I do not own Supernatural, despite how much I love the Winchester boys. That honour belongs to the CW and Eric Kripke.

The fire crackled angrily through the Winchester family home. Four-year-old Dean Winchester stared up at his mommy burning in flames on the ceiling above his baby brother, Sammy's crib.

"Run, Dean!" Mommy shouted at him, blood dripping from her abdomen down onto Sammy's face. "Run! Get Sammy and Run!"

"Yes, Dean," cackled a sinister voice. "Run, oh, but do leave Sammy, he's going to be a big help one day,"

"NO!" Dean cried, frantically reaching for Sammy.

The yellow eyed thing shoved Dean down on the floor and picked up Sammy.

"Put him down!" Dean shouted, terrified, lunging for the creature again.

The creature simply knocked Dean over again and grabbed Sammy by his neck, hands twisting it in an unnatural state.

"NO!" Dean wailed. "SAMMY!"

Five-year-old Dean Winchester woke up with a start, eyes wide. He'd just had the most horrible nightmare about the night his mommy died. He could still smell the smoke in the house and feel the heat of the fire. Most of all, he could still see a pair of big yellow eyes looking hungrily at his baby brother, Sammy. Dean shuddered, shaking his head to try to remove those scary images. Ever since that night, Dean had been trying to be brave for his Daddy and Sammy, but it hadn't been easy. He didn't trust himself to speak for fear of crying and upsetting his Daddy, so he'd stopping talking completely. He hadn't spoken since that night; it was now April. Dean peeked into Sammy's crib to check that he was still there and still safe. The crib was empty and there was no 11-month-old baby to be seen. Dean couldn't help it, he began to panic. His eyes filled with tears and his breath came in shallow gasps. Sammy couldn't be gone, he just couldn't be. Life was already unbearable without Mommy, and Dean didn't know what he would do if something happened to Sammy. The door to Dean and Sammy's room creaked open and Dean whipped his head up, his blood running cold. What if the thing that got Sammy got him too? Dean put up his fists and put on a menacing glare, well as menacing as a glare from a five-year-old can be anyway before turning towards the intruder.

"Deano?"

It was Daddy. Tears ran down Dean's cheeks and he swallowed hard, trying and failing to stop them.

"What are you doing up, kiddo?" Daddy asked, scooping Dean up into his arms. "What's wrong?"

"Sammy's gone, Daddy," Dean hiccupped. "The bad thing got him,"

"No, baby, shhhh," Daddy cooed, carding his fingers through Dean's blonde hair. "Sammy's right here, see?"

Daddy turned Dean towards Sammy's crib and Dean let out a breath he didn't know he was holding when he saw Sammy standing in the crib looking at him wide eyed.

"But, Daddy," Dean whimpered. "I dreamed th-that when the bad thing that g-got Mommy g-got S-Sammy too and when I waked up he was gone and couldn't find him and, and-"

"Deep breaths, little one, that it's" Daddy murmured. "I know it was scary finding Sammy gone, but he was with me, Dean. Sammy was cranky because he was teething and I didn't want him to wake you,"

"Oh," Dean sighed.

"Is that why you've been sleeping in Sammy's crib?" Daddy asked. "To make sure he's safe from the bad things,"

Dean nodded not trusting himself to speak as tears once more filled his eyes.

"Oh, Dean," Daddy sighed softly. "Why didn't you come to me, kiddo?"

"Because if I went to your bed and I saw Mommy wasn't there with you, I'd feel sad," Dean whispered. "And if I felt sad, I might cry and I couldn't be brave for you,"

"Deano," Daddy murmured. "It's ok to be sad for your Mommy, ok? But I know she'd want you to talk. She wants you to be brave for her so you can tell Sammy all about her,"

"Daddy," Dean blubbered. "Is it ok to cry?"

"You bet," Daddy croaked.

Daddy held Dean tight as Dean sobbed out his grief into his chest, the familiar smell of old spice, gun oil, and sweat bringing him comfort. Daddy murmured reassurances to Dean until Dean felt much calmer and the tears running down his cheeks were slowing down.

"Daddy?" Dean asked softly.

"Yeah, bud?"

"Could the bad thing that got Mommy come back and get Sammy?"

"No, Dean," Daddy said firmly. "I won't let it get you, me, or Sammy and that's a promise. I'll also teach you how to keep you and Sammy safe so won't feel like you need to climb into his crib with him to keep safe,"

"Ok, Daddy," Dean yawned.

"Alright, little man," Daddy smiled softly. "It's time for you to go back to sleep."

Daddy went to lay Dean back down on the bed, but Dean gripped his shirt tight and wailed,

"No, Daddy, don't leave me!"

"Shh, shh, I won't baby, I won't," Daddy soothed. "I'm right here, Deano, I'm right here,"

Dean snuggled into Daddy's chest and whimpered, "When I close my eyes, the bad thing with yellow eyes keeps staring at me, Daddy,"

"Shh," Daddy hushed. "I'm right here, Deano, and that bad thing won't come anywhere near you ok?"

"Ok," Dean whispered through his tears.

Daddy pulled Dean close and carded his fingers through Dean's hair again, softly singing a song Dean was sure he'd heard Mommy sing before. Dean was half asleep when he heard Sammy's soft cries.

"Daddy?" Dean murmured.

"Mmm?"

"Can Sammy sleep with us? He sounds sad too,"

"Of course, Deano," Daddy kissed the top of Dean's head.

Daddy picked up Sammy and laid him next to Dean on top of his chest. Dean put his little arm around Sammy and felt Daddy put his huge arms around him and Sammy. Finally feeling safe and content Dean sighed,

"Good night, Daddy," and fell asleep.

He didn't hear Daddy whisper back,

"Sweet dreams, little man, Daddy loves you so much,"

This is a two shot so stick around for part two and review, review, review!