A/N: My first Hoodie Time prompt. Check out this little livejournal community… there are wonderful prompts! I will be recreating my livejournal account soon, so I can officially follow along, but when I saw the prompt I could not resist.
Sam had his hand on the gun under his pillow the second he felt the other side of his bed depressing, as if someone were crawling in with him. He was about to turn over with the .45 in his hand, when he felt masculine arms wrap around his waist. He rolled onto his back. It was Dean.
"Dude, personal space…" he began with a chuckle. His smile faded when Dean squeezed him tighter, and buried his face into Sam's shoulder. "Clowns or midgets?" he joked, trying to lighten the mood. Dean wasn't responding. He just squeezed tighter. A red flag went up in Sam's mind. A few moments later, Sam realized something else, and it made him nervous. Dean's body was shaking, and he was crying into Sam's shoulder… violently crying.
"Dean…can you tell me what's wrong?" Sam coaxed soothingly. Dean only squeezed his brother tighter, sobs getting louder. "Dude, you're scaring me. What the hell is wrong?"
Dean didn't respond to his brother. He could only cry harder. He wrapped a leg around Sam's, startling the younger Winchester.
"Whoa dude, no footsy," Sam said, trying to pull his leg away. Dean wouldn't let him. He had half of Sam's body entwined with his own, and he would not let go.
Sam had gone from worry to full-on panic. His brother was in his bed, at 2 a.m., clinging to him like a 5-year-old and sobbing. Something was seriously wrong. Suddenly, Dean broke into a convulsion, and shouted at the top of his lungs. It was a painful scream, as if he were… burning. It finally hit Sam what was wrong with Dean. He was having a flashback, from hell.
Rather than pry his brother from him, Sam reached over with his free hand and rubbed his brother's back soothingly.
"I'm here Dean… you're going to be okay," he said, trying to soothe his brother. "You aren't burning anymore, hear me? You're back on earth, where you belong. You're free."
The brothers stayed in that position for another hour. Sam hummed Metallica and rubbed his brother's back soothingly, to bring him back from his night terror. Finally, after almost an hour and a half, Dean loosened his grip on Sam, and fell into a deep sleep.
Sam let his head fall back onto his pillow again, and sighed exhaustedly. He would let Dean sleep in his bed tonight.
Hoodie Time Prompt: Sam is understandably surprised and amused when out of nowhere, his macho brother climbs into his lap, hides his face against Sam's shoulder and basically winds himself around Sam and clings. His amusement doesn't last though, when he realizes that Dean is shaking, he's crying and he seems completely non-responsive. Sam panics. Dean doesn't seem able to stop crying and he's not talking. It'd be great if it's set post 7x17, but that's not required