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Missing scene for 7x16: Out With The Old. From when Sam and Dean get in the truck to when they're at Frank's place.
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"Did you get any sleep last night?" Dean asked as they walked towards the front of the beaten-down truck.
"Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, a little," Sam stammered. "Uh, I don't know."
"Well, we'll find you a soft rock station. Always knocks you right out," Dean said with a soft smile.
Sam laughed tiredly as he got into the truck.
Dean took another glance around the town before shaking his head slightly and getting in the car next to his brother.
As he started to drive, he looked over. "I mean it, Sammy. Get some sleep, okay? It's a long drive."
Sam bit his lip. "Dean, I –– I can't."
"Yes, you can," Dean said. "Here." He reached over and turned on the radio, tuning it until he found what he was looking for. A soft rock station, just like he'd promised. Turning down the volume, he let Credence Clearwater's Bad Moon Rising drift through the car.
Reaching behind him into the back seat, he pulled out a frayed but thick blanket. Handing it to Sam, he spoke again. "Now sleep. I'm right here, okay? We're gonna be driving for six or seven hours, I reckon, and I want you to be sleeping the majority of those hours."
"Dean," Sam tried again.
"No, Sam," Dean interrupted, using his big brother voice. "What use are you gonna be on hunts if you're collapsing on me, huh? You can't live on caffeine. So sleep," he said, stressing the word.
Sam hesitated for only a moment longer before taking the blanket from Dean and unfolding it. He nestled down in the seat, using his arm as a makeshift pillow.
Dean watched out of the corner of his eye as his little brother fell asleep. It was quick and relaxed, and Dean couldn't help but smile at him.
Dean expected the nightmares. Sam had been having them for days, weeks. But he didn't expect them to start so soon this time.
They'd only been driving for about an hour when Sammy started to mutter.
"No, don't. Please. Don't hurt him. Dean!" Though the muttering had started soft, that last word, his big brother's name, was a shout. Dean was pulling over the next second, a hand already shaking Sam.
"Sammy, wake up," Dean said. His voice was calm, collected, comforting. He had to keep it that way for Sam.
It took about three minutes for Dean to get Sam to wake up. When his little brother finally opened his eyes, they were filled with fear.
"Dean, you're alive, you're okay?"
Dean sighed. This dream was one of the more common ones.
"Sammy, I'm right here, I'm okay. You're okay."
Sam breathed deeply as his eyes darted to the windows and the windshield, and then over his big brother. He swallowed and nodded, rubbing his eyes.
"Yeah, yeah," he muttered.
Dean waited a couple of minutes before starting to drive once more. He looked over at Sam again.
"Think you can get some more sleep?" he asked hesitantly.
Sam shrugged. "I don't really want to," he mumbled.
"Yeah, I know," Dean said. "But you need it."
Sam didn't reply and looked out the window.
Dean hesitated. God forbid Sam tell anyone about what he was about to do, but what the hell. Sammy needed sleep, and Dean was pretty sure he knew what would help him.
"Here," he said, holding out his hand, palm up.
"What?" Sam asked, looking from his brother's hand to his face, puzzled.
"Just take the damn hand, Sam," Dean said, though there wasn't any heat behind the words. "I remember when you were little and first started having nightmares. The only way you could sleep through the night for about two years was with me. You remember that?"
Sam smiled slightly and nodded. "Yeah. I was always scared that you were gonna get mad and not let me sleep in your bed but you never did."
"Yeah, that's cause I'm an awesome brother," Dean said, grinning. "Now here. Take my damn hand and get some sleep, okay? But I swear, if you breathe a word of this to anyone, I will kill you."
Sam laughed, a pleasant sound. One that Dean hadn't heard in a while.
Tentatively, Sam clasped hands with his brother before snuggling down into the seat again and curling up in the blanket.
"I'm here, Sammy," Dean whispered. "I'm always gonna be here."
Sam seemed to fall asleep as soon as he closed his eyes, but Dean didn't let go. And through the rest of the drive, when Sammy seemed to be getting restless, possibly having another nightmare, Dean gave his little brother's hand a reassuring squeeze.
His hand eventually fell asleep, stinging uncomfortably, but as long as Sammy still slept, Dean didn't much care.
Six hours later, Dean gently removed his hand, stretching the fingers before shaking Sam's shoulder.
"Sam, we're here," he said gently.
His little brother opened his eyes blearily. "We're here already?"
Dean laughed. "We've been driving for seven hours, buddy."
"What, really?" Sam said, yawning.
"Yeah, you finally got some sleep, didn't you? Feel better? Like you're not gonna pass out on me?"
Sam nodded.
"Good," Dean said. "Well, come on. Let's go see Frank."