"Dean, it hurts" The 5 year old pouted as he came into the room.
"What does Sammy?" Dean asked, getting up from the chair he was in.
"My lip" He said, sticking his bottom lip out a little further.
In the very center there was a crack in the soft pink skin, not that it was all that surprising. It was cold in the state and Sam refused to put on the 'icky tasting stuff that made his lips feel like they were covered in wax'. So he would constantly get small cracks if they were out in the cold to long or if Sam licked his lip to much. Dean was pretty good at being able to talk him into putting at least a little on when they went out so they didn't have to worry about the aftermath.
"I told you that you have to put the chapstick on and it won't do that"
"But that stuff is gross" Sam frowned, then a small tear appeared when that make his lip crack a little more.
"I know, but it helps"
"It hurts now though"
"What do you want me to do?" Dean asked as Sam came and sat in his lap.
"Kiss it and make it better"
"I can't do that Sammy" Even at 9 he knew that sometimes guys did kiss others guys, but not their brothers.
"Why not?" Sam asked, more tears starting to pool in his eyes.
"Because"
"You kiss all my other boo boo's and make them not hurt"
"But Sammy"
"Please, make it stop hurting" He said in a broken voice, the tears starting to fall.
"Ok, ok" He soothed.
Letting out a small sigh, he tilted Sams chin up and placed a small kiss on Sams bottom lip before pulling back.
"Better?" Dean asked, wiping away the tears.
"Yep, thanks Dean, you're the best brother in the world" Sam smiled brightly, tucking his head under Deans chin.
"Not as long as you're around" He muttered, giving Sams messy mop of hair a kiss.