One-shots

I'll Be Okay

Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural OBVIOUSLY
Summary: Basically, Dean let's his walls down at night while everyone is asleep. Sam ignores it until he can't anymore.

Notes:
The time is scattered, seeing as it goes by Sam's age.

Age 5

Sam is not old enough.

Not old enough to understand the responsibility that their father put on his brother's shoulders.

Or maybe he just overlooks it and makes excuses to make himself feel better?

No, the boy is only six.

But anyone who had eyes could tell how Dean stiffens under the gaze of their father. "Don't get into trouble." He would tell them before he left for a hunt. "Don't leave this motel room." Sam could almost hear his dad. "Take care of Sammy." Directed at Dean.

But, who took care of Dean? That was the question.

Sam soon realized his brother grew used to taking care of himself after, of course, taking care of Sam.

Like now, for instance.

"Here you go, Sammy." Dean put the bowl of spaghettiOs in front of his little brother.

"Again?" He made a face and pouted up at his older brother.

"We don't have anything else." He grumbles and pointed at the bowl. "Now eat your dinner." He stalked away.

"Why can't we go get some, De?" Sammy tried. His brother stopped abruptly and spun around.

"Dad told us not to leave. We're not leaving." Dean answered, simply.

"Are you gonna eat?" Sam's head tilted.

Dean looked away. "Nah, Sammy. I'm not hungry." He said quietly.

"If you say so." Sam picked up his spoon and started eating his dinner, indifferent.

Once he had finished, he and Dean got ready for bed.

Dean came over to the side of Sam's bed and tucked him in.

"When's dad coming home?" The youngest asked, as he did every night.

"Just a few more days, Sammy." Dean smiled reassuringly before crawling into his own bed.

It took Sam thirty minutes to finally fall asleep, but he did.

Only to wake up in the middle of the night.

Sam didn't know what woke him up, right away. He slowly just opened his eyes and looked around the room, trying to figure it out.

That's when he heard it.

The quiet whimper from behind him.

Dean.

Sam turned in the bed slowly, as to not let his brother know he was awake. He stared at his older brothers curled up form.

Dean's arms were holding his stomach, eyes squeezed shut in pain while he whimpered quietly. He didn't notice his little brother.

Why would he?

Dean was obviously in a lot of pain.

That's when it hit Sam.

When was the last time he saw Dean eat?

Sam dismissed the thought. He trusted his brother had to have eaten something. He was Dean, after all. When was he not eating?