A/N: Just a one-shot about how Sam feels about his big brother. Takes place after 4.10. Enjoy. Reviews would be amazingly awesome! This is in Sam's POV.

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Savior

If I could describe Dean in one word, it would be: savior. From the time I was four years old Dean has always been there for me. Through illnesses, nightmares, and bullies, Dean always had my back, no matter how silly or how real my problems were. I remember clear as day the first time a bully picked on me. We were in a new school, and I was small and a little geeky. He was older and bigger than me, and thought it would be fun to steal my lunch money. I was in kindergarten and he was in the second grade.

He beat me up and stole my money. I had a bloody nose and a huge shiner on my right eye. I remember sitting in the clinic waiting for Dean as I nursed my eye with a cloth full of ice acting as a compress. Shortly after Dean came in, he just turned ten a few days ago, and he was in the third grade, and he was pissed. He helped me down, and into the hallway out of the earshot of the nurse.

"What the hell happened?" He whispered as he looked me over. Even then Dean had a colorful vocabulary.

"Bully… Beat me up… Stole my lunch money…" I huffed in between ragged breaths. Then I remember my eyes watering from the pain. They betrayed me and leaked down my face, and Dean noticed. I couldn't have hid it anyways, nothing ever gets past Dean.

"What's his name?"

"Dean…" I wailed, I didn't want him to beat up the bully and get into trouble.

"Sammy, please give me his damn name."

"Scotty Blake."

That was the first time I saw Dean's devilish smirk. I knew Dean's intentions, and I prayed that he didn't get caught.

He beat the kid up, pretty badly, but as I watched, Dean toyed with him, and then pinned him down on the ground, leaning in whispering in his ear:

"If you ever touch my kid brother again… You'll beg me to end you."

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No one had touched me after that, and Dean had kept a closer watch over me. It didn't matter anyhow because we kept moving from school to school according to where Dad had to go next for a hunt. One of my favorite memories was a few years later. I was seven, and Dean was eleven. I was tossing and turning in my bed, when I bolted upright, tears in my eyes.

I hopped up out of my bed and ran down the hall to Dean's room. I opened the door and walked up to his bed, tugging on his arm until he woke up.

"Dean!" I whispered exasperated.

He groaned automatically, but when he realized it was me, he propped himself up on his elbows.

"What is it?" Dean questioned. I could tell he was worried, but at the time I didn't really understand why.

"I had a nightmare!" I wailed and Dean picked me and placed me in the bed beside him and took me in his arms.

"S'okay Sammy, I got'cha. Everything'll be okay…" He whispered soothingly as he gently rubbed circles on my back. It wasn't long before I fell asleep in his arms.

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As we became teenagers, Dad started raising us like miniature marines, and Dean became less affectionate. I knew he stilled cared, he always did, but there were less hugs, less 'chick flick' moments as Dean would say. Sure, if I was beat up from a hunt, or if Dad was being a selfish bastard that night, Dean would hold me as I vented my frustrations. He was always there. Dean always had my back; if I called him, he'd pick up and he'd come to me in a flash.

Dad on the other hand was flakey. I couldn't depend on him, not like I could Dean. Dean was more than my brother. He was my best friend, my guardian, and my father. He raised me, cooked for me, helped me with my homework, and took care of me when I was sick. He was the first one to the hospital when I broke my first bone.

He's saved my life countless times, regardless of his own well being. He's determined to keep me safe no matter what. If he only knew Uriel had threatened to end me, I swear he would have tried to take down Uriel. It's like he said, As long as he's around nothing bad will happen to me. And I believe him whole heartedly.

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A/N: I might do one later on how Dean feels about Sam, and John about his boys, but for now, enjoy this story and review!!!