Set early season 7.

Dean just wants to help with the hallucinations.

Dean is watching, and Sam is tossing and turning.

It has been the same for the past week. Dean walks over to Sam, pushes sweaty bangs off a damp forehead, and then moves his hand down to a heaving chest. He flexes his hand across Sam's heart, and Sam seems to sense it every time he pulled deep into his memories. Dean never knows how far Sam is gone, so he does this first, and Sam eases.

And then Dean will move back to the chair and the pattern would start again.

No matter how many time Dean refuses to sleep at night-because Sam is the worst then-Bobby still hovers, getting minimal sleep himself. The next day they are edgy and downright pissy, but a slap of a cold beer in the hand, or a whack of the shoulder is enough for apologies for the elder Winchester and Bobby Singer. If Sam is conscious, he is so bleary eyed that he does not see, nor does he pick up on the tension.

Dean doesn't know how many times he has both cursed Castiel and prayed to him, begging him to at least fix Sam. But the angel does not appear, and each day Dean's resentment towards him grows. If Sam wasn't so broken, he would tell Dean to forgive, because Castiel was family. In any case, Dean would say no, because what Castiel did was unforgiveable. There would never be anything in his eyes that Castiel could do, that would make Dean ever forget this.

Dean was flipping through his brother's laptop, one eye on the page and one eye on Sam, who was curled under blankets and staring blankly at the television.

"Dude, do you even know what's on?" Dean finally broke the silence, and Sam flinched as he turned an expression so weary on Dean, that it made Dean himself feel exhausted.

"Something about the internet-if you're asking about the television." Sam said drily, and then turned away. Dean's fists clenched against the mouse at what Sam hadn't said-that he was currently reliving something that had happened in the Cage, or his mind was portraying a hallucination of something else entirely. Dean scrubbed a hand over his face, leaving his chin in his palm as he looked back to the computer as if it would hold all the answers he had been seeking and not receiving.

And stopped.

Somehow, through his search, he had found Sam's old Myspace. He moved the cursor to the quizzes, and smiled a big smile as he clicked the link and opened it. He read through the responses, cringing at some and sighing and shaking his head at others. There must have been a stop in Sam's hallucinations, he broke Dean's concentration.

"You okay there?" he rasped out, and Dean's eyes slid back over to his in concern at the hoarse tone. It was as if Sam had been screaming-and, if Dean was honest, he probably had been.

"Yeah Sammy. Are you?" he asked quietly. Sam shrugged, unable to meet his brother's eyes. At least he had stopped lying about how he was-he'd had no choice when one night Sam was too trapped in a nightmare, or a hallucination that Dean had thrown him into the shower to snap Sam out of it.

"I'm the same." Sam finally responded. Dean frowned and stood up, disappearing into the kitchen. He knew Sam wouldn't be able to handle heavy foods, but he made him up a cheese sandwich and filled a glass with water. Putting it on a tray, he walked back in and placed it on the table before Sam.

"Eat," He ordered gently, and Sam sighed and reached for the water first. Dean went back to the computer and got to work, still keeping one eye on Sam and one eye on his task.

1. Last person you argued with?

Real argument? Castiel. Little snap of one? Bobby.

2. What was one of your stuffed animal's names as a kid?

I...I lost the one my mother gave me in the fire, and never got another. But I remember Sam's. It was this little bear. I swear he even took it to college with him... Believe it or not, it was named 'Bear.'

3. Favourite day of the week?

My response used to be...any day I could kill supernatural sons of bitches. But now? It's any day that Sam gets a break.

4. Did you take Piano lessons?

Hahaha this is such a Sammy question. I know he took a couple in school.

I tried the saxophone once in high school and uh...let's just say a kid pissed me off and I was never allowed in the room with instruments after that.

5. Date someone older or younger then you?

In this life, it's never about the age. But if I had a choice...hmm.. someone younger.

