I remember tears streaming down your face when I said I'll never let you go.
When all those shadows almost killed your light.
I remember you said 'don't leave me here alone'
but all that's dead and gone and past tonight.
Dean huddled in with his little brother, pulling the blankets of the motel bed tighter around them. They were thin and the brothers only had two at their disposal, but Dean had wrapped them both in, tight and cozy.
Sam was crying, his quiet sniffles the only sound in the dead silence between the cracks that were the lightning outside. Thunder boomed and Sammy's little hand clutched at Dean's shirt like it was a lifeline.
The storm had started no more than half an hour prior to this. The first sharp cracking of lightning and the loud roar of the thunder had made Sammy sit up in less than a second. Dean had been asleep, but that creepy brother telepathy they had going on had woken him up as soon as the next bout of thunder began, which wasn't very long.
Sensing his brother's distress, it hadn't taken Dean long to remember Sammy's fear of thunderstorms, and before anyone had time to react they were both snuggled up in Sammy's bed wth Dean doing his best to comfort his little brother. Still, not a word had been said.
Don't you dare look out your window. Darling, everything's on fire.
The war ouside our door keeps raging on.
Dean was humming a soft melody, probably AC/DC or something like that. He didn't even know. He didn't even notice when the humming turned to song and didn't think when the melody changed and the lyrics of a Beatles song filled the silence and the noise of the night.
Hold on to this lullaby.
Even when music's gone.
Gone.
Dean had never been afraid of thunder. Instead it was fire and his dad's screaming mixed with his mom's that haunted his nightmares. Oddly enough, he'd rather have it that way than be afraid of thunder. Being afraid of thunder meant he couldn't protect Sammy, and if there was one thing he needed to do before everything else, it was making sure his brother was safe.
He looked down at the litttle boy in his arms and sighed with relief when he saw him drifting into dreamland, exhaustion catching up with him at last. The iron hold on his shirt loosened considerably and Sam nuzzled his brother like a giant teddy bear.
Dean, not tired at all anymore, kept singing.
Just close your eyes.
The sun is going down.
You'll be alright.
No one can hurt you now.
Come morning light,
You and I'll be safe and sound.