Dean shot out of his bed at the sound of Sam's screams, running down the hall to his brother's bedroom. He ran into his brother's bedroom and flicked the light on, his eyes needing a second to adjust to the sudden brightness. Sam was thrashing around pretty violently and screaming bloody murder. Dean moved on auto pilot, and got close, immediately having to duck as Sam started swinging punches in his sleep.
"Sammy, come on. Wake up," Dean said softly. Sam swung again and ended up punching Dean in the eye. Dean stumbled back on his feet bringing a hand to his eye, but regained his balance quickly. "Sam, it's not actually happening," Dean said, moving back over to his brother's side. Dean maneuvered himself on top of Sam carefully avoiding his fists and wrapped his arms around Sam snugly.
It took a few minutes, but eventually Sam calmed down. He started stirring. Sam opened his eyes and saw his big brother on top of him. "De'n?" Sam said, clearly confused as to why his brother was on top of him.
"You were having another nightmare, Sammy," Dean said, climbing off of his baby brother and sitting on the edge of Sam's bed. "Wanna talk about it?" Dean asks timidly. Sam shook his head violently at his 17 year old brother's question. Dean sighed, clearly worried and concerned about his 13 year old brother. "All right. Well, we should try and talk about it tomorrow, okay?"
Sam didn't respond so Dean got up from the bed and turned to leave the room. He turned the bedroom light off, shut the door to Sam's bedroom, and went back to his own bedroom. Dean spent most of the night in a fitful sleep, tossing and turning with the dreams plaguing his mind.
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What Doesn't Kill You
FanfictionSam's spent the last few years of his life in misery. Between his brother running off on his own and the near constant abuse from his dad, he's wearing thin and needs to get out. Who else would he run to except for the only person who actually cared...
