Title: The Protectiveness between Us
Author: TurningDarkside13
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Author Note: Please let me know if you are interested in what happened so I know to continue it. I have the rest of the story practically finished it just needs brushing up. Thank you.
A cool breeze entered the dirty motel room causing Sam to pull his covers up around his neck. A hand shook his shoulder and groggily, he flicked his eyes open.
'Come on, Sammy.', Dean whispered, trying not to alarm his fragile brother.
'M t'red!', Sam moaned, trying to rub the sleepiness from his body.
'I know but we need to keep moving, you can try and nap in the car for a couple of hours.', Dean said, pulling the covers back and throwing some clothes at him.
The boys had kept on the move as much as possible after Castiel had gone dark side to try and make Sam think that Cas wouldn't be able to find them, even though Dean wasn't so sure. But that didn't matter so long as Sammy felt safe, so long as he didn't freak out. After the wall came down, Sammy handled it better than expected, he still hallucinated occasionally and was sometimes found just staring into space before falling down, but Dean was always there to catch him, to see him through his pain.
Sam was up and ready even if a bit unbalanced. Dean walked behind him, hands ready to catch him if he stumbled.
'When did you last eat?', Dean ordered.
'Yesterday morning.', Sam said, rubbing his stomach.
'Well, we are going to get something into you first then.', Dean said, more to himself than to Sam before opening the passenger door for him and getting in the driver's side. They drove for a short while before finding a small café. Dean ordered a Full English breakfast whilst Sam stuck to coffee and a couple of pancakes. Dean didn't try to force him, knowing all to well that it wouldn't work.
'Dean?', Sam asked, without looking up from his mug.
'Yeah Sam?', Dean answered, watching carefully, getting ready to help him.
'My head hurts.', he said, placing his face in his palms. Dean snapped into action, he went and sat next to Sam, knowing that he would be hallucinating any minute now. Dean placed a twenty on the table.
'Come on, let's get you to the car.', Dean said, sliding Sam and himself, out from the booth they occupied. He pulled on Sam and slung a long arm around his shoulder, Sam leaned into him. They'd barely made it out the door, when Sam started whimpering, his eyes filling with tears.
'It's not real Sam, that's it, sit down.', Dean soothed, sitting him against the Impala.
'It's burning, we're burning.', Sam screamed, his body shaking.
'No we aren't, your here with me, your with Dean, sat against the car. Nothing's burning. Your safe.', Dean said, grasping Sam's hands to prevent injury to either of them. Sam's eyes darted around the car park at things that didn't exist. Dean clamped a hand around his face and forced him to look his way. Sam recognised Dean and reached out with the arm Dean had temporarily freed.
'See, look. I'm here, in a parking lot, with you. Your safe.', Dean said, keeping his voice steady and guiding Sam's hand to his face. With Sam focused on him, Dean decided to get him in the car.