(A/N: Hey guys this was just an idea I had. Should I continue?)
Sam had been sleeping in a bed in some random run-down motel god only knows where. Sam however doesn't know he hasn't gotten back into the swing of things yet. He had only just gotten back to hunting for the first time since he ran away to stanford. The Winchester boys had just finished a witch hunt so the witch was dead just some low-end warlock. Well this warlock wasn't low anything. So Sam is in a room he doesn't know and starts to panic. No Dean, No Noise, No Anything! So Sam's body shoots up with adrenaline and looks everywhere nothing just a room. So he quietly gets up and leaves the room only to realize he was so scared he was crying but when he turns he sees his big brother lying on the other bed dozing off.
"Sammy? What's wrong bro? You okay?" Dean asked when he saw fresh tears sliding down his cheeks
"I umㅡI didn't *clears throat" ah know where I was" He mumbled to his older brother
"I see… do you want to go back to sleep?" Dean asked like he was talking to seven year old Sam
"Y-yeah butㅡ"Sam stopped because he was too embarrassed to finish the sentence
"You wanna lay here with me?" Dean asked already knowing the answer because Sam had always been scared to sleep alone he liked to hear Dean's heartbeat and know he wasn't alone. Sam crawled into bed with Dean and laid his head on Dean's chest and Sam relaxed and so did Dean.
The next morning as Dean woke up expecting a whole bed full of Sammy and there was nothing...no Sammy nothing the shower wasn't running his keys were there and so were Sam's shoes where the hell is Sammy? Dean sits up and walks around the motel room then he hears a small "oof!" he walks back to the beds when he hears a "what the hell! what happened? Dean?!" That was Sammy's voice not his Sammy but Sammy like Sammy, Sammy! Sam manages his way out of the blankets and Sam says "What the hell Dea- DEEEAAANNN!"