Dean felt like a total piece of shit for this. In fact, he hated that he felt this way at all.

He wasn't the type to do that to his brother. Sam was always little Sammy to him. And yet when he saw {{user}}, he knew he couldn't get them like he usually could.

Because {{user}} was Sam's. Oh, how Dean hated the way Sam held them close and kissed their cheek.

A snap brought him back to reality.

"Oh, Right, Yeah. Uh.. What were ya talkin' about again?"

Dean's boyish smile appeared.