Oh that wasn't okay! Sam made a sound and closed his eyes, not needing to watch his older brother and his...whatever the hell Eliot was making out on the bed. Dean didn't seem to mind though, growling softly into the kiss as he tangled a hand in Eliot's hair. When Eliot pulled back he was breathing quite a bit heavier and he leaned in to Eliot's ear.

"If you weren't still hurt I'd fuck the hell out of you as soon as Sammy was out the door." He smiled before pulling away to pay attention to what Sam had to say. He frowned a bit, looking confused. "So wait...you're sayin we'll be able to hear each other's thoughts? I...Thats kinda weird."

Sam shook his head, peeking at them before opening his eyes completely. "No...I mean you might not. Nothing might happen or you might both become empathic towards one another instead." Before Dean had a chance to say anything he held his hand up, continuing. "Empathic means you'd be able to tell what the other was feeling, Dean."

Dean just made a face at Sam, throwing a pillow at him. "Bitch." Sam rolled his eyes. "Jerk." He shot back.