A/N Hey everyone, so I'm back, Yay. Recently I've been addicted to SPN, the show, the cast, the fanfictions, all of it. I adore it. Disadvantage about the UK though, I have to wait until Wednesday for the ep online, it sucks. Anyway, back to the story.
Title- "He's Claustrophobic Dammit!"
Plot- 12 year old Sammy breaks down after a hunt, John has no damn clue what's going on , that is until a 16 year old Dean has to tell him, little Sammy is claustrophobic.
Warnings- Some curses, I also live in the UK so I'm sorry if it seems too..British? No slash, at all.
Tags- Sick!Sammy, Hurt!Sammy, Protective!Dean, Pissedoff!John. Two=shot
Disclaimer- Ugh, I don't own SPN, no matter how much I want to.
14th October 1995.
"Dad, he wont stop shaking." Deans voice was barely a whisper, he was doing all he could to stop himself from shaking his little brother like a tree until he woke up. Dean looked up and met his fathers eyes, flinching at the sight of despair glittering in the eyes in line with his. Fuck Sammy, you really must be screwed if Dads worrying...Dean swallowed down the hard lump of fear that had been building up in his throat, nows not the time to think the worst.
"He'll be okay , he always is, if he doesn't calm down before we get to Bobby's we'll wake him." John glanced in the rearview mirror, wincing inside at his oldests tear stained eyes, they're both too young to deal with this crap, 12 and 16, hardly bloody grown up, it'll be okay though. John nodded to himself in agreement with his thoughts, always okay in the end. "How's his breathing Dean?"
Dean sniffed back the tears that were threatening to spill over gotta be strong for Sammy. Pulling his left hand from under his brothers back ,he gently moved Sams head and placed his hand just above Sams nose and mouth as he waited until a small, warm breath hit his hands, relief washed over him and he held his hand there a little longer making sure the breaths of life wouldn't suddenly konk out.
"Dean?" John casted a worried glance into the mirror, Dean was taking much too long to answer for Johns liking. "Dean, Sammys breathing, update, now."
Dean glanced up and gave a weary smile, "he's fine, breathing normally." "I was only making sure he wouldn't stop breathing and die in my lap…" He didn't say that though much too risky. "How much longer?"
"10 minutes max, if this damn tractor moves out our way then 4 minutes and son, Sam isn't going to die in your lap, don't talk like that."
Ooops, maybe I did say it outloud. "Sorry Sir." Dean went back to brushing his brothers hair gently with his fingers, smiling how the small childs body seemed to slow down with all the shaking at his brothers touch. Sam looked small, like 8 years old instead of 12 small. He was so short for his age, had one of those baby faces which anyone could love, but demons...or ghosts, well, they were 'anythings' didn't count, of course. Lets hope he stays smaller than me, I don't need a sasquatch for a brother."
John signed, "he's going to be taller than you Dean and you know it. Don't call him that anyway." John sent a small glare into the back but really, he wasn't angry, all he wanted was this damn tractor to move so he could get his youngest help. "Finally! That damn tractors gone, 2 minutes, hold onto your brother." John pushed the accelerator down, hard, making Dean grab onto his brother like a lifeline.
Gotta stop talking outloud. Dean sighed and glanced out the window watching as Bobbys car yard came into view, he started unbuckling himself and Sam, ready to pull him out as soon as the car stopped and carry him into the house, onto the couch and gently wake him up, easy peasy.
However, nothing in the Winchesters life was easy and as soon as Dean leaned over Sam to unbuckle him, his brother let out a blood curdling scream.
John slammed down the brakes, sending the car spinning to a halt , right outside Bobbys dor. He turned around in his seat and knelt down between the two front seats, facing his two sons. Taking one look at his ,still screaming bloody murder, son, John opened the Impalas door and yelled for Bobby before getting out and flinging open the back door. John gently pulled Sam out and cradled him to his chest before running into the now opened house door, streaming past a rather shocked Bobby and into the living room.
Bobby followed John into the living room and carefully watched as John grabbed washcloths, a bowl, blankets and pillows. Bobby silently moved so the was standing behind the couch Sam was laying down on and tutted lightly as the boys screams died down until he was gasping for breath.
"Unless you're going to help Bobby move out the damn way!" John wringed out a damp cloth and placed it on the pale boys face. "Shh Sammy, it's okay, calm down, shh now, it's not real, you're okay" John gently dabbed the cloth along Sam's neck and face gently shhing.
"Sir, I. You shouldn't tell someone who's having a panic attack it's not real, it can cause them to panic mo-" No one saw Dean slip into the room and stand to the left of the opened door, his short hair was slightly messed up at the top, his green eyes wide and scarce as he watched his little brothers eyes snap open at his voice.
"Did I ask you for your input Dean Winchester?!"
"No Sir, but-"
"Shut the hell up then. Instead of telling me how to look after my son, go make yourself useful." Johns voice was a growl as he snapped his head back around to look at Sam who was now fully aware at what was going on.
"D'n?" Sam looked straight through his Dad and towards his older brother who easily strode over to the couch in 3 easy steps. Sams eyes darted between his brothers and is fathers, wondering who would yell at him or each other first. "I'm sorry." Sam sniffed back tears and his body began to shake from the cold.
"Shut up midjit, you have nothing to be sorry about. Nothing you hear me? Just go to sleep Sammy, please." Dean sighed and pushed back Sams long hair before grabbing a blanket and laying it on his brothers small body, he then pulled Sam up to his chest and instead of putting his arms around him, he kept stroking his hair whispering soothing words and pointing out how big the room is, how much space there was.
John watched closely how the boys worked, he watched the words pour from his oldests mouth as the sunk into the mind of his youngest. Once Sam had fallen asleep and Deans words had stopped, John stood.
"How did you know."
"Know what?"
"What was wrong with him, why he was shaking Dean."
"You...How the hell didn't you notice?" Deans voice wasnt a yell, it was a harsh whisper, he couldn't risk waking up his brother after all he'd been through that day.
John folded his arms and stood to his full height, reminding Dean who the boss was. Dean however, wasn't taking any of it, he hugged Sam quickly before placing him down on the soft couch and draping the blanket over the small body and walking out the room into the kitchen.
John stared after his oldest and glanced over to Bobby who was now sitting on the edge of the couch. "You better go after him John, kid wants to talk to you, don't you worry now, I'll watch Sammy boy here." Bobby offered a reassuring smile before turning his attention to the sleeping boy at his leg.
John nodded and followed after his son into the kitchen where he sat in the chair facing dean who was sat , with his arms crossed out on the table and a stern look on his face. John rolled his eyes, "Don't look at me like that, who do you think you are."
Dean scoffed, "who do I think I am? Who do you think YOU are! How the hell can't you notice what's wrong with Sammy, how the hell Dad! Think back, where did we find him, hey?"
John frowned and retraced his steps.
A/N, Ooo, Cliffhanger. So, the next chapter will reveal what happened and will be a short chapter, two chapters is all this chapter needs. I'll update when I can. Please review, favourite/follow! Thank You.
