G/T Adventures

Little Sammy: Part Two (Supernatural)

I LOVED THE FLUFF IN THE LAST CHAPTER! I NEEDED MORE, I'M SORRY! I HOPE YOU LIKE THE BROTHERLY FLUFF. And even if you don't, I do. It's cute.

When Sam awoke the following morning, he was surprised to find he'd actually slept. But the weight that was resting on top of him made him feel claustrophobic. "D-Dean?" He mumbled with a stutter, hoping to get the attention of the hunter in the other bed. No, wait. Not the other bed.

The feeling of fabric under his body and the flesh on top of him made him remember just what had happened the night before. He broke down, right in front of Dean. And Dean treated him like a little kid. Now he wanted to get away from the warmth that surrounded him. He's only shrunk, he hasn't changed anything else. 

Dean felt movement under his hand, and he would have reached for the gun had he not heard the grunts of effort coming from on top of him. Opening his eyes, he looked at Sam, who was struggling to get away from him. "You're not scared are you?" He mumbled groggily, taking away the hand that pinned Sam to rub the sleep from his eyes.

The deep voice made him jump and he wheeled around, staring at his colossal brother with wide, hazel colored eyes. "No, but I'm not a kid either. I'm fine like this. You don't have to baby me."

The older man could hear the lies plain in his Barbie sized brothers tone. "Don't tell me that Sam. I know you're not, and I don't like when you lie to me. You know I want to protect you."

"You don't have to protect me!" Sam looked up, meeting those giant eyes and suddenly remembered just how powerful Dean was now. If he made one wrong move he could piss Dean off and Dean would...No. He didn't dare to finish that thought and instead now stared at the flannel shirt under his feet. "Dean...I...appreciate it. But I don't like feeling so damn powerless. And when you just grab me like I'm nothing, it doesn't help."

Dean listened as his brother's tone went from defensive to calm and fearful. It made his heart wrench to know he was the one scaring him. The one who was supposed to protect him, but he was terrifying him. "Sammy I know you're not a kid. But do you think I want to lose my little brother?" He asked, putting emphasis on little to hopefully lighten the mood just a bit.

Had Sam not been so focused on his own thoughts, he would have smiled at the wry attempt at humor his brother always tried to make. If he kept his head down and couldn't see how large Dean was, he almost could feel normal. "Yeah. I guess. And I suppose I'd be the same way if our positions were reversed." 

"Ugh. While it's already sappy I'm doing this." Dean wrapped his arms around his brother, holding him against him in a sort of hug. He could feel Sam attempting to hug back, despite that is little arms wouldn't be able to get around him. 

"Dean, mph!" Sam was pressed into the thick feeling fabric before he had a chance to react. But he was once again slightly comforted at his skyscraper brothers actions. The past few days have felt so...long. And he felt terrible that Dean had to babysit him all day. 

Gently, Dean lifted his pint-sized brother up in front of his large green eyes. "Sam? You look a little troubled. Are you going to start the waterworks again?"

For the first time, Sam felt heat rise up in his cheeks. "N-No." He attempted to squirm away from the hunter. He hated this feeling. Just being able to be held in someone's hand. he was embarrassed about the previous night and just didn't want to speak of it.

Dean could sense his brother's tension, and a sly smirk crossed his lips. "Is this about last night, Sammy? When you turned into a little cuddly stuffed animal?"

If Sam's face wasn't red before, it certainly was now. He struggled harder against the spongy surface of the hand. "D-Dean, it's not funny."

"Awe, come on Sammy it's a little funny," Dean mumbled jokingly, tightening his grip only slightly around his brother's torso.

The grip tightening around him only sent Sam into panic mode. The look on Dean's face was too similar to the one in his dreams. All that was missing was the black eyes and he wasn't going to wait around for those to show up. "Dean put me down!" he shouted, ceasing his struggles and went limp, panting hard.

Dean's smirk faded into a frown as his brother went limp, looking exhausted and frightened. "Shit, I was just playing around Sam, did I hurt you at all? Are you okay?" He lowered the little Winchester onto the bed, not prepared for when he darted across the bed away from him.

Sam just ran. He didn't necessarily care what Dean thought of him currently, he just ran. It was all too much like his nightmares. He kept running, watching the edge of the bed get closer and a large form moved in front of him.

Dean laid on his side on the bed to keep Sam from going any farther, meeting the tiny frightened hazel orbs with his concern filled green ones. "Sammy, hey." He said softly, lowering his voice to a gentle tone. "Don't be scared of me."

Sam stared into the giant eyes, his heart hammering against his chest. Last night was awkward enough, but he needed some form of comfort. And before he knew it, Dean's hand was outstretched, the large fingers rubbing the small hunters back. 

He allowed it, letting Dean attempt to comfort him and slowly began to approach his large brother. After all, he was still his brother after all. He laid down beside him, curling up against his chest with a slight scowl. "We're never speaking of this again."

Dean however, was silently taking pictures of Sam using his phone. He had a wide grin on his face. This was probably going to be used as blackmail later.