Sooo im new to this whole writing fanfiction thing and I don't have anybody to edit or go over my work for me so you guys are pretty much gonna get the raw version sorry much. Doesn't have anyplace it really falls into the show, so it could be anywhere honestly
I was needing a little brotherly love and shump after the newer seasons of spn so I decided to write a fanfiction then I thought what the heck ill post it so yesh that how this happened…. Any who enjoy
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The minute dean walked into their crappy motel room he felt the depressing atmosphere and then he heard the soft barely audible sobs coming from the lump curled up under the blankets on his bed, even in his slightly hammered state he knew who it was and he felt his stomach drop. Dean silently closed the door and walked over to the bed closest to the door
"Sammy" dean whispered and the figure jumped obviously just now noticing the secondary presence in the room
"d-dee?" a small voice questioned and despite the alarms going off in deans head that he shouldn't be engaging in a chick-flick moment he softly sat on the bed and pulled the covers down to reveal his little brother curled up to an impossible size, his large teary green eyes staring up at his hopelessly desperate
"what were you drinking sasquatch?' dean questions knowing only alcohol would make his brother so easy to open up, he leaned down sniffing sams breath and his suspicion is confirmed sam is in fact drunk
"d-dean make it stop hurting" sam whimpers
"its okay Sammy its okay" dean slowly laid beside sam and pulled him into his arms his little brother instantly curled against him hands clinging to him and nose snuffling against his chest "Sammy I got you its going to be okay, just tell me what hurts so I can make it better"
Sam sobbed loudly but nodded against his chest
"m-my heart hurts i-I think it might be broken" sam whispered his voice breaking as he tried to gain control of himself.
Dean felt his own heart throb painfully as realization hit him like a train he glanced down as his brother sobbed harshly shaking the bed
"I'm gonna make it better sam don't worry ill make it all better. Here" dean gently placed his hand over sams heart feeling it beat against his chest "te amo frater" dean muttered the latin his father had forced him to take classes on "it'll still hurt some Sammy but it'll get better now" dean felt sam nod and then he sobbed again
"thank you dee" sam whispered and pressed impossibly closer to dean "sing me a lullaby?" sam pleaded almost shyly, dean sighed at the chick-flick he'd forced himself into but he knew in his heart they both needed this although they would never talk about it.
"hey jude don't make it bad" dean started his voice rough and horribly out of tune in his drunken state but the way sam relaxed was undeniable so dean continued as he did when they were kids dean continued to sing until he ran out of lyrics and sam was snoring lightly against his chest hands still clinging like they always did, dean inwardly knew things would get better because hell its self was no match for the love he possessed for his baby brother who lay sleeping now peacefully in his arms
So yeah that's it oh and the latin dean was using its translated to 'I love you little brother'