Dean had calmed down and was tiredly resisting the urge to lean against Sam. It wasn't late per say, but the day had started rough and the antibiotics Sam had practically shoved down Deans throat made his eye lids drop. His ribs ached, his arm was itchy inside the cast, and his chest ached with loss.
"We should continue this conversation in the morning," Sam said, seeing his brothers exhaustion. "Jody, thank you. We can sleep in the Impa-"
"Don't finish that sentence. A guest room with two beds downstairs all ready and prepared. Have you eaten?"
"No," Sam shook his head. "But you don't have to bother."
"We have leftovers," Claire piped up. "Spaghetti and meatballs."
Sam smiled. "That sounds wonderful. Thanks." He wrapped an arm around Dean who was slumping back against the couch. "I'm gonna take my brother downstairs." He nudged Dean. "Hey sleeping beauty," he teased.
"Shut up Sammy," Dean said. "I'm awake." He winced as his sat up. "Ribs," he said in response to Jody's worried noise.
"Okay. If they keep bothering you I can bring down some beers," she said.
Sam laughed. "He has to be sober for two months. Doctors orders."
Alex yawned. "Whatever. I'm going up to bed. G'Night."
Claire smiled and said, "Dean. I dunno what it's worth but you and Cas, it's fine with me. I mean, it's a little weird to have someone in love with an angel wearing your dad as a meat suit. But it's fine. Night." She followed Alex.
"You know what?" Sam said. "I think you should turn in Jody, you're exhausted. We aren't that hungry but thanks." Dean mutely shook his head but forced a smile that came out more like a grimace.
"Whatever you boys say," Jody said, clapping Sam on the back. "Make yourselves at home."
Five minutes later Sam had jumped in the shower and Dean lay on one of the beds. He was looking at the ceiling, no thoughts, no emotions, just a plain white ceiling with four walls and a window with blue drapes.
The same color as Cas' eyes.
Dean rolled over onto his stomach, huffing was his ribs protested, and buried his face into a pillow. He could still feel the blue curtains staring at him.
When Sam emerged, clad in a tee shirt and sweats, hair messy and toweled off, he found his brother sprawled out on the bed closest to the door. He froze for a second, reassuring himself Dean was, in fact, breathing. Sam had known his brother all his life, had looked up to him for years. He knew that Dean was scared. In the irregular pattern of his breathing and the way his hands clenched the pillow and how his right leg kept twitching, all of these plus more spelt out that Dean was having a nightmare. Sam sat down next to him, realizing his brother was muttering something.
Sam bent down to listen, at first only hearing unintelligible words. Then Dean started thrashing, his screams tore through the still house like a spear through a body, sharp and sudden. "Amara no!" he screamed. "Cas! Sammy no don't! No!" His eyes were shut tightly, his limbs thrashing.
"Hey, hey. Dean, wake up. It's okay." Sam gathered his brother up against him, gently lying down with his big brother still in his arms, shaking and muttering. "Dean, you're okay," he soothed.
A light flipped on in the hallway and Jody appeared. "He okay?" she asked, her face soften the when she saw Dean resting against his brother. "Good," she whispered. "He's real lucky to have you Sam."
Sam only nodded, hoping she perceived the gesture as a thank you. He one handedly pulled the blankets up around they, snuggling close to Dean.
It took about a half hour for Dean to calm down enough for Sam to slip out and back into his own bed, only to be woken by another bout of screaming. At the end of the night, Sam's bed was not slept in once and Dean never once cried out in his sleep again that night.
AN: Hi guys! I didn't have a lot of time so this is really short sorry! I promise the next ones will be longer. Please review if you like and I'll update faster! Thanks!
Update on Angst levels: gonna be a shit ton on Lucifer angst coming up bc I can
