I would like to once again thank you inkpen112 for your wonderful advice! If it weren't for you this story would have been much later than it was, and maybe just entirely died because I had zero ideas. I am open for suggestions for plot and for a way to tell the Sams apart.
Dean came in about an hour later to grab a beer when he heard sobbing that he could recognize anywhere. Sam was crying and that had to be fixed.
He followed the noise to a room near the library and saw Sam hunched over and went to help however he could.
As Dean knelt down in front of Sam so he could be eyelevel, only to feel a pair of arms grab him and yank him forward and down.
Sam had Dean practically on his lap with his arms wrapped around the elder in a crushing hug, his hands wrapped in Dean's shirt as he cried.
Dean blinked in surprise but quickly recovered, big brother instincts kicking in. He wrapped his arms around Sam and ran a hand through his hair like he did when Sam was still a kid and muttered reassurances to him until the shuttering sobs died down.
"You okay there Sammy?"
Sam nodded mutely into Dean's chest.
"So what was that about?"
Sam didn't answer, just kept clutching Dean for awhile before letting out a sniffle as he sat up and let go of Dean.
"I'm good, it was nothing."
"Yeah, sure you're g-"
He got interrupted as he was pulled toward Sam again and given an even more bone crushing hug than before.
"Thank you."
Dean awkwardly patted Sams shoulder.
"What for Sam?"
"For not leaving us."
He sat stunned for a second.
"Of course. Can't take care of ya if I'm not around can I?"
Sam let out a chocked laugh and let Dean go for good.
"No guess not. And you do one heck of a job watchin out for me. Love you Dean"
"I love you to Sam, can I get up now?"
Please review and if you have any ideas, I'm open!