Hello! I have been reading stories on here for ages now and I felt it was time to give back to this incredible community! This is my first attempt at a story and yes it is Supernatural. Grins like a massive dork Anywho this is the first part. I have a few ideas for the next chapter but I want to know what you lot think first! (And if anyone has any ideas for the next chapter then I would be more than happy to try and incorporate it!) I don't mind any notes or criticism (elsehow am I supposed to get better lol) But please do be kind :) So please leave some reviews!

This story has been sitting in my drive for AGES! It has taken so much courage to post, so go easy if there are any mistake.

This is mainly a fluff story that takes place just after sam gets his soul back I think its episode 11 or 12 in season six (don't hold me against that though) Anway it takes place after that and they are just getting back into hunting. There are several spoilers in here so don't read if you haven't watched this far. :) There is very mild language(I have never really liked to swear) But there is some suggestive dialog, so be warned. Anway enough yip a yaper, without further ado...I present to you,

One Room One Bed

Chapter one

The familiar purr of the impala was heard driving down one of the most deserted roads Dean had ever been down. He looked out of his window only to be greeted with a pitch black screen, with his reflection. He looked to his right and saw that Sam was still reading that god-awful science book that was supposed to explain how the brain worked. The kid found it in the front lobby of the last run down motel they stopped at. They just finished up a simple salt and burn but when is anything ever simple? In the end Sam got kicked, thrown and even possessed by the goddamn ghost. So when he found a geeky book for his geeky brain and pulled the puppy eyes Dean could only sigh and buy him the book. You should have seen the look Sam gave him when he bought the book. It was like Sam had just been given Christmas early!

Sam looked up from his book long enough to see dean staring at him. He smiled despite himself.

"Hey dean,"

"Hm?"

"Did you know that the reason why teens make quick snap decisions is because the prefrontal cortex matures much later than the limbic system. The prefrontal cortex is the part of your brain that thinks logically and the limbic system is the side with all the emotions…."

"Dude come on it's freakin 12:00 am I don't need you filling my brain with information about my brain." Sam looked at him at first with a B-face then it morphed into a sad hurt little puppy. Dean looked at him and felt his heart soften. Damn that kid, how in the heck does he manage to make himself look so small and, and cute?

Dean quickly put the thought aside before it could spiral into something far too close to a chick-flick moment in his mind, and since when does sam look cute? But then the sad hurt little puppy face looked all too much like the face begging for forgiveness when Sam set Lucifer free and Dean was too proud to forgive him. And that ended with Sam jumping into the pit with Michael and Lucifer and was trapped for over a year being tortured in ways unimaginable. His heart felt heavy after that thought. Wanting to show that things were different he said very quietly,

"I did know that the prefrontal cortex matured later than the limbic system so that means that a teens brain thinks more with emotion than logic allowing them to make quick snap decisions without thinking" Sam just stared at him, completely dumb-struck.

"Wha- um- yeah that's right. How, Umm how did you know that? I thought you said science was for those nerdy geeky kids who couldn't get laid?" Sam said accusingly.

"Gasp Sam! How dare you! I will have you know that I did pay attention in science class. -Especially when Linda was my partner-. And who says people can't get laid IN science class" dean wiggled his eyebrows and smirked. Sam's eyes widened,

"Oh gross dude! Come on!" Dean just laughed and it was music to Sam's ears. He doesn't laugh enough he thought, and it was nice to know Dean felt relaxed enough to live life a little. He put his book down and yawned. Sadly it did not go unnoticed and dean asked him,

"You tired? If you are we can stop at a motel"

"No I'm fine, we just came from one and we should probably get a move on and…"

"Dude, we have nothing to do right now, you just got your soul back, you haven't slept in like a year no thanks to robot Sam, so if you're tired we will go to a goddamn motel and get a good night's sleep!"

Once again Sam felt the shame of his travels as soulless Sam, and by the way Dean's tone changed when he was mentioned soulless Sam could only imagine what he did. So instead of arguing he just nodded his head while swallowing the lump in his throat and turned his head to the side so Dean couldn't see the moisture in his eyes.

