AN: another supernatural thing. This one is not GT. Idk, it's really late here O_o and I really REALLY needed some fluff...brooooooohuuuuuuuuugzzzzzzzzzz \(;n;)/
It was over. It was finally over. Sam breathed a sigh of relief. His legs felt dead. All Sam wanted to do now was collapse somewhere and sleep for a million years.
But he couldn't.
Though the danger had passed, they still had wounds to clean. He had to be strong. For Dean.
"Dean-"
It was only then did Sam notice. Notice the look on his brother's face. It made him freeze in icy cold fear. Clawing pain shot through his heart at the look on Dean's face. His face contorted from all kinds of pain.
"Dean! Are you alright?"
Sam hurried to his side, but Dean only stumbled further away.
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine Sam." His voice was gruff, shaky, broken. Sam wanted to cry because of it.
However, physically, he was fine. Sam scanned him from head to toe and he didn't seem to be suffering from anything worse than minor cuts and bruises. Well, at least there was that.
"Look, you don't have to-"
"Just, stop it!" Now his back was turned, Sam couldn't see his face anymore. "I-I can't-Sammy, what the hell happened here?!"
His voice was barely steady now.
With his heart breaking, Sam took a cautious step forward. Then another. And finally another until he stood right behind his older brother.
"It's okay, Dean. We did what we had to do."
Dean turned around suddenly and Sam's eyes widened in surprise. His brother's face was streaked with tears. His face was a mask of pain and sorrow.
"What we /had/ to do?!" Anger mixed with the anguish. "Look around Sam, is this what we had to do?"
To this, Sam had no reply. Instead, his own eyes filled with tears as he watched his brother.
Dean shook his head at his speechless brother. "How many, Sam? How many are dead because of us?" He croaked, hoping he would never actually know the answer to that question.
For a moment, Sam felt paralyzed. Here his brother was suffering, and he wasn't doing a thing about it. He was afraid, though. Almost too afraid to reach out. But the look on Dean's face, that was enough.
And so, without a word, Sam wrapped an arm around Dean's shoulders.
He felt the older Winchester tense up, but he didn't let go. For a while, Sam watched Dean struggle to contain himself. But he wasn't /that/ strong, and soon the walls cracked. His defenses dropped like stones.
And Dean wept.
Yes, you read that right. He broke down completely. His legs could no longer support him and he fell to his knees. Sam followed him down, wrapping his other arm around him and pulling him closer.
That night, Dean cried into Sam's shoulder. All the pain, the loss, the sacrifice, the overwhelming responsibility was raging inside of him.
That night, Sam held him close. That night, he never wanted Sam to let go.
The feeling was mutual. After all, Sam was crying too. And Dean was holding onto him just as tightly...