I was listening to this song, and all I could think of was wee!chesters. (What a surprise.) Anyways, enjoy the little one-shot I wrote deliriously at one in the morning, and PLEASE PLEASE review! Have a great day my darlings!
"Dean, I'm scared." Sam whimpered when another crash of thunder caused the crappy motel room to rattle. Dean crouched next to Sam's bed.
"I know Sammy, but it's just a little thunder. Nothin' to worry about. And besides, nothing could hurt you with all the kung-fu movies you watch. You must know all the moves!" Sam giggled a little at Dean's lame joke. Lightning flashed from behind the light blue, holey curtains. Sam pulled the covers up over his head, his breathing getting faster. Sammy was always scared of storms. Shady men creeping in the park? Sammy would sit right next to them and tell 'em his name. Rabid dog? Sam would hold out his arms yelling, "Puppy!". Sam wasn't scared of a thing. Except storms of course.
"Remember when you said Mommy used to sing to you before you had to go 'night?" Sam asked Dean quietly, his large, blue eyes peeking over the edge of the blanket. Dean paused, stiffening. His mom sang a Beatles song. Hey Jude. It was one of Dean's last memories of his mother. Dean gave Sammy everything. He kept a roof above their heads, he fed him, he always found a way to get Sam on field-trips, into school, he kept him safe. He raised his brother. His mom was the one thing he wanted to keep for himself.
His mom was awesome. She was the nicest lady Dean had ever known. Not that he had really known too many ladies. She taught Dean how to dance, she taught him how to bake pies, she was hilarious and gentle, and she would always sing that song. Dean wanted that song for himself. But Dean also wanted to give Sammy a song. One that would remind him of Dean and Mom.
Dean smirked at his brother. "You want me to sing?"
Sam nodded quickly, and Dean sighed. "You sure it will help?" Sam nodded again, flinching at the sudden burst of thunder.
"Alright, relax though. You need to get some shut-eye, You've got school tomorrow." Sam relaxed as much as he could into the pillows, staring intently at Dean. Dean gave him another small, fond smile, gripping Sam's shoulder comfortingly. Dean took a deep breath, and thought back to when his mother used to sing to him.
"Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter."
Deans voice was soft and comforting. A bit off-key, but soft and pleasant all the same. It was a little bit gravely, and it was warm. It reminded Sam of hot-cocoa, and fire-places. He started to relax more, and he gave Dean a small grin.
"Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here..."
Dean was a lot like his mom. He had her pretty, green, soulful, eyes, her freckles (Which Dean hated. He didn't want to look cute.), and most of all, he gave out momma bear vibes like a jock gives off testosterone. He was gentle, and very protective.
"Here comes the sun, doo-do-doo-do, Here comes the sun, and I say, it's all right."
Dean tapped Sam on the nose and ruffled his hair affectionately. Sam was starting to forget about the storm.
"Little darling, the smiles returning to the children's faces,
Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here."
Sam's eyes started to droop. Dean smiled, remembering his mother, and enjoying singing the little tune.
"Here comes the son, do-doo-do-doo,
here comes the son, and I say, it's all right."
Dean didn't even have to finish the song before Sam was fast asleep.
Dean kissed his kid brother on the forehead before walking over to his own mattress, and collapsing on it. Parenting was tiring.
Dean sighed and thought once more about his mom. She would be proud. "Good-night Sammy."