AN: I literally wrote this five minutes agi because I'd forgotten about the E/O Challenge this week. So it's probably rubbish.
Something was thrashing beside Sam, making low moans of pain, or maybe fear.
He tried to ignore it and go back to sleep, but his eyelids snapped open when he realized what was going on.
His eight-year old brother was having a nightmare, again. He never talked about them, but Sam knew they involved fire because Dean would sometimes murmur the word in his sleep.
Sam curled himself around his brother the best he could, a difficult task considering their uneven sizes. But soon Dean calmed, and Sam drifted off to sleep, another night of nightmare vanquishing under his belt.