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Note: This is the last part! I hope you enjoy it! It's short but I like how it turned out. Thank you to the reviewers!
He slipped back into the room and his face wrinkled in concern. Sam lay on the bed thrashing and kicking. He sat down beside him and shook his shoulders lightly.
"Sammy! Sam!" Sam's eyes flew open and he sat up gasping. He ran a shaky hand through his hair.
"Another nightmare, right?"
"Yeah."
"A different one or…?"
"Yeah, I mean…it wasn't about Jess."
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"What was it about Sammy?"
"I don't want to talk about it. Don't call me Sammy."
Dean sighed. He wasn't going to push him. He had this own things to say.
"You know Sammy, when I was in that forest…I was laying there, bleeding all over and, uh I really didn't think I was going to make it out of there."
"Dean…"
"And I was thinking about all the stuff I should have said to people and you know who the first person I thought of was?" Sam shook his head slightly and continued to study his hands.
"It was you, Sammy." Sam looked up, his hazel eyes shining.
"Dean, stop." It was merely a whispered plea, yet one that tore at a big brother's heart.
"Why Sammy?" Sam looked away again.
"My nightmare…it was about the shapeshifter."
"Oh, Sam." Dean sighed and all the perfectly formed words he wanted to say drifted away. The brothers sat in silence for a moment. Dean studied Sam and Sam studied his hands clutching at the thin motel blanket. Dean put his arm around Sam's shoulders and sighed again.
"Sammy…you're my brother and I love you. I'm sorry that damn thing messed with your mind."
"Me too." Dean patted his brother on the shoulder and stood.
"Well are you hungry? I'm going to go grab some breakfast."
"Yeah…please don't bring back anything too greasy." Dean flashed him a grin and opened the door.
"Oh…and Dean?" The older man stopped and turned in the doorway.
"Yeah?"
"I love you, too." Dean smiled and shut the door behind him.
