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Title: Fears: Dean/Sammy Wincest Dont like Click back NOW!!
"What are you afraid of Dean?" Sam asked somewhere between Tennessee and Florida.
Dean reached over and turned the radio down "What?"
"What are you afraid of" Sam asked again, "I mean, theres got to be something..."
Dean thought for a moment. "Nothing. Not really, at least not that I can think of."
"Oh" came the soft reply.
"Why do you ask Sam?" Dean looked at his younger brother.
"Well," Sam cleared his throat nervously. "We've been doing this job for as long as I remember and I'm almost 25 years old and I'm still afraid of the things that go bump in the night."
Dean smiled at his little brother. "How about this Sammy? When I find out what I'm afraid of you'll be the first to know."
Sam smiled at Dean. "Thanks De."
Dean smirked and turned the radio back up, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel as he drove
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A few days later on the way to another hunt, Dean started thinking.
They had just completed a somewhat nerve-wracking werewolf hunt. Everything was going fine until Sam cut his arm on a tree branch.
The werewolf smelling fresh blood immediately changed direction.
By the time Dean had a clear shot Sam had already been thrown into a tree and knocked out.
It would be six hours before he woke up again. But Dean not once left his side.
Dean reached over and turned the radio down.
"Losing you"
Sam looked at Dean confused. "What are you talking about?"
"A couple of days ago you asked me what I was afraid of and I didn't have an answer. Today I realized what I was afraid of. I'm afraid of losing you." Dean looked at his little brother. "I don't know why I know you'll never leave me on your own but what if something takes you away again. I don't think Id be able to handle that. Not again."
Sam looked Dean right in the eyes. "I can't promise I'll be here forever but I can promise that I won't go willingly."
Dean turned the radio back up and smiled when he felt the calloused fingers of his little brother on his hand.
"Bitch." Dean huffed but turned his hand over intertwining their fingers anyway.
"Jerk."
R-n-R Con Crit is welcomed but flames arnt, they will be givin to Mez (hes a pyro...)
