Sorry for not writing in a while. I've been really busy, b'cuz it's time for the final test before spring brake. Oh, well. I wrote something anyway...
"Dean!" A cry was heard through the night, and Dean woke, panting for air. His eyes searched the motelroom for Sam, but then realized that he was lying next to him. A slight sigh escaped from him, but then he saw Sam's face. It was covered in terror, his eyes big and glimmering with tears.
"Sam? What..." Dean said, but getting off his trail when Sam nuzzled into his chest with huge eager, and a thunderbolt struck through night. A relieved smiled spread over Dean's face whilst he wrapped his arms around his brother. The eightyearold Sam had always had a fear of thunderstorms. Dean assumed that that would grow away once he got older, but for now...
"Hey, it's okay..." Dean mumbeled, holding Sam so close that he could feel his baby brothers heartbeat."It's just a big charge of electricity. It won't hurt you, not as long as I'm near."
A huge slam of wind was heard, pistoning at the breakable walls, and Sam whimpered in his brothers arms. Dean held him thighter.
"It's okay, it can't get to you... I promise, Sammy. It won't hurt us, and dad'll be back real soon. Promise." Dean muttered into his brothers hair, the long strays tickeling his nose.
Sam's breaths finally started to slow down, hearbeat dropping towards a normal pace, just as always when his brother calmed him down. Sam didn't leave his place though, he kept close to Dean anyways. Just to be safe.
"Really? You promise?" Sam said after a long moment of listening to the storm outside. Dean nodded.
"I promise." He smiled just a bit, hugging his brother.
"Okay... just don't leave me alone..." Sam mumbeled, drifting off to sleep. Just seconds after, he was already dozed out in Dean's arms. The older brother smiled a sad smile, and whispered into the darkness:
"Never."