Words: 247
Author: oureleventhhour
Prompt: L for Loud
Summary: Everything was too loud, but one voice always breaks through no matter how long it takes.
Au: Sam's got PTSD and Dean's got a job; aka: I'll Take Care of You 'verse
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Sam
Loud. Everything was too loud.
His eyes were closed, blocking out the blinding light that made him want to claw his eyes out. Sam distantly heard someone talking, but he couldn't make it out. It was all mumbling compared to the loud whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, bam, slam going on in his head.
Right now, nothing existed outside of the noises and occasional flash of red light despite having his eyes shut. After what felt like a lifetime, the mumbling became clear.
"It's okay, Sammy, I'm here."
And, somehow, Sam knew everything was going to be okay. Those five simple words gave him enough strength to fight against the whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, bam, slam on replay in his skull.
Dean
He wasn't even sure Sam could hear him, usually all Dean had to do was say several words of comfort and just like that the younger Winchester would calm down a little. Said younger Winchester was currently curled into a ball on the couch beside Dean, eyes shut and hands covering his ears. How someone so big could seem so small was a mystery to Dean.
"It's okay, Sammy, I'm here." he said soothingly, laying a hand on his brother's shoulder. Once when Dean had tried to physically comfort his brother the man had ended up with a punch in the face and a kick in the stomach, so Dean was careful not to startle Sam.
Almost as if a switch had been flipped, Sam stopped covering his ears.