A/N: This is my first spn fic let alone my first wee!chester one, as well. Please tell me your thoughts. There might be some grammatical errors in there but that's because this was a quicky. Thought up at work today; written down on only old flyer next to the cash register :)
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KAAABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!
Dean eyes bolted open. Perfect, he thought, just freakin' perfect….
Late night heavy thunder storms were not a Winchester favorite, especially for Sam. Dean knew any second now Sammy would be rolling out of his own bed and asking to sleep the rest of night with Dean in his. His pleading puppy-dog eyes would be no match for Dean, who will immediately fold and shift over for Sammy to climb in.
Not this time, Dean said to himself, Sam is 10-freakin'-years old. He has gotta learn to get over this. If he wants to start coming on hunts with me and dad soon, he can't be afraid of a little thunder storm. We're too old to be sleeping in the same bed anyway.
Sure enough, Dean could already hear Sammy's bed shift. Dean had his back to him but he feel him heading his way. Just ignore him, Dean….maybe he'll just go back to bed…..just ignore him…
"Dean…"
Pretend to be asleep…
"Dean….can I sleep with you?....."
Just go back to bed, Sammy…
"Please, Dean….I know you're awake….I saw you turn over…..please?...."
Damn…..
Dean gives up on just ignoring him and decides to confront him directly. He turns over to face Sam.
" Sammy, you gotta-"
Before he can finish his sentence he tries to look Sam directly in the eye, but it's too much for him; Big puppy dog eyes trying so hard to hold back what seems to be tears. And was Sam…trembling? It was almost enough for Dean to cave in, but he told himself that he was going to hold his ground. Sam had to get over this. He puts up a serious front and looks Sam directly in the eye.
"Sam, go back to bed. It's just a little storm. You're fine"
"But Dean-"
"No 'buts', Sam, go.
Dean turns over. Hoping that'll be enough for Sam to get the message and Learn that it will always be best to try to go back sleep.
"….Dean…."
No such hope.
"….It's not the storm, Dean. I…I had that nightmare again."
"Which nightmare, Sam? In case you haven't noticed you have a lot of nightmares."
Ouch, that was probably a little harsh there, Dean.
Sam stood there silent for a moment. He seemed to be too afraid to speak.
"It….it..it was that nightmare….the one with you and Dad on a hunt….and….you don't come back."
"Sammy-"
"I know it was just a nightmare but it was so real….."
Dean laid there staring at the wall. It was probably just in his mind but he swore he could feel Sam trembling from where he was. It didn't take Dean long after that to scoot over a little to make room for Sam. Sam didn't miss a beat. He climbed right on in next to Dean. "Thank you…" He said meekly. Sammy tried to snuggle up next to Dean but Dean just kept his back to him.
Why? Why do I always end up giving into him? Why does he always get to me? Why do I always let him do this? WHY?
Just then, Sammy tugged gently on the back of dean shirt.
"love you, Dean…" He whispered softly.
Dean smiled and turned slowly so he was face to face with Sam. He used his free arm to pull Sam close to his chest. Sam nuzzled his head affectionately right below Dean's. Dean, with Sammy drifting soundly off to sleep next to his, was still smiling. He whispered quietly to himself,
"This is why."
END