'Ello :)
So I found this awesome headcannon on Tumblr by supernaturalheadcannons and I'm just - I'm sorry, I need to write. So I wrote. NO SLASH Just brotherly love. I hope you like-
Enjoy :)
Sam Winchester was exhausted after a long day of research. This particular job was a bitch and the brothers had been working it for the past week. It was awfully late, past midnight at the least, but Sam couldn't fall asleep. He just couldn't, whether it was a subconscious fear for nightmares, the stressor simply he was too tired to fall asleep. Sighing, he sat up on his bed and ran his hand through his hair. Deciding to get a glass of water, Sam got up and walked as quietly as he could to the kitchen in the bunker and opened a cupboard. He walked past Dean's bedroom when he heard a soft sound behind the door. Curious, Sam paused and silently pressed his ear to the door. Sure enough, he was able to hear a muffled voice.
Hey Jude, don't make it bad
Take a sad song and make it better
Remember to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it better
Sam smiled, recalling the distinct lullaby his mother sang to Dean and eventually Dean sang to Sam. He remembered the first time Dean sang to him as the said man continued to carry the tune behind closed doors.
The five-year old whimpered as thunder made the small, dark and dank cabin John had left the two brothers alone in shake and tremble. He couldn't go to sleep, not in this cacophony.
"Sammy, go to sleep," a nine-year old Dean tiredly told the child.
"I can't, I'm scared," Sam replied timidly.
Dean sighed and scooted closer to Sam and wrapped his arms around him. Sam melted into his brother and they lied there in the cold; the blankets not nearly sufficient enough to keep them warm while the storm outside continued to rage on the weakening cabin that creaked with the wind.
"Did I ever tell you about the song that Mom used to sing to us when we couldn't sleep?" Dean finally asked him.
Sam shook his head, trying to ignore the thunder and go to sleep.
"She would sing Hey Jude whenever we had nightmares. You probably don't remember; you were so little; but Mom was the best singer ever."
Sam absorbed this new information about his late mother that he knew so little about and talked ever so rarely about. Finally, he snuggled closer to Dean's warmth and requested.
"Sing for me Dean."
Dean was quiet for a moment but eventually complied and began singing in a broken voice that became richer after a certain amount of time.
Hey Jude, don't be afraid
You were made to go out and get her
The minute you let her under your skin
Then you begin to make it better
Sam closed his eyes and listened to his brother's gifted voice battle the noise of the storm and carry him to a safe land of safety and dreams.
The next morning, Dean opened the door of his bedroom rubbing sleep from his eyes to find Sam curled up at the threshold, fast asleep.
I hope you liked, PLEASE R&R IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY ThANk YoU :D
-Firelily