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Dean was really, really grateful that the road was deserted. Because the number of times he had almost crashed the car scared even him. He wouldn't risk it.
Not when there was a barely aware baby brother shivering on his lap.
The constant whimpers and occasional moans was enough to melt even the coldest heart.
For Dean, who's heart broke freshly each time Sam let out even the smallest sound of pain, it was a whole new nightmare.
"'s okay, Sammy. I'm here. I gotcha." Dean whispered, a hand on Sam's forehead, as the younger brother thrashed weakly, eyes rolling rapidly beneath his eyelids.
Sam had almost always been a horrible sleeper. It was as if sleep and Sam spent their lives running away from each other. He was a light sleeper, but when it was actually time for him to wake up, Dean had a hard time getting him up.
He was a walking mystery, in that way.
Dean had always been there to chase away the nightmares. Sharing a bed when Sam was a kid. Until he had proclaimed that he was too grown up to share one.
Not that it mattered on the bad nights. Sam or Dean would crawl into the other's bed until Sam's breaths slowed down in sleep. Only then would Dean follow his brother into dreamland.
They always slept on the end closest to the other bed even now. And on pissed-off nights, they still migrated towards each other. And to think it was one of the things not ingrained by papa Winchester.
"Hey, Sam. Remember that time when we were at Bobby's and we decided that he's gonna teach us baseball? Well, I did. You were still learning to walk. And when the game ended, we decided to have a contest, me and the old man."
Dean looked down yet again, hoping for some reaction from the kid. He did seem a bit calmer. And Dean would take what he could get, right now.
He turned his gaze back to the road and continued.
"We decided to test who you would choose, if Bobby were to tempt you with those disgustingly colourful lollipops. Man, you had such a sweet tooth when you were tiny. Such a sucker for suckers, Sammy. Ha!"
The grin died when a whine escaped Sam's lips. Dean, thankfully, slowed down the car this time before bending down to whisper in Sam's ear, a gentle hand carding through the greasy hair.
"Sshh, it's okay, Sammy. 'm right here, you hear me? Sshh. I'm gonna take care of you, 'k?"
Only when Sam had settled a bit did Dean continue driving.
"Yeah, so - where was I before you interrupted me, dude?" Dean grinned again, the gesture turning out to look more like a grimace and continued. At least the sound of his voice kept himself from going mad with uselessness.
"So, we sat you bang in the centre while Bobby and I went off a few feet on either side. Bobby called you while waving the candy wildly and I called you, hands on my knees, like I was cheering on a match or something. I was so sure that you would come half crawling, half walking on your pudgy legs towards me, dude."
Dean sighed, as tears suddenly filled his eyes. When had their life gone to total shit? Because even after mom there had been days when everything seemed like springtime.
He cleared his throat, blinking away the tears.
"Anyways, so - imagine my surprise when you waddled towards Bobby. Well, I was surprised and devastated, to say the least. Even Bobby was. I think he assumed you would come to me too. You always were a clingy little critter." Dean chuckled, a fond smile touching his lips as he looked down at the now still Sam. That was an improvement in the Winchester World.
"And you walked towards him, your tiny hands stretched towards the candy and before Bobby could blink, you had it in your grasp. Ha! Just like that. And when he went to pick you up, you dodged him, fell on your ass and crawled all the way towards me."
Dean was full on snorting now as he remembered Sammy stretching his hands in a 'pick me up' gesture, one hand still grasping the slightly muddy candy, grinning toothily, all hair and dimples and wide eyes, and Bobby behind him, bent over with surprised laughter.
"Man, you always were a clever geek. You even shared the slobbering mess of a candy with me. I remember laughing until I had tears and then swinging you around. You were giggling like mad even though you didn't even know what was going on." The grin stretched Dean's cheek until he thought it was going to split his face in two.
"'cause I … loved when you … you di' that."
Dean didn't exactly crash his car, but it was a real close thing. The closest, he would say, and that was saying something.
The Impala came to a screeching halt in the middle of the dusty road and Dean automatically gripped Sam tighter to prevent him being thrown onto the floorboards.
Sam, who was looking up at him through slitted eyes, a small wistful smile on his face.
Dean exhaled sharply, bending down to rest his forehead against Sam's and trying to get his emotions in control.
"Well, you're too big to swing around now, you dork. So don't expect me to do that." Dean said, voice choked with tears.
But Sam had already drifted off to sleep.
Dean sighed again, shakily, but with a lighter heart. He started the car again, an amazed smile on his face, as he looked down once more at his sleeping brother.
"Sleep, Sammy. I'm not going anywhere. You're gonna be just fine."
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