Sam and Dean – Brotherly Love
If it bleeds you can kill it.
If it bleeds you can kill it.
If it bleeds you can kill it.
Sam chanted it over and over, whether he said it in his head or out loud was unknown to him. He was a grown man but he found himself shaking and terrified like a little boy all over again. And, just like when he was little, he was still counting on his big brother. He threw a punch at the makeup covered face in front of him and aimed a kick at the one behind. Dean's words rang through his head and he grabbed his gun.
He fired at the laughing clown in front of him twice… and nothing happened. At least, not what he expected. Glitter showered from where the bullet hole should be The clown went silent, looked down at his chest, realized nothing was wrong and began laughing mockingly at Sam. The younger Winchester's blood ran cold.
It didn't bleed.
Sam felt true fear building in his stomach. Dean hadn't told him what to do if that didn't work! The clown knocked the gun from his hand the two of them began beating the shit out of him, it was only when he was flung onto a car did he manage to regain some sort of control. Grabbing a piece of iron, he swung at the brightly clothed terrors.
One of them fell back and Sam smacked the other across the face before dropping the iron and beginning to run. He checked behind him hurriedly every now and then, before coming face to face in a dead end. He turned around to run somewhere else, but the two clowns stood in front of him.
One knocked him to his knees and they stood staring down at him, hideous grins on their faces. Sam felt true horror and he began to shake. He curled himself up into a ball, tears leaking from his eyes, unable to control his emotions. He was going to die.
The clowns laughed and ran at him and he didn't know if he screamed or not, but suddenly, something shimmery sprinkled over him and he found himself covered in glitter, the two clowns gone. But something seemed to have snapped inside of him and he lay curled up on the ground, unable to move, crying softly.
Dean ran from the damp room after managing to get the crazy man under control, getting rid of the killer children amusements. He ran outside, looking around. "Sammy?" he called. He searched until seeing a rusty door swinging open.
Running inside, he called out again or his little brother. He heard soft whimpers and went silent, listening for the sound again.
"Dean…" a soft voice whispered, broken and hurt. Sammy! He ran, panicking, trying to find him; he hadn't Sam like that since he was little. He stopped, looking down a dark dead end, making out the outline of something huddled on the floor.
"Sammy?" he called, softer now. An answering sniff reached his ears and he ran to his brother, dropping to his knees.
"Dean… there were two of them… and they kept grinning and laughing… they didn't bleed Dean, they didn't bleed!" Sam shook, remembering their horrible faces. Dean pulled Sam to him and wrapped his arms around his shaking little brother.
"Shh, Sammy, it's okay, they're gone now, you're safe…" he crooned softly, stroking Sam's too-long hair.
Sam whimpered into Dean's shirt, sniffing and Dean felt a few warm tears soak through the thin black undershirt.
"They disappeared… into glitter. You did that, didn't you Dean?"
"Of course I did Sammy, you know your big brother would always handle it. I'll always keep you safe, no matter what it is, I'll take care of it. Shh…"
Dean held Sam close to him, rocking him and stroking him, his heart pounding at seeing Sam like this. He could only remember the last time Sam ran to Dean for comfort and a hug and that was when he was little and had a nightmare from one of Dad's hunts and he'd come crawling into Dean's bed.
Sam's soft sobs slowly reduced until the only thing that made a sound was Dean's soft, soothing cooing into his little brother's ear. Sam's fingers were turning white from the clutch he had on his brother's shirt and he felt his breathing even out as Dean crooned in his ear, relaxing into the soft stroke of the pads of Dean's fingers on his scalp.
Dean held Sam until he felt Sam's breathing gradually become slower and he maneuvered his brother as gently as possible before he could fall asleep like that. Taking most of his weight on himself, he walked him outside and set him in the passenger seat, hating to rouse him from his doze so they could get inside when they arrived at the motel. Sam collapsed on the bed and Dean took off his shoes and jacket, covering him with the blanket before getting into bed himself.
Halfway through the night, he was woken up by his little brother crawling into his bed and he wrapped him up in his arms, despite the fact their limbs hung off the edges and the bed groaned alarmingly at the added weight, hugging Sam to his chest and his little brother's heart rate from the nightmare he had slowly evened out and they fell asleep together.