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When Dean stops to think about it, none of this is okay. There's a very distinguishable line that is formed at a certain age milestone. It's the line that inevitably separates girls and boys in grade school and sprinkles a handful of cooties on both of them. It's the line that separates a toddler's overalls from big boy pants. It's the line that keeps a mother from getting in the same bathtub as her child. It's the line that prevents big brothers from cuddling with their little siblings. Dean knows that him and Sam have already crossed this line, years ago, in fact, but for some reason, neither of them verbally acknowledge it. Sam is a brig

Summary: Just a short drabble about how Sam witnessed the build-up and creation of Dean & Castiel, and a little something he never thought he'd actually ever see. His brother. Slow dancing. Warnings: Fluff-attack Pairings: Dean/Castiel Word count: 2,138 ** ** Pretty much every rock and metal band in the history of ever had at least one song on at least one album which was a slow ode to love lost, or love found... Just love in general. Sam knew they were Dean's guilty pleasure; he listened to them when he thought Sam was out of the house. Sam thought he'd stumbled upon one of those moments where he catches Dean singing along and mocks him