written for fanfic50 in lj
Title: Wake Me Up
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester -- ... teen-aged
Prompt: 012 Bolt
Rating: G
Summary: Sam nodded quickly, knowing that he had made sure to cover the entire crack, pouring extra salt on just in case.
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Notes: erm. title kinda stolen from an Evanescence song, but the song really has nothing to do with the story...
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Sam locked the door quickly, pushing the bolt into place securely before grabbing the salt from off the table. After ensuring the entire crack at the bottom of the door was sealed, he allowed himself to relax slightly before turning and heading back into the main room of the motel. Dean sat on the lone bed, mattress a dingy white and torn in places from years of use. The sheet had been removed to create a makeshift bandage. It was now wrapped tightly around Dean's right forearm, already staining red.
"You remember the salt?" Dean asked, voice husky as he tried to regain the voice he had lost while screaming at Sam to get the damn door closed and secured with salt. Sam nodded in response and Dean smirked. "That's my boy."
"You okay?" Sam ignored Dean's remark, seeing through the facade. Dean was trying to keep strong for the both of them, more so Sam, but Sam knew he was hurt and this time the role of protector should be in his hands, not Dean's. But as long as Dean could still walk and talk, he wouldn't give up that role so easily.
"Dude, it scratched me. I'm fine."
Sam let out a derisive laugh, moving to sit behind Dean. "Scratched you? It took a chunk out of your arm, Dean. Look. You're still bleeding..."
"Yeah, 'cause wounds like this bleed a lot."
"And bad wounds do too," Sam argued, pouting. "What if you need stitches? We're stuck in here 'til dad gets back."
"He'll be back in a few hours, Sammy, so chill."
"But what if it gets back in?"
Dean glared angrily at his brother, annoyed at his childlike behaviour. "I'm not stupid Sammy. And unless you messed up with the salt, then nothin's gettin' in."
Sam's bottom lip began to tremble, eyes shining with unshed tears.
"Oh c'mon," Dean mumbled, glaring once more at Sam. "Stop being such a baby. I'm sure you did it fine. I mean, you put it under the door, right?" Sam nodded quickly, knowing that he had made sure to cover the entire crack, pouring extra salt on just in case. "Window?" Again Sam nodded, and the tears were already gone.
"Then we got nothin' to worry about," Dean concluded. He stood up off of the bed and turned to Sam. "Besides, it's bedtime Sammy. You gotta get up early for school, remember?"
Sam crossed his arms over his chest, glowering. "But I don't wanna sleep. I want to wait for Dad."
"I'll wake you up when he gets home, alright?"
Sam at first looked ready to argue, but a yawn escaped him and he reconsidered. "Okay," he mumbled, leaning back on the bed, head resting on the pillow. "But wake me up as soon as he gets here, okay?"
"I promise."
"G'night, Dean," Sam murmured, eyes drifting shut. "Don't forget to wake me..."
Dean laughed slightly at his little brother before mumbling his own goodnight. He leaned down and pulled the remaining blanket over the lean form before turning and heading to the table set up near the window. He sat down at its only chair, knowing that to keep his promise to Sam, he had to stay awake until Dad got home.
And he almost made it.