Title: Everyone Has One
Author: Meg
Summary: Everyone has a fear. Dean Winchester is no exception.
When Sam woke up, Dean had his back pressed against the wall across from the door and was clutching one of his boots in his hands, a look of terror gracing his usually calm face.
"Dean?!" Sam was shocked and scared. He didn't have any experience dealing with panic siblings. That was Dean's job. Dean looked over quickly before his gaze fixed back on the motel room door. His breathing was coming in sharp, staccato pants. Is this what a middle-life crisis looked like? Sam assessed the situation as best he could. He could see no attacker, maybe it was in Dean's head. The things they'd seen in their lives certainly wasn't G-movie material. He stepped around Dean's bed to get closer, and was pulled over to the wall.
"Dean, what the hell?" Sam fought out of the older hunter's grasp. "Let go." He spun to face his brother. It was worse that he had thought. Dean's eyes were shifting rapidly from Sam to the door and back, and he still hadn't caught his breath. "Dean. There's nothing over there. I need you to calm down. Focus on me." Dean managed eye contact with Sam. "Good, good job. Now, you need to breath."
"It was...and...attacked...didn't see...wasn't ready..." Attacked? By what?
"It's okay, Dean. Just breathe."
Several minutes spent standing and Dean was talking deep breaths, and also looked like he was about to pass out from the stress of whatever attack Sam had slept through.
"Here." Sam pulled Dean over to sit on the closest bed, Dean's. "What happened? Are you hurt?" How did I sleep through an attack?
"I'm fine."
"Fine? Fine does not entail a late night panic attack in the corner of a motel room. What happened?"
"Listen, I'm really tired. Can we do this later?" Sam pulled the boot from Dean's grasp.
"Not until you explain why I woke to you freaking out and hold your boot like a shot gun."
"Fine. I got up and went to the bathroom, and on my way out I saw it. It was huge. I've never seen one that big. My boot was the closest thing I could get, and..." Dean trailed off.
"What was it?"
"It's legs were really long. Nothing natural has legs that long. It's not right, and--"
"Dean!" Sam grasped his brother shoulders and looked him straight in the eyes. "What was it?" He pronounced slowly.
"I don't know what they're called one of those Daddy Freaky Leg things, or whatever. It was huge."
Sam released his brother and tried to match the monster's description with something he'd read about in their Dad's journal, or on the internet, but it was the name that pieced it together. "A Daddy Long Legs?"
"Yeah, one of those."
"A spider?" Sam was stunned. "That's what got you so worked up."
"Dude! Their unnatural. Nothing should have that many legs." Sam choked back a laugh. Because laughing at Dean right now was probably a good way to get himself choked.
"So what happened? Did it run away, or did you destroy it?" The smile threatened to take over Sam's face.
"I got it, but it was gross. I think it was furry." Dean shuddered.
"I cant believe after the hunts we've been on and all the things we've seen, you're scared of spiders."
"Don't be silly, Sam. I'm not scared of them." Of course not, you're terrified of them. "I just don't think they're...right. Maybe they're evil. Spies, you know."
Sam moved over to his own bed and laid down, sure that Dean would survive until morning. "Sure, Dean. We can look into that in the morning okay?"
"Thanks, Sam." Dean rolled over and Sam had the feeling that he was going to spend the morning trying to find connections between spiders and demons. Great.
THE END
"Dean Winchester, ladies and gentlemen." - Kim Manners.
This story came to me after a late night Daddy Long Legs 'attack'. It was horrifying.
Thanks to my sister Peanut16 for laughing and telling me to post. I love you.