[Comprehensive British and American] Fulian Hotel

Outside the bar, two figures crossed the road in the night and opened the car door.

"Stop talking to them again?" Sam asked.

"Everything that needs to be said in hell has been said, and they know it. Besides, you know I always hate things like saying goodbye formally." Dean shrugged, tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, and spoke a few seconds later. Said, "Then, there are no more demons, now."

"Hmm." Sam opened a car magazine and flipped through it, and responded casually.

"..." Dean licked his lips, as if he felt that the next words were a bit difficult, but he finally said, "What do you want to do next? I can send you to any state you want to stay, You can start the life you’ve always wanted there, have a good job, have a beautiful girlfriend, have a dog, whatever.”

Sam gave him a surprised look: "What are you talking about?"

"...talking about a dream you've been chasing for 30 years, man, and now you can finally make it happen."

"My dream is to make you trust me again and be with you again. I thought I made it clear in hell?" Sam frowned and closed the magazine.

Dean blinked: "You didn't seem to have a clear mind at that time. I don't think you know what you're talking about at all."

"I know, God, I remember every word." Sam shrugged, "I will not leave you, Dean, saving people, hunting things, family business. I dare not forget this family responsibility."

"Oh." Dean seemed to be relaxed, and the look in his green eyes became brisk and flying, just because his brother didn't leave, "So, that...well, it sounds good."

Sam looked at his brother who was about to hum briskly, feeling something softly filled his heart, he tentatively mentioned: "Dean...maybe, we should talk about that kiss."

"Oh no, don't!" Dean slammed his head against the glass in panic for a moment, and he gave him a hard look, "Jesus, the Holy Mother of God, absolutely not."

"Come on, Dean." Sam laughed as he watched his brother nearly slam his head against the car door. "You know we have to talk."

"No, no, at least not now, it will be a long time..." Dean muttered, then raised his eyes cautiously to Sam, as if seeking some kind of affirmation, "We will still be together on our black beauty stay for a long time, right?"

"Of course." Sam smiled and looked at the passing scenery outside the car window, as if making an oath lightly, "There are so many monsters in the world... We may have to drive until the day when our faces are wrinkled."

Sam looked at his elder brother and his possible future lover: "...but before doing these things, give your dear Impala some fuel, the gas tank is bottomed out."

Dean's expression also became more relaxed. Maybe he shouldn't be so relaxed. His brother's feelings for him are a shocking and extremely serious problem in the eyes of many people, but he has no real feeling. He is immersed in In the joy of the fact that they would stay together until death did them part, he couldn't think of anything else to worry about and fear about these little things.

He loves his brother, maybe not with the same feelings as his brother, but that doesn't make Sam the most important person in his life, the only person he wants to be with - and the answer to what kind of love that is , he still has a lifetime to think.

The future is still very long. At this moment, Dean just bent his lips and pressed the switch of the car audio: "No problem."

The pure black Chevrolet sailed into the distance in the night, and a whitish glow loomed on the horizon.

It's dawn.

Before dawn after dawn, they were always together.

***

Tony in the bar is still struggling with the wine glass. Sadly, Iron Man without his armor doesn't have four times the strength of Captain America. No matter what he does to the damn wine glass in his hand, he can only "almost" crush it state.

Tony pursed his lips and slammed the wine glass on the bar counter, tapping the table with his fingertips irregularly, creating a chaotic rhythm.

"Why don't you just go up and stop them?" Max raised his eyebrows. "This is not your style, Mr. Control Freak. In the past, you would have had a thousand ways to prevent women from confessing to Captain America."

"You don't understand at all." Tony glared at her, tapped his fingertips more frequently, then muttered a series of words that Max didn't understand at all, and finally drooped his shoulders, Max You can almost see Iron Man's drooping ears, like an abandoned dog, "...cap is mad at me, I can't make him mad anymore."

"Oh." Max's eyes widened, "So you haven't reconciled yet? I thought you always fought under the bed and then made up in bed."

"I just haven't figured out how to reconcile with him yet!" Tony seemed to have been stepped on by the tail, but quickly slumped down again, "... Well, I don't think he will forgive me."

Tony Stark has always been willful and unruly, arrogant like a little peacock spreading its tail everywhere, Max has never seen such a pitiful look on him, it made her feel soft all of a sudden, and temporarily stopped teasing him Thoughts: "Cap is never really angry with you, we can all see that he is very indulgent to those who really care, especially you."

"But this time it's different. He doesn't talk to me at all." Tony looked at Emilia, who has a slim figure and a pretty face. Who wouldn't like such a woman? Look, even Captain America agreed to accompany her. She has a drink.

"Won't you take the initiative to talk to him?"

"I said it!" Tony huddled in his chair, and told Max about the quarrel between the two in hell, his tone was uncontrollably tinged with grievance, "I asked him if he was going to give up on me, He didn't deny it, and he accused it of my fault!"

"That's your fault!"

"And he threw me on the floor! Damn I was stripped! He threw me out of bed without blinking! Not even a sheet! What else could I do?"

"Don't you know there is another normal way of communication called an apology?!"

