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A/N: Welcome to another first! Haha... ok, so first off, sorry about the delay of this; crazy time in my life what with school, exams, work, and quality time with the (gag) family. Ok, so tonights, as I said, is a first... and only. A while back, I asked a friend for an idea of something I've never done before. And what was this bright idea?-- a story written in first person. Way out of my comfort zone for fanfiction-- I don't mind writing in first person on original stories, but I'm always scared to on fanfiction, because I don't want to totally botch the characters. So I ask, pleadingly even... to tell me what you think of this first person story... even if it is confirming my suspicians to keep with my third person. Oh-- another thing... I just wanted to mention this. I have started a special Christmas one shot... though it'll be much longer than my normal one shots. It's called 'The Twelve Days of Christmas'... so that's just a little sneek into the future! (oh right, and just a note to a comment/question people have asked; though it does 'say' this 'story' is complete, i will continue to update regularly unless otherwise posted) Enjoy!

Title: My Brother
Genre: Suspense and a small amount of angst thrown in for good measure.
Summary: Written in first person from Sam's point of view as Dean takes him to the fair, and Sam goes on a ferris wheel ride that neither Winchester will ever forget.

My Brother

Since I could remember Dean had always been there for me. Whether that's a good thing or a bad thing I'll never know, and being a ten year old I know it could be a while before I'll actual realize whether big brothers are good or bad. Dad was gone for the weekend on another hunt, and left Dean in charge of me; like I can't take care of myself.

'You burnt your finger on the toaster the last time you used it!' Dean had playfully teased.

It was true… but only because my hand slipped.

Usually when Dad left, Dean would just hang around the house, and I'd read in my room. This time was different though-- the fair was in town and Dean promised to take me to it! I was so excited, so thrilled that we could do something that didn't have to do with demons or spirits. The first ride I wanted to go on was the Ferris Wheel; it was so big, and I'd get to see all of the fair grounds! Dean refused to go on it, but told me to go by myself.

That's when it started. That damned cold feeling that forms in the pit of my stomach. I remember it happening two years ago-- the day that Dean got hit by a car. And as the Ferris Wheel went up and up, and I sat alone inside the large, swinging basket, the cold feeling crept inside of me. Suddenly a loud crack echoed through the ride, and a jolt sent me cracking against the bar holding me in.

"No…" I whispered as a chorus of screams floated up to me; of course I had to be at the top.

I didn't scream though; I left that for everyone else there as my knuckles turned white holding onto the bar. Immediately I stared down through the ride to the ground bellow, struggling to find my big brother, and wishing dearly that he was sitting beside me. Somehow Dean always made everything seem ok-- no matter what was happening I felt safe with him.

"Dean," at first my voice barely made it to my own ears, "Dean!"

The second cry out was louder.

Again, I leaned over as far as possible to see down. The sky was getting dark and cloudy, and I could hear the distant sound of thunder. Everything bellow me seemed so small-- I never realized how high up I was. There was a couple bellow me; a small kid around my age and an older person. The young kid was crying that he wanted to get off, and the older person was trying to calm him down. Somehow this made me more panicked, and I struggled desperately to find Dean in the growing crowd bellow.

"Come on Dean…" the whispered plea was useless.

Finally-- there he was! When we'd first walked into the fair grounds, there was a stand selling balloons. All I had to do was put on my best puppy dog look, Dean bought me one for a full fifty cents, and I immediately cherished the helium filled piece of plastic. Before going on the ride, Dean took it, and promised to watch it for me. And now I saw… so far down… a red balloon. It was Dean, I knew it was.

"Dean!" I called out again.

Just seconds after I did so, another loud crack came from the ride, followed by a jolt, sending me backwards, and the ride swinging nauseatingly. I squeezed my eyes shut, wishing, at that point, that I was on a hunt instead.

Anything would be better than sitting on a ride seemingly thousands of feet up in the air surrounded by screams of terrified passengers. Without even realizing it, I found tears coming to my eyes, and threaten to leak down. Just as I was beginning to gain control of myself, another loud noise pierced the air.

Only this time was different.

