"I'm not gonna let that happen," Sam said sharply, "you're not coming between me and Dean. Dean isn't coming between me and you. It'll be hard to avoid either situation, but he's my family and you..." No labels. Sam shrugged, leaning against the railing. "You're you." His grip tightened against the bar he was holding onto, hands practically frozen against the cold steel. He regretted neglecting to wear gloves. "You two might have problems with each other, but you're each important pieces of my life. People I need. I know you're able to respect that. Eventually, Dean'll have to learn how to do the same thing."
Sam pushed a hand through his hair. "Sometimes. Not 'cause I think we should be like them, but because I believe we deserve to be just as open about ourselves as they are and...maybe I'm jealous." Sam knew that he was. It was hardly news.
"Let's go around one more time," Sam suggested, offering her his hand, "screw this conversation, let's make this last one a worry free skate, all right?" They'd be parting ways soon. He needed this.