"That's definitely useless! He's not an ordinary person, he's Captain America! He says what he says! He says what he says! Every word is like a postmark of 'I will keep my promise'!" Tony was self-willed and confident, And as if he was so wronged that he couldn't help himself, "Eon, cap just doesn't like me anymore, I was dumped, he's going to like other Emilia, Namilia."

"Everyone turns into a goddamn normal person when it comes to love! - God, I don't think you bunch of high-intelligence lunatics know what 'normal' is...but that's the way it is, including the captain, who I admit is a The moral model is a superman, and his spiritual realm has left the American people eight blocks away, but he will also be angry and disturbed..." Max looked helplessly at Tony who was huddled in a chair, "Because our pure and hot America Sweetheart is damn, really in love with you! He's got mood swings and jitters because of you, so all you need is a chance, maybe sometime tonight, to say you love him! Put him at ease! Just Enough! He will forgive you."

Tony blinked his eyes, as if he didn't react, he paused for a while and said slowly: "Oh... so the cap loves me so much, I said that Tony Stark's charm is 120 points, even if he is thrown out of bed Same."

Max looked at the sky and raised his forehead: "... Please give me back the sympathy I had just now."

***

Steve unconsciously looked in Tony's direction. Tony seemed to have had some disputes with Max, and he was a little worried. Although they usually get along well, Tony seems to be born to be good at making people unhappy, and his ridicule skills are full marks. It's not surprising that people are arguing—Steve can't help sighing, he's always worrying about Tony, it seems to have become a habit.

"Mr. Rogers?" Emilia shouted a few times, drawing his attention back.

"Oh, sorry, what did you just say?" Steve smiled at her a little embarrassedly.

"...It's nothing, it's just an unimportant topic." Emilia thought a little sadly. She tried her best to put on makeup, but the other party didn't seem to notice at all, and she was distracted all night. Amy Liya took a sip of her wine, but she still had a chance. When the other party looked into her brown eyes, his expression was always very gentle, "What are you thinking?"

"Oh, nothing." Steve scratched his blond hair involuntarily, an instinctive reaction he was trying to hide when he did.

Emilia didn't ask too much, and that's not what she cared about. She cheered herself up quietly in her heart: "Cap, do you have a girlfriend?"

Steve didn't seem to understand why the topic jumped in this direction, but he shook his head honestly: "No."

"Why? You should be the popular type."

"Maybe it's because...too busy?" Steve shrugged, just a Tony Stark can take all his thoughts.

"Then." Emilia clenched her lips and took a deep breath, "Do you think... I have this chance?"

"What?" Steve looked at her in surprise, and then realized that the other party was not joking, his expression became a little apologetic, "Oh, hold...Tony?"

Out of the corner of his eye, Steve saw Tony in the distance who didn't know what to say to Max, and suddenly strode towards him, which attracted his full attention.

Tony stood in front of him silently, with his thumb casually stuck in the pocket of his jeans. The jeans hung loosely around his waist and crotch, as if he could pull them off with just a little force with his fingertips.

In the next second, his arm crossed Captain America's side, and he picked up a bottle of whiskey on the bar. His brown eyes stared at Steve, and he poured most of the whiskey into it while tilting his head up. A little liquid flowed from his lips. Spilled, slid over the trembling Adam's apple and collarbone, and disappeared into the neckline of the low-necked T-shirt.

Tony bent his lips, and his eyes never left Steve from the beginning to the end. He raised his hand and poured the remaining half of the wine from his head, and the pure whiskey flowed down his brown hair. His white T-shirt was soaked, and the wet T-shirt outlined the shape of his thin muscles.

Tony shook his *brown curly hair, and threw the bottle in an unknown direction. With a "bang", glass shards scattered all over the floor, which caused a small group of people in the bar to look sideways, but Tony was unmoved. It seems that Captain America is the only one in his eyes: "Cap, do I look hot?"

Steve looked like he was choking for a second, but replied, "...yes."

"So, do I look drunk enough?" Tony asked again, tilting his head.

Steve blinked at the unnatural blush on Tony's face: "...yes."

"Great, because I'm going to have to get drunk enough to continue what I'm going to say, and being hot increases my chances of success," Tony muttered.

"What?" Steve was a little confused.

Tony picked up the glass of wine that Emilia poured for Captain America just now, drank it provocatively in front of her, then turned around and hugged Captain America's neck and gave him an extremely hot French kiss .

Screams and whistles erupted instantly.

Tony couldn't hear anything, he found that he really missed the hug of this man, the breath of Captain America surrounded him, it made him feel warm and safe, there is no better position in the world than this , that was his, and he would never let anyone take this away.

"...God, I think I'll probably regret saying such an embarrassing thing later...but cap, steve, I love you, I've loved you since I was fucking ten years old, more than all of them , Their love is only as small as a screw, and my love is as much as a hundred Stark Towers." Tony was so satisfied that he almost wanted to cry, he buried his head in Captain America's arms, feeling each other With a heartbeat in sync with his own, he couldn't help tightening his hands on the other's back, and whispered like he was wronged: "...really, cap, I was wrong, forgive me...don't love others, just love me Is it okay to be alone?"