After driving for a couple more hours they finally stumbled across a motel. Pulling into a parking space they grab their duffle bags and head into the lobby. The man sitting at the desk looked absolutely miserable. As he saw the two brothers walk in he perked up and started chatting right away,

"Hey hey hey, welcome to motel deluxe! How can I help you two fine gentlemen?" The brothers started looking around at the word deluxe. But seeing as it was the only motel for miles it would have to do. Besides, Dean noted we have seen worse. Dean saw Sam yawn again and spoke up,

"We would like a room with two queens" The man pulled a face and said,

"Sorry fellas, we only have one room left which has one bed….." Sam and dean looked at each other, Sam shrugged and said,

"Yeah that will do, thanks" Dean glanced at Sam, rolled his eyes and paid.

As they stepped into the room they were hit with freezing cold air.

"Jesus Christ! It's freakin winter in here man!" Dean complained. Sam chuckled and made his way into the room. But dean was right, it was freezing, he made his way over to the thermostat and tried turning the heat up,

"Dude the thermostat won't work."

"Great, just our friggin luck" Dean shivered. Then something inside Sam clicked and he could help but laugh.

"What the hell are you laughing at?"

"You, you dumbass! I forgot that you are terrible against cold weather." He broke off giggling. Dean gave him his best b-face and walked into the bathroom flipping Sam off on the way. All that did was make Sam laugh harder.

By some miracle the shower had hot water. Dean stood there relishing the warmth. He was also mentally cursing Sam for being right about him hating the cold. It was funny, Dean hated the cold, but thrived in the heat, Sam loved the cold but became a sweaty floppy 6 '4 giant in the heat. He finished up when he felt the water turn cold and as he stepped out the bathroom he smiled all innocently at Sam and went to put on some pjs.

Sam looked at Dean suspiciously and headed into the bathroom. Dean counted down in his head

3,2,1

"OH SON OF B****!" Dean bursted into laughter.

"What's the matter Sammy? I thought you loved the cold!" Dean shouted to Sam.

"GAHH DEAN!" Dean just continued to laugh. As he came down from his high he came to the realization that he had truly missed Sam. Not soulless Sam, demon/ruby Sam but Sam Sam. His Sam. His Sammy. He remembered the utter grief and emptiness when Sam jumped into the pit. He felt partly responsible. If he had maybe been a bit more supportive or understanding then maybe he could have found a different way to prevent all of this. But no his stupid stubborn pride refused to let go of the anger and hurt he amied at Sam. But in the end he had never wanted to see Sam dead, and what worried him was that Sam died thinking he did. It wasn't like he was sneaky about how he felt towards Sam after Lucifer was set free, the way he look Sam in the eye and told him he couldn't trust him and that he thought they were better off apart, he didn't even bat an eye when Sam told him he was lucifer's vessel! Just said welp that's your problem not mine. And he knew what It was doing to Sam, he could see the guilt in his eyes and the way he was begging for forgiveness. But the worst part was that he liked it. He liked seeing that Sam was suffering. Suffering for his mistakes. And Oh God what had he been thinking? Before he could dive any further into the guilt hole, Sam came out of the bathroom shivering. Dean looked up sniffed and blinked to get rid of the tears that has made its home in his eyes. Clearing his throat he said,

"Well don't you look just toasty and roasty" he smirked

"S-sh-shut u-up! T-th-this I-is y-your f-f-fault!" He replied angrily.

"I-if I g-get s-sick y-y-you a-are s-s-so d-dead!" But they both knew the threat was empty. Aw he looks so cute when he tries to play mean! He thought. As they finished getting ready Sam made a point of putting on every pair of socks, and warm jumpers he could find/owned on. He even stole deans hoodie, dean just looked at him with a confused look,

"Come on, you can't be that cold?"

"Yeah well a freezing cold shower plus a room where the thermostat won't work, isn't exactly the beach in Hawaii dean!"

