I Won't Let You Fall
Over the years, Dean's always been there for Sam. Hurt/comfort, angst, whump, and brotherly love.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural, or any of the characters in this story. Story title is from Nickelback's song "Never Gonna Be Alone," which I don't own either.
A/N: I started to write this first chapter just for the fun of it, and then I wrote another one. Originally it was titled "Wake Me Up," and was about how Dean comforts Sam after a nightmare, but after the second chapter I got stuck. So I changed it to include any and all moments where Dean comforts Sam. My first Supernatural fanfic, and all mistakes are still mine.
Chapter One: I Need You
October 1991 (Dean: 12 – Sam: 8)
Sam struggles, panicking, feeling the monster's solid arms wrapping even tighter around his writhing body. He tries to scream, but all that comes out is a muffled whimper. The creature's face is inches from his own, a low growl in its throat every time it exhales. It's not tiring, but Sam is. In a last, desperate attempt to escape, Sam throws himself to the side, rolling, and then suddenly he's falling. His body connects with a solid surface half a second later, momentarily knocking the wind out of him.
"Sam?"
Dean's voice breaks through the fog in his mind. He's lying on his back on the dirty motel carpet and his heart's hammering so hard it feels like it's about to burst out of his chest. It's dark, sometime in the middle of the night.
"Sammy?"
Dean's there, leaning over him, grabbing Sam's arms.
"What's wrong?"
His lips move but he can't force the words through the lump in his throat. He struggles to sit up, and Dean pulls him into his arms.
"It's ok, you're safe now, Sammy. I'm here. I've got you."
Tears start to roll down Sam's cheeks, and he buries his face in Dean's shoulder. He's not sure why he's crying but he can't stop. Dean just holds him tighter, murmurs softly in his ear.
"You're safe. I'm here. It's ok."
Dean pauses in his assurances, and then mutters,
"I'm never letting you watch Star Wars again."
Dean didn't need Sam to tell him – he already knew what his little brother had been dreaming about. The way the eight year old had curled against Dean's side every time Darth Vader had come on screen had told Dean all he needed to know.
END
A/N: next chapter will be up in the next few days, hopefully. I'm also working on a third chapter. I have no idea how many chapters it'll end up with. I'll likely just add to it when the mood strikes me, or I come across an old story that fits the criteria.