Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural...at all...unfortunately... cause if I did the only character that died would be John. Also its my first fic so be nice or I'll virtually decapitate you...maybe.
The Bunker. Home... It's a foreign concept to Sam Winchester. Growing up, he'd go from motel to motel with his father, John and his brother, Dean. His entire life, he wished for a normal, apple pie life...so did his brother (not that he'd ever admit it.)
And it's happened a few times for each of them but not for very long, at most four years.
Dean, before their mom died. Sam, during college before Jess died. There were more but its essentially the same story everytime. They have a bit of normalcy, then something happens that keeps them away from it. To the brothers, normalcy was never permanent and never lasted long.
Then, they found the Bunker.
Dean, almost immediately, made the room his, putting in a bunch of weird shit he found in the Bunker in there, his weapons and clothes, all in drawers...more or less. He even got a good mattress. Sam, though, was more hesitant to settle in. He put what he needed where it needed to go, even if it was poor quality.
And, even though they had been living in the Bunker for a while now, it didn't matter to Sam. He didn't want to get attached to a place he'd probably leave soon anyways.
It was nearing 11 o'clock, when Dean decided that he should wake Sam back up. Dean had woken up around 6:45 and after realizing that he wasn't going to be able to go back to sleep, he'd might as well look for a case.
Sam had originally stumbled into the library, at 7:25, looking for Dean.
"Hey there, Sammy.", Dean greeted to his brother.
Sam blinked owlishly at Dean, " Why are you up at 7:30? You're never up this early."
"Don't worry about it.", Dean dismissed, not really wanting to go into detail of how he'd woken up from a very pleasant dream, involving him and a certain angel whose name started with a C. "You good, though? Ya look off."
"M'fine." Sam was lying, he had woken up with a headache, that was quickly starting to feel like a migraine. Dean, ever the protective big brother, could tell that Sam was lying but didn't push further as he knew Sam would never listen to him.
"Alright, well, I'm looking for a case, so take a seat and help your dear old brother.", Dean said while grinning.
"Weirdo.", Sam rolled his eyes.
"Bitch"
Sam chuckled lightly, despite feeling like his head was on the verge of exploding, "Jerk."
About an hour later, Dean could see Sam rubbing his temples with his fingers. "You good, Sammy?"
Sam jumped, startled by the sudden, seemingly loud voice in the quiet library. "Um, yeah...I just...ugh, do you remember where we put the pain meds?"
Dean furrowed his eyebrows in concern, "I think there might be some in the bathroom by your room. Why?"
"...just got a headache.", Sam mumbled. Dean knew it was more than a headache but didn't call him out on it. Sam was really pale and looked like he could puke or pass out at any moment...or both. Dean got up and walked over to his brother, putting his hand on Sam's forehead.
" Dean, stop, I don't have a fever. It's just a headache.", Sam mumbled while pushing Dean's hand away.
"Alright, don't be such a bitch", Dean said. " Why don't you lay down and take a nap while I try to find a case? "
" 'Cause I'm not four. I'm fine. Its just a headache."
Dean looked at him, "Just humor me. Go take some meds and get some sleep, Sammy." Sam huffed grumpily, "Fine, but only cause I want you to stop bothering me."
Sam left to get the medicine and go back to sleep.
Dean had let his brother sleep for about two hours, even if he said he'd wake him up when he'd found a case and found one an hour and a half ago. He reached Sam's room and opened the door. He frowned at the lack of Sammy-ness of the room. He thought the not-so-little geek would've put a whole fucking truckload of books or something in it, but it didn't even look like he had a decent mattress.
He walked over to Sam, who seemed to be sleeping peacefully but it was kinda hard to tell when his face was full-on stuffed into the pillow... but he didn't seem dead so that was good. He gently shook him awake, "Wake up, Sam."
Sam groaned and rolled over to where his back was facing Dean. He went around the bed and bent down to where he was face-to-face level with Sam. "C'mon, Sammy, wake up. Your head still botherin' ya?"
Sam mumbled something incoherently, but it sounded somewhat like "a little bit" so Dean just went with that. He sighed and said, "Alright, well, sit up for a bit and I'll get you some meds, ok?"
Sam just groaned. "Nope, Sammy, c'mon, bud.", said Dean. He lifted his brother up to where he was leaning up against the headboard. He frowned at the slight heat radiating from Sam's back.
" Alright...you okay, Sam?", Dean asked. Sam looked like he was about to cry, delirious from the fever. "We movin' 'gain?", Sam asked.
Dean was confused. " No, we're staying. Why would you ask that, Sammy?" Sam's voice broke as he uttered out, "Cause that's what we always do, De." Dean's heart just about broke when he heard the nickname that Sam hadn't used in years.
Dean, putting all of his toxic masculinity aside, pulled his crying brother close. "Hey, shh, hey Sam, Sammy, look at me..." Sam looked at him and sniffled. "...we aren't moving, ok? We're staying right here, forever, ok? Which means, little brother, you can settle in, yeah?" Sam nodded and cuddled closer to his brother.
"But, first, we get you some meds. Then, we'll go mattress shopping, 'cause no offense, Sam but this one sucks.", Dean said getting off of said mattress.
Sam laughed lightly, "Yeah, Dean."
"Alright, I'll be back in a sec, Sammy.", Dean says ruffling Sam's hair, ignoring his brother's whine of protest.
True to his word, Dean returned less than a minute later with the pills in one and a glass of water in the other. He handed them to his little brother, who swallowed them wordlessly. "Alright, lay back down, Sammy.", Dean said as he helped Sam lay back down.
"Feel better, little brother." As Dean was just about to turn off the light, Sam mumbled, sleepily," Love you, De."
Dean smiled at Sam, who looked like he was 5 years old again. " Love you too, Sammy.", he said as he turned out the light and walked out of the room, forgetting about the case.