6. Do you know all the words to the Canadian national anthem?

The fuck kinda question is that? Do I look like I would? Seriously, the fuck Myspace?

7. Do you prefer blondes or brunettes?

Brunettes, definitely. And I would say blondes for Sammy.

But I'm thinking my next girl can be a redhead. You too, Sammy.

8. Best job you ever had?

The one I'm still doing and will be until I die. Being an awesome big brother.

And saving people's lives. There's only one better feeling.

9. Perfect time to go to bed?

When there is peace. So lately, never.

10. Ever been in a car accident?

Yep.

11. Closer to mum or dad...or neither?

Get fucked.

12. What age is this exciting life over for you?

I once said to someone I was close to that I would see them on the other side. They said...make it later than sooner. But I have always believed that it'sgoing to be sooner than later.

13. Do you have an article of clothing you have had since you were in high school?

I did. It's stored somewhere safe now. But it would be my dad's leather jacket.

14. Were you ever in a school talent show?

Alright ... once... in second grade. I sung. Sammy, shut up.

15. Have you ever written in a library book?

Sam's gonna go anal at me... but yes. Sorry, Sammy.

16. Have you watched sex and the city?

Yes. Oh wait, the show? Then also...fine, if we're being honest, yes. Don't, Sammy.

17. What was your first job?

Being a brother.

18. What was your first car?

My baby, the Impala.

19. When did you go to your first funeral?

Apparently I went to my mum's funeral. That's the only official funeral I've been too-and I've been to too many god damn unofficial ones.

20. How old were you when you first moved away from your hometown?

Almost five.

21. When you snuck out of your house for the first time, who was it with?

The first time I snuck out on my own almost got Sammy killed.

But his is a better story-we snuck out together on his sixteenth. I got him royally trashed. And even though it ended with Sam puking all over himself, and me, it was still one of the best nights I've had. Kid hasn't changed with his liquor- still can't hold it. Definitely didn't get it from me.

22. Who was your first Best Friend and are you still friends with them?

Sam, and yes.

23. Where did you live the first time you moved out of your parent's house?

Never had a home after I was five.

24. Who is the first person you call when you have a bad day?

Well usually he's with me. It would be Sam. Or Bobby. Or Castiel.

25. What is the first thing you do in the morning?

Check on my pain in the ass little brother.

Dean nervously came to Sam's side. He eyed the half eaten sandwich with concern, but took it as a win that Sam was at least eating. He then patted Sam's legs, while the laptop balanced in the other hand. Sam scooted across the couch, making room for Dean to sit down beside him.

"Look man, I'm doing the best that I can to help. I remember a time when you wouldn't talk to me, and I got through to you with some stupid survey." Dean began.

Sam's head snapped over at him, and Dean took a deep breath before he continued.

"So...uh... you've gotta know this is real, man. That Lucifer couldn't have made this up. So here," He tenderly handed the laptop into Sam's open hands.

Sam placed it onto his lap, and then looked up at Dean with wide, expressive eyes. A hand seemed to lurch from them, and reach right into Dean and squeeze his heart-and none too gently.

"Just, read it Sam." Dean huffed out, a pink hue on his cheeks as he folded his arms and leant into the couch.

"You really are desperate."

"Shut up, Sam." Dean shot back, but it was lazily thrown at the youngest Winchester, who just keeps silent as he looks back at the survey that Dean is waiting for him to read.

"Nothing I wouldn't do for you, Sammy. Just-just hope it helps." And it was as if Dean had been waiting for this very answer to give to Sam, to help him, before he himself could succumb to rest. Dean's eyes slipped close, and Sam let out a quiet sigh and placed the laptop on the table, reached for a blanket it and draped it over Dean. He then grabbed the laptop, and curled into Dean, placing his head between the crook of his shoulder and neck.

Dean mumbled something and shifted, and Sam ended up sliding down beside him and somehow resting between the couch and his brother's chest. Sam lets out a content sigh as Dean's arm settles around him, and he began to read.