Set During: Yellow Fever (Season 4)

Supernatural is not mine, blah-de-blah, but I'm guessing you knew that.

This is for cold kagome who likes Scared!Dean fics

"Sam? Sammy? Are you awake?"

"No."

"There's something outside."

Sam sat bolt upright and glared at the window, listening. Apart from the traffic and the occasional dog, all was peaceful.

"It was probably just a car Dean, go back to sleep."

A few minutes passed. Suddenly a lorry gave a large honk on the freeway outside the motel. Dean jumped and threw the bed covers over his head.

"Sam?"

"What?" Grunted his brother into his pillow.

Dean peeked out from under the duvet. "Can I get in with you?"

"What?" Exclaimed Sam, turning over to face Dean.

"Can I get in with you please?" He repeated.

"Dean, this is the ghost sickness talking. Now pull yourself together and go to sleep." He stared menacingly at his big brother, but his expression softened when he saw how Dean was biting nervously on his lip, and the way his eyes kept darting back and forth from the window to the door.

"Oh...come on then." He sighed, resigned, as Dean gratefully slid under the covers next to him.

"I don't like it though." Sam added, raising his eyebrows. "You stay that side of the bed."

"Scout's honour." Dean saluted.

At that moment there was a screech of tires, and headlights illuminated the room.

Dean leapt on Sam.

"Dean!" Sam yelled, trying to prise his brother's fingers away from his shoulder and stomach.

"Sorry Dude." Dean apologised, loosening his grip but by no means backing away.

Sam felt him flinch every time a car drove past or a dog barked. He tried to pat Dean reassuringly on the shoulder, but in his sleepy state, his brother just snuggled in closer to him.

Sam froze, looking at the ceiling, "Dude, you're nuzzling."

"Hmm?" Dean mumbled into his brother's neck. Sam forcefully pushed him off.

Dean lay shaking on the other side of the bed, never quite falling asleep amongst the sounds of the freeway.

In the room above theirs, somebody loudly slammed a door shut.

Dean groped for Sam's hand and held it tight.

In the dark Sam rolled his eyes, desperate for this sickness to be over.

Eventually Dean fell asleep; his fingers intertwined with his brother's.

As Sam drifted off, he supposed that, as compromises go, hand holding wasn't that bad.