MY Superhero

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Summary: Superhero: A figure, especially in a comic strip or cartoon, endowed with superhuman powers and usually portrayed as fighting evil or crime. Aka. Dean. Dean was MY superhero

Set After: Pre-Season 1

Disclaimer: I don't own it, if I did, the Impala would be alive!.

A/n: Sorry it took so long, I've been stressed out so much.

In this section of the story, Sam is 7, Dean is 11… it will be changing throughout the story though, so pay attention…

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"DEAN!"

I was terrified. I was more than terrified. I was beginning to shake as the large wolf-like being came closer and closer to me, almost as if it was taunting me. I was seven. I was too young to die! But my entire life was flashing in front of me as the wolf snarled and came closer and closer.

"Dad!"

Even at the age of seven, I wasn't the normal seven year old. I didn't have many friends, I didn't play on the playground like other kids. But I had my brother. And that was better than everything else.

"DEAN!"

The wolf snarled again, advancing towards me. If I could have run, I would have been too scared to. But I couldn't even do that. I was backed up against a cliff. As the wolf got closer and closer, I finally realized what I was up against. Even though daddy told me not to be scared of wild animals, this wasn't a wild animal.

It was a werewolf. Don't ask me how I could tell, I don't know, it was just this feeling I had.

"D-D-Dean…"

My voice grew shakier and shakier as the beast got closer and closer, I could almost feeling it breathing on me. I could smell its breath.

"DEAN!"

My knees slowly gave out and I sank the short distance to the ground, shaking and trembling. I had dropped the knife daddy gave me, but I was even too scared to use it. Tears were slowly beginning to make their way down my face. "Dad…. Dean…" They weren't coming out as shouting pleas of help, but small, almost non-existent whimpers. The werewolf was now just a yard away from me, continuing its taunting. My eyes forced themselves shut, as if not wanting to see death coming for me, but I could sense it. I didn't want to see my impending doom.

Then the sudden, loud sounds of gunshots broke into my world. I was still shaking horribly, still scared that that wasn't Dean, that that wasn't dad. That these were going to be my last seconds.

I heard another two gunshots, this time causing me to jump slightly, but not move from my position.

"Sammy…"

It sounded like Dean.

"Sammy, you okay?"

My eyes opened just a little bit and saw the familiar greenish-orbs. My eyes closed again as my arms latched around Dean's neck.

"You okay Sam?" Dean asked again, as I felt him slowly lifting me up. It must have been hard for him, I could barely move. I was still terrified.

"Sammy, answer me…"

"I'm okay…" I answered, my voice shaky and small. I was better now. Now that Dean was here. I was always better when Dean was there.

Always.

"Dean, you find him?" I heard my dad's voice calling out. Oh no. I knew I was going to be in so much trouble for getting lost. For not standing up for myself.

"Yeah!" Dean shouted back. I still was latched onto Dean, almost for dear life.

"Is he okay?"

"I think so!"

His voice got quieter, I knew dad was closer.

I subconsciously tightened my grip on Dean. He… he saved my life.

As Dean stopped moving, I knew that dad was right there, everything was silent except for the wind slightly blowing. I started shaking slightly as I felt my grip being forced away from Dean. I tried even harder to hold on, but I was soon looking right into my dad's eyes.

I couldn't even look him in the eye.

"Are you okay Sam?" my dad asked.

I looked down at the ground, and didn't answer.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you Sam…" dad said, trying to sound like he was in charge, I knew it, but he sounded more worried.

I think I relaxed slightly and looked up at him and nodded.

"I think he's just a bit shaken up…" Dean said.

Dad nodded and looked down at Dean. "And the werewolf…"

Dean looked down.

"Dean…" Daddy sounded scary again.

"Dead…" Dean said, still not looking at dad.

"Dean, what did I tell you…"

"It was gonna kill Sammy dad! What was I supposed to do?" Dean snapped. That had me shocked. Dean never spoke back to daddy. Ever.

My eyes focused on Dean, who after his little outburst looked back down.

Dad sighed. "Its fine… let's just… let's get out of here…"

Dean nodded as dad looked at me. "Now you can walk, right young man?"

I forced a small smile and nodded as he slowly set me down. I immediately walked over to Dean. It was weird. I was more comfortable around Dean than around dad. Dad scared me.

Dean smiled slightly at me and began walking. I was right next to him.

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It seemed like the longest ride ever, getting from the forest to the hotel room, and from the hotel room to get showered, and then into bed.

I sat down on the bed I shared with Dean as Dean got himself cleaned up, watching TV. But I wasn't really watching it. I couldn't pay attention at all. I know it sounds babyish, but I was still scared. Scared that the same thing could happen and Dean wouldn't be there.

I continued to stare blankly at the television screen, not taking in a single thing that was happening, and soon I found myself drifting to sleep.

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I woke up not to long later, tucked under the covers, my head resting on the pillow, the lights were out. It must have been longer than I thought I had been asleep. But I didn't feel rested.

It didn't even feel like I had been asleep at all.

I rolled over to face the other direction and ended up looking right into Dean's eyes. They were open.

I quickly pretended to be asleep again, but I knew Dean caught me. "Can't sleep?" he asked slowly.

I shook my head. It wasn't that I couldn't sleep, it was that I had woken up. He chuckled quietly. "You should get back to sleep…" he said after a bit of silence.

I nodded slightly. "D-d-dean…" I said, my voice small and shaky. I sounded like I was four, not seven.

"What?" Dean asked.

"Thanks…" I managed to get out.

"For what?" Dean asked, another slightly chuckle.

"Saving my life…" I responded, almost no emotion to my voice. It was once again, me thinking, I could have died if it wasn't for Dean.

Dean chuckled one last time. "That's what big brothers are for Sammy… that's what big brothers do…"

He pulled me into a somewhat awkward, yet still very comforting hug as sleep slowly sucked me back in… Dean's words still echoing in my mind.

"That's what big brothers are for Sammy… that's what big brothers do…"

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A/n: Once again, I apologize that it took so long, I've been a bit stressed out lately with course selection and AP work and being forced to find a second job for the summer (kill me now).

I'll hopefully have the next chapter up soon, but this weekend is full with fun goodness…

Thanks to my reviewers: RavynJensen, L.C. Brotherton, Master Li, PabloDivaRidesAgain, TuffaChica, Bethank 16.

As for the whole Dean thing. That wont be addressed again for a while… so Dean isn't technically dead in this story.

cheers for Not-Dead-Dean

Now please review:D