"Yeah yeah whatever, let's go to bed" but it didn't go unnoticed that Sam was still slightly shivering. As Sam got into bed dean held up a hand and said,

"Whoa whoa whoa, before we get some shut eye we need to set a few ground rules down!" Sam smiled. He had missed Dean so much. oh god don't let Dean hear that but it was true he had missed dean not looking at him like he might turn around and kill him, looking at him like some sort of freak and monster. Dean continued, missing the little chick flick moment in Sam's head.

"Rule number one we stay on each other's side! I don't need some freakishly long legs pushing me off the bed. Rule number two, don't hog the blanket, at this rate you won't need one with the amount of clothing you have" he paused and smirked,

"And rule number three no. Cuddling." He ended that sentence with a sort of growl in his voice. Sam yawned nodding and said,

"Wow, worst bedtime story ever" Sam was rewarded with a smack on the shoulder and told gruffly to go to sleep.

Once they were both settled in bed dean turned off the lamp and said quietly,

"Night Sammy" a few beats went by before he heard a small but fond reply of

"Night dean"

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Sam awoke with a start, breathing rapidly. Not really knowing what woke him up he looked around the room with caution and when he believed that everything was in order, he looked down to find Dean fast asleep on his back. Smiling Sam laid back down and yawed. He would pass the freak wake up as well, a freak wake up. They had seen so many horrors in their life that nightmares and freak wake ups were just a part of the deal. As Sam started drifting off to sleep he rolled onto his side facing Dean, (and he will deny this later) but Sam wanted comfort. He wanted to know that Dean wasn't going to leave him again. God I'm such a chick but still he couldn't help the feeling of deep powerful love and possessiveness for the man next to him. Sam wanted to be Dean's number one go to person for help, have fun or even just talk. Not an angel, or any other hunter. He would do anything to ensure that Dean could trust Sam and think of him as his brother. He prayed that the dean still wanted him as his brother. Oh god did he? Even just thinking about dean leaving him and no longer trusting him had him swallowing a lump in his throat. In his moment of weakness he threw his arm over dean pressed up close to him, and laid his head in between his shoulder and head. He sighed happily that dean wouldn't be moving anytime soon and hugged him close. With that he closed his eyes and finally fell back asleep.

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Dean rolled over in his sleep….well he tried too. Instead something was blocking him. He grunted, annoyed that couldn't get comfortable and unwillingly opened his eyes. He would like to say that he was shocked and disgusted that Sam seemed to be hugging him, but truth was that he had a warm fuzzy feeling in his stomach. He smiled and threw his arm over Sam holding him close. Protecting him. He knew he said no cuddling, but he could make a exception this one time. Besides he had just gotten his sam back, and soulless Sam didn't even think about hugging dean. (When they did hug it was Dean doing all the work) And before that Sam was spending so much time with ruby, that Dean couldn't even go to sleep for one hour before he was gone. Then dean pushed him away… so dean stuffed down his pride and for once became the big brother that he hoped sam wanted. He started to unconsciously run his hand threw Sam's hair and he felt Sam relax and melt into his embrace. Soon dean fell asleep to the familiar rhythm of sam breathing.

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It was early afternoon when the boys awoke, Sam tensed when he saw that he was still hugging dean, and he realized dean was hugging him back. It was kind of nice to have Dean hug him, it felt like before all the crap happened between them. Sam felt a sudden wave of nostalgia at that thought and squeezed his eyes shut, and forced himself to think that everything would be okay now, it didn't really work

Dean woke to the feeling of Sam tensing and the hunter plus big brother in him forced his eyes open to make sure there were no immediate threats to Sam or him. Satisfied he saw that he still had his arms protectively over Sam. Removing his arm so he could stretch he saw Sam had his eyes shut and his jaw was all tight. yawning he said,

"Wakey Wakey princess!"

"Mmmmm" was the only reply he got. Dean reached over and gently shook Sam,

"Come on man we can't lay in bed all day" Sam opened his eyes and couldn't help the wet dewy puppy eyes being brought out. He sniffed and asked the question he had been wondering even before he jumped into the pit,

"Do you want me for a brother" and Sam did something he hadn't done since he was 10, he pouted. Full on pouted.

TBC

Welp there we have it! Please leave a review and let me know what you think! Oh and also tell me if you want the next chapter :)

-OnceUponaKitten