Somehow, Dean found himself standing in the middle of Sam's mind. His baby brother was dreaming; about him, them. It was odd, seeing himself from Sam's perspective. His dream self was taller, longer in the legs, and he seemed to glow with an inner light. This is how Sam sees me?
Suddenly Sam's dream became a nightmare. His mindscape got so dark that the only source of light was the internal glow of dreamDean. "You're disgusting," he heard his own voice, slightly deeper and more musical than his true one, say in outrage.
"Please Dean!" Sam's face was broken. "Don't leave me," he said on a whisper. But dreamDean was already gone.
Dean was stunned to see Sam like this. He was even more surprised that Sam thought he was capable of such cruelty. He was immediately guilt-ridden over whatever he had done to give Sam such an idea. So the real Dean took the place that dreamDean had just vacated. 'I could never leave you," he promised, "so say it again."
Sam looked at him with tear-blurred eyes. "I love you," he said on a broken whisper, "the way no man should love his brother."
Slowly, Dean gathered his broken, twisted brother into his arms. "I love you too," he assured Sam. "Now I want you to tell me this in the waking world. When you get up tomorrow, the first thing I want you to do is tell me how you feel."
Softly, Sam nodded into Dean's shoulder, and he melted away from the dream, back into his own mind. That night, Dean's dreams were of Sam.
