Take Out The Gunman

10

Sam raised his head as someone entered the room. It was John, and he was carrying that thin length of cane he liked to use for punishment. He tried back away but he couldn't find a way out of the small room he had been in for a long, long time. Tremors racked his body as the man moved closer, fist tightening around the cane rod.

"You ruin everything you touch," the man told him, disgust tracing his voice and his features, "You ruin everyone around you!"  Sam raised his arm, a cry of fear escaping him, as John raised the cane rod and brought it down.

Sam jerked awake abruptly, breathing ragged, as he felt a hand on his shoulder. He flinched and tried to pull away; he went still suddenly as a now-familiar voice spoke near his ear,

"Sammy, baby, wake up."

The young man turned his eyes to the man next to him; he exhaled in relief as his gaze met Dean's. He pushed up in a sitting position and launched himself suddenly into Dean's arms, sliding his own arms around the man's waist.

"Hey," Dean's warm breath tickled his ear, "It's okay. I'm here, I'm right here."

He rested his head against Dean's shoulder, burying his face in the man's neck, and let the man's warmth surround him. He sighed softly as the detective began to rub his back gently, rubbing in circles against his t-shirt.

"Sorry," Sam finally spoke against the man's neck, "I'm sorry."

"Hey, it's okay," Dean trailed his hand up along his back, fingers brushing the back of his neck, to gently tangle them in his hair, "Bad dreams?"

Sam nodded, another soft sigh escaping him as the older man began to run fingers through his longish hair.

"Want to talk about it?"

He shook his head no without raising his head and murmured, "Not – not yet."

Sam pulled back a bit as Dean shifted and murmured, "Here.." The man shifted away from him and pushed himself to his feet. Sam knew he shouldn't feel disappointed – he didn't have the right to feel that way - yet the feeling was there. He raised his eyes to the older man as Dean instructed,

"Slide over."

There was only a moment's hesitation before Sam obeyed and scooted over, to the far edge of the bed. His eyes widened slightly as Dean slid into the bed next to him and laid back on one of the pillows.

"This okay?" the man asked, looking over at him as he crossed his arms behind his head. Sam nodded yes, slightly shocked: The detective wasn't afraid to lie next to him like this? Sam knew he should tell the other man (again) that he shouldn't be this close, that Sam could only contaminate him with his badness. He couldn't bring himself to speak the words, though, as Dean shot him a warm smile.

His eyes shifted to Dean's hand as the man pulled it from beneath his head to pat the mattress next to him. He chewed his bottom lip for a moment as he stared as the spot the man had patted: after several long moments, he slowly laid down on the bed, resting his head on the pillow. He could feel the flush that crept up his neck and cheeks as he realized that he was lying in bed with the detective, barely inches from him.
He shifted his eyes to the other man as Dean murmured, "I'm right here, Sammy. You're safe, okay?" He nodded yes, and Dean smiled again. "Get some sleep, kiddo."

Sam started in surprise as Dean rolled suddenly onto his side and laid an arm across his waist. His eyes flew to the detective in surprise, and he blinked at the man. Dean's eyes were closed already, but the man shot him another smile before murmuring, "Night, Sammy."

The warm, safe feeling in his chest was still new to him, not to mention the feeling of the arm that was holding him securely, and he swallowed hard. He stared at the other man for a long moment before gathering his courage and scooting slightly closer. Dean smiled without opening his eyes and tightened his arm slightly, pulling Sam against his chest. Though he knew he shouldn't be touching the detective because he was full of whatever evil John had found in him, and Dean was so obviously good, he couldn't make himself pull away. He rested his head against Dean's chest – just for a moment, he told himself. Just this one moment, then he would pull back and stop tainting the older man with his touch.