(So, here's another one that just popped into my head.
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Unbeated so all mistakes are mine and mine alone.
This takes place in season 3.)
Dean looked at his younger brother Sam, who was passed out asleep at the kitchen table in Bobby's house again. He was tempted to just leave him there but the care for the younger brother got the better of him and he shook Sam awake and after a few false starts on Sammy's part got him up stairs and into bed where Sam immediately fell back asleep. Laughing slightly as how quick Sam could fall asleep when he was really tired Dean set about tucking Sam in and removing his shoes. When he was sure Sam would have a comfortable rest Dean sat down on the bed opposite his brother and just listened to him breath. It was something he had been doing a lot ever since he exchanged his soul for Sam's life, listened to Sam's breathing making sure he was alive, and now Sam was doing a good job at trying to kill himself with exhaustion and not eating in order to find a way for Dean to get out of his deal.
Sam didn't know that there was no way out of it for Dean because if they found out that he was trying to wiggle out Sam would drop dead and Dean could not allow that. Not after he had given up his life for Sam.
Dean ran a hand down his face and covered his mouth as he yawned. Speaking of sleep, he could use some himself. Dean starched out on the bed opposite Sam and within minutes joined his younger brother in dreamland. He didn't wake up when a figure opened the bedroom door to look in on them, or feel when the same figure removed Deans own boots from his feet and tucked him into bed and he didn't see the one tear fall out of the man's eye and fell to the floor to be absorbed by the wood.
His stupid, reckless, brave, stupid, idjits.
His boys.