Dean's eyes were as wide as Sam's and he wasn't sure what the Hell they were doing anymore. This wasn't where this was meant to go. He hadn't wanted Sam back to go and fuck up his little brother more than he ever had before. This wasn't ever in any plans.
One of his arms was pinned above his head, and Dean took the keys off his chest, gaze dropping away from Sam's as he slid the keys back into his pocket. Swallowing a lump in his throat, he kept his eyes fixed across the room.
"What the Hell are we doing?" He knew they were both twisted, but this twisted? And Sam hadn't even finished things with Amelia more than a day ago. Sam needed time, and this was too fast-- it was weird and wrong, but he couldn't stop his free hand resting on Sam's shoulder, green eyes lifting to find hazel.