Author's Note: This is my very first published Supernatural related fan fiction.
Dean sat perched on the edge of his bed listening to the music that played from the radio across the room. The sun had dimmed down through the window and the temperature had dropped tremendously from just hours before when he had woken up to get ready for the day. But, the day was over and all he could do was listen to the music and weird commercials that were selling crazy products that no one uses anymore.
There was storm outside that he'd never been so afraid of before. He wasn't usually scared of what Mother Nature threw at him, but she really must have been mad at this hour. Dean was only 13, so give him a break.
Suddenly, Sam, his little brother, enters frightened and worried. This was a time for Dean to be strong and helpful. John was gone and Mary was asleep. Dean knew not to wake his mom up, she deserved rest. Since his dad had left them, he did lots of mature things like letting mom sleep.
"Dean, it's bad out there." Sam was younger than Dean, so you can only imagine how sweet and soft his voice was.
"What do you want me to do about it Sammy?" Dean knew what to do, he's done it before. Once when he was scared, his mom told him how beautiful he was. This way, he could forget all about the bad that surrounded him and just know that he was beautiful and perfect.
Sammy climbed into bed with him, covered up and snuggled in next to his brother. He lay on his brother's chest, cheek down. They'd done this before, so it was natural, soothing. Sammy listened to Dean's heart beat as he began to talk.
"Sammy, you want to know something?"
"Yes."
"You are as beautiful as a perfect spring day."
He thought about what his mother would say. She was good with words, unlike him who was actually struggling to make his brother feel better. He thought about what he'd just said and it sounded uneasy and cheesy. He tried again.
"You are as beautiful as the ray of sun god shines on you."
Ah, that was better, more poetic.
"You are as beautiful as a butterfly and as beautiful as a ladybug."
At least he didn't say worm.
"Sammy, you are as beautiful as a god. You're as beautiful as a shiny new coin like the ones dad used to bring home to us. You're as beautiful as a sunflower, like the ones mom used to grow in the back yard."
Sammy looked up at Dean, still lying on his chest. "What else, Dean? What else makes me beautiful?"
"You are as beautiful as an angel."
"Dean, how do you know what an angel looks like?"
"I don't know, I just think of you."
"I'm not an angel, though, Dean. Can you be my angel?"
"Yes, Sammy. Someday though, I hope to have my own angel."
"How will you get one?"
Dean didn't want to answer. He never thought about 'how' he'd get one, so he just ignored the question. "You are as beautiful as you want to be, Sammy."
"Dean, I want to tell you something. Do you promise not to tell?"
"Yes, Sammy. I promise."
"When I came in here, I wasn't really scared. I'm brave, you know?"
"Yes, Sammy. You're as beautiful as you are brave and you are very brave."
Dean kissed his brother's forehead, twice, then, kissed his cheek, just like his mom did to him. He pulled his brother in closer, almost like a hug. And, lastly he said, just like his mom did to him, "Good night. You are beautiful to me."