Hey everyone. This is a one shot that popped into my head after I observed some brothers that I work with. Let me know what you think!
A seven year old Sam clung to his brothers' arm tightly as they neared the school he and Dean were supposedly going to for the next couple of weeks. Sam was so used to switching schools and having to meet new friends that it didn't even bother him anymore but last night had been rough and he just wasn't quite ready to let go of the one thing that was constant in his life.
The night before John had come home bloody from his latest hunt waking Dean and Sam around one o'clock in the morning with his pained stumbling. Eleven year old Dean had immediately jumped into paramedic mode taking in his father's condition and forcing him onto one of the waiting motel beds.
Sam however backed into a corner, unable to take his eyes off the bloody gash in the side of his Daddy's chest. His eyes grew even wider as his brother poured alcohol on the wound causing John to cry out in pain.
Dean had John cleaned up in record time, his young jaw set grimly as he put in the final stitch. His father had passed out long ago from the pain and exhaustion that the hunt had brought him. As Dean stepped away to view his handiwork he caught sight of the cowering figure in the corner. Sammy's eyes were still wholly focused on the stitches that covered his Dad's sides.
The older Winchester boy quickly bandaged his father's wound and walked quietly over to his younger brother. Dean slowly lowered himself to Sam's side, leaning against the wall for support.
"Sammy?" Dean questioned; his voice gentle.
Silent tears began streaming their way down Sammy's face as he leaned toward brother nestling his head into the crook between his chest and arm. Dean's arm tightened around his little brother, feeling the hot tears soak through his t-shirt. Dean let him cry like that until they both fell into an exhausted sleep.