The sound seemed to come from everywhere, and everything turned dark. The power was cut off from everything, and all lights were dimmed, and rides stopped. My breath caught in my throat as, surprisingly, silence filled the air. Everything seemed dark; the sky, the ride, and the grounds.

Then slowly, as if knowing what was happening, I looked to my right and saw a bright red balloon float by and disappear above me.

"Dean," I whispered out.

Before I could even move, or barely think, I looked over to the empty seat beside me, and saw a white mist start to form into a shape of something not quite human.

"No," my voice caught harshly in my throat, "No… I know what you are."

"And I know what you are," the voice was slow and deep, and I couldn't tell if it was masculine or feminine,, "You're one of them."

The fact that I was talking to a spirit, or whatever it was, left as curiosity filled me, "One of who?"

"Them," the mist floated in and out of the seat I was clutching, "Be warned Sammy… one day… we will come for you."

"Wait--" I gasped.

But it was too late. The thing disappeared just as another loud crack erupted from the sky, shaking the Ferris Wheel and jolting me back to reality as I again clutched the bar, squeezing my eyes shut. I hadn't even realized that the tears had now snuck out and were sliding effortlessly down my face. The kid bellow me was screaming and crying louder than I thought possible, and it wasn't until I felt a jolt of the ride moving again that I opened my eyes.

It happened so slowly! The lights were back on in the whole fair grounds, but dark clouds in the sky let out ominous warning with random cracks of thunder and flashes of lightening. From my vantage point, I could see they were telling people to leave, and when I looked down, I noticed they were unloading my ride. Each person got off seemingly in slow motion, and it took forever for me to be able to see the people around me. There was two cars left before mine when I finally caught sight of Dean.

"Dean!" I cried out instantly, the sight of him becoming the best thing I knew I'd seen in a long time.

"Sammy!" Dean called out over the clamor of people.

He tried to get closer, but a man in a uniform stopped him. Any other time, I knew, Dean would have plowed through, but both of us knew that if he did that now, we'd be separated. And I'd never forgive Dean if he left me now.

'It's ok.'

Dean mouthed the words to me, and I nodded my head in understanding. I must have looked more scared and upset than I thought because Dean didn't take his eyes off of me the whole time I was waiting. Finally the Ferris Wheel jolted to a stop with me at the bottom and a kind man came over to me.

"Are you hurt?" he asked unhinging the bar.

I could still feel the throbbing in my left arm from when I jammed it into the side, but I shook my head nevertheless.

"No," I whispered out, "My-my brother is waiting for me."

Again I must have looked more scared than I thought as the man took hold of my shaking hand and turn towards the growing crowd of anxious people. Dean stood near the front, his eyes wide and filled with fear and worry.

"That guy right there?" the man asked pointing to Dean.

"Yes," I eagerly nodded, "That's Dean."

"Go ahead."

Immediately I ran the less than six feet to Dean who grabbed me in his arms. For a moment I stood shaking in Dean's arms. My big brother was never one to allow any sort of sappy moments to happen between him and anyone else, so I was surprised by the fact that he didn't instantly push me away.

"Sammy," Dean's voice was hoarse and hard to hear as he pulled himself away from me, "Come here."

He took my hand firmly in his, and lead me away from all of the people and onto a small clearing of grass. Almost instantly a loud crack of thunder erupted out, and rain started to pour down. Dean brushed away the wet hair that stuck to my forehead.

"Sammy," he repeated, "Are you alright?"

I nodded, Dean's hand on the side of my face.

"Are you hurt?" he asked, studying my eyes and my reaction.

That's what fascinated me about Dean. He could tell just by looking at me if I was hurting, if I was faking, or if something was really wrong. Sometimes he knew better than me, which Dad would always laugh about.

"I'm not hurt," I finally spoke.

Wordlessly Dean pulled me into another hug, and I wrapped my arms around him, my face pressing against his wet shirt.

"I was really scared," I whispered.

"So was I Sammy," Dean admitted back just as quietly.

I was going to tell Dean about what happened at the top of the Ferris Wheel. I had every intention of doing just that, but for some reason I didn't. I couldn't. But I did realize one thing as my brother and I walked out of the fair grounds; the rain soaking right through our clothing.

Big brothers were a pretty good thing to have.

The End.