you."

Sam nodded and did just as he was told. His hair fell down and covered his face like a curtain. Dean brought the shower head up and started to wet Sam's hair.

"You were right Sammy, your hair is really dirty." Dean snickered as his baby brother told him to shut up, but he could hear the smile in Sam's voice.

Dean grabbed the shampoo bottle and poured some of the liquid into his hands, rubbing it around a bit first.

He started to apply it to Sam's hair, really making sure that he was getting every inch of Sam's head, so he wouldn't complain later.

After scrubbing the shampoo in for about six minutes he rinsed it out.

"Want conditioner too?" Dean asked. Sam nodded, his wet hair flicking droplets of water everywhere.

Dean picked up the conditioner bottle and did the same thing, rubbing it around in Sam's hair, but this time a bit more softly.

He massaged Sam's head with his fingers, rubbing circles with his thumbs, scratching his head with his nails.

Sam seemed to really love it, because he was basically purring, swaying a bit with Deans movements.

Sam lifted his head and smiled at his big brother. It kind of looked like he was drunk. He had a stupid grin on his face and dark circles under his eyes which reminded Dean that the poor kid hadn't slept for two days straight.

Nightmares were invading his head and he was too scared to go to sleep, worried that he was going to see someone die, so what Dean was doing was probably lulling him to sleep. And hey, that's great, Dean is helping Sam, which is all he's ever wanted really.

Sam started to sway a bit too much for Deans liking, and he was losing his footing on the wet floor. Dean sat him down on the shower floor so he wouldn't slip and hurt himself.

He then joined him down there, both of their pants getting wet.

"Come on you big baby." He pulled Sam slightly into his lap so he could reach his hair. Sam muttered something but Dean couldn't make out what he was saying.

Sam's back was resting against Deans chest as he continued to massage Sam's head. The close contact was making Deans stomach jump around, but he just ignored it since Sammy didn't seem to care at all.

Dean found his hands trailing down. Rubbing at Sam's neck, massaging his shoulders, and before he knew it he was giving his baby brother a whole back massage on the shower floor, wet and shirtless.

But neither of them seemed to really care. Dean was busy massaging the knots out of Sam's back, and Sam was trying to stay awake, murmuring his thanks, saying that Dean didn't have to do this, or just moaning slightly when Dean massage a particularly painful spot on his back.

After a while Dean was really just trailing his hands over Sam's skin, taking it all in. The bruises, the scars, the few patches of healthy, clean skin.

Sam was half awake, not really paying attention to what Dean was doing anymore.

Dean rinsed the conditioner off Sam's hair and body and then got him to stand up, holding onto his waist so he wouldn't fall.

He managed to get Sam dried off and dressed and then led him over to his bed, tucking him in.

He placed a kiss on top of Sam's head. "You smell much better now." Dean joked. Sam's eyes were closed but he smiled up at his brother.

"Goodnight Dean." He said.

Dean walked over to his own bed and turned off the lights.

"Goodnight Sammy." He said softly, but his baby brother was already snoring.