“Hey, Dean.” Sam walked up to him while they were at the bar for the night.

Dean was too busy talking to a really pretty girl though that he didn’t even turn his head. 

The girl was tall, not quite as tall as Dean, but just enough that they were basically the same height. Her hair was long and brown, flowing to the middle of her back and she had those pretty eyes….those green, blue, golden eyes. 

Well, this was quite a unexpected pick for Dean, she was so pretty, and for some reason, Sam thought Dean liked blonds. 

Sam left Dean alone and went back to the motel not expecting Dean to be there in the morning.

—-

Things were getting weird. Dean was constantly hooking up with girls, and not that Sam cared, but whenever he saw them, they looked the same…brown hair, insanely beautiful eyes, and tall. There was just something weird about it. And for some reason whenever Dean left the bar with the girl he always seemed to catch Sam’s eye.

This pattern continued until one night at the bar, Dean was talking to yet another brown-haired girl and someone walked up to Sam trying to make casual conversation.

“So is that like your twin sister over there talking to that guy?” The girl asked, she was lesbian and Sam and her were just sharing a couple drinks together.

Sam almost did a spit take as he shook his head violently. Twin!!! What was that about. But then it hit him, She did kinda look like him. She had his brown hair, and his height, and she had his eyes. And when she laughed, she even had his dimples….what was going on here. Sam sat at the bar trying to shake it out of his head before it hit him.

All the girls Dean had been getting with for the past few months have been looking exactly like him…what was up with that? Sam downed the last of his drink and got up, walking over to Dean and grabbing him by the wrist.

“I need to talk to you. Now.” Sam demanded as he pulled Dean out of the bar and into the nearest alleyway.

“What the fuck Sammy, what did you do that for?“ 

"I know what you’re doing Dean.” Sam whispered his voice coming out roughly. “I know why you keep taking those girls to bed.” Sam walked towards Dean until Dean’s back hit the brick wall.

“What are you….what are you talking about Sammy? You must be drunk.” Dean lied.

Dean was always such a terrible liar, he never could tell a lie when it wasn’t hunting related. 

“Liar.” Sam whispered leaning in dangerously close. “You’ve been purposely fucking girls who look exactly like me haven’t you big brother.” Sam wasn’t sure what was making talk like this but he was too drunk to care. 

“Sammy…wha-" 

"I bet the only reason you’re doing that is because you want me. You want my lips against yours…but since we’re brothers you have to live with second best. Isn’t that right Dean?” Sam was leaned all the way in and now only a hair stood between both their lips.

“Yes.” Dean was breathing heavily and it almost felt like he never even said it but Sam was sure he heard it.

And that was when the last string in Sam’s brain snapped. He closed the distance between them and kissed his brother hard. There was something about Dean’s lips that was intoxicating. Sam hungrily kissed Dean, licking into his mouth and tasting his tongue. Dean wrapped his fingers around Sam’s locks of hair and pulled kissing back with just as much eagerness.

“What. Was. That?” Sam breathed heavily when they finally pulled apart.

“No idea.” Dean laughed leaning against the wall a dazed look on his face. “But I would like to do it more often.” He laughs.