Disclaimer: Y'all should start reviewing stupid ways of me to say no… I'll stick 'em in here… 'cause these are getting stupidly annoying to think of.

A/N: I gotta stop posting these things at night. One day it'll be like eight in the morning and I'll just surprise the crap out of you all. Or I guess if some of you are in Australia reading this it's morning. Wait… I supposed that's pretty ignorant to think that y'all are literally from my time zone. Hmm… BeautifulAlly is dumb tonight I see. So not much to say about this one shot; it's a longer one, and a Wee-chester one because they're fun. It's also a (slightly) rarer story in that it doesn't actually have to do with anything supernatural… but the natural. Insert some brother fluff, (relatively) good-guy John and some suspense and you got this story! A little bit of a side note… the next story coming out (hopefully within the next four or so days… juggling it between some school work) is gonna be a bit of a special one as a salute to my 800th reviewer, so please stay tuned for that one! Until then, read and review!

Title: I Trust You Dean
Genre: Suspense!
Summary: Wee-chester! Dean is 11 and Sam is 7 when they are left alone in a motel after an upset John leaves to finish a hunt. Things go from bad to worse when a tornado siren suddenly goes off.

I Trust You Dean

"Dean Jonathan Winchester!"

There it was. The three names in a row. Dean kept the look of determined anger and stared down his father. After eleven years he had the look down… or so he thought. He was vaguely aware of his seven-year-old brother staring wide eyed from the far side of the room at one of the very rare arguments between John and his eldest boy. But after Dean had wandered off on the last hunt John had taken him on, and nearly gotten himself killed before losing the demon, he then furthermore argued the entire way back to the motel that it was the 'right move'. John was ready to wring his oldest boys neck.

"Dad, you can't—" Dean began.

"I can and will!" John interrupted, "When we—" he stopped and looked at youngest boys' face, "Sammy it's time for bed."

Sam frowned and spoke quietly, "Dad it's only six."

John sighed in frustration, "Than go to your room and read a book."

"But…" Sam didn't know how to say that he hadn't seen his Dad or brother all day and instead had spent it locked in the motel room watching the only channel they could pick up and so wanted to spend some time with them.

"Go Sam!"

Quietly Sam walked into the small room he shared with Dean and closed the door.

"When we are on a hunt," John continued at a quieter voice turning towards Dean, "You are to listen to everything that I say Dean."

"I had a shot Dad," Dean too was trying to keep his voice from slipping into his brother's room, "I'm not a kid."

"You're my kid Dean, and I need to trust you. Tonight you lost that," John could feel the anger bubbling up, "You acted like a child, so from now on you're back to doing research. When you've proven you can listen and be trusted again I'll bring you back out in the field."

"What?!" Dean cried, his face turning red, "Dad, that's bullsh-"

"Dean!"

"No!" Dean didn't care at that point who heard him, "I do so much, this isn't fair!"

John took a deep breath and ran a hand down his rough face, "I don't have time for this. I need to go finish this job." He looked pointedly at Dean, "Alone."

Without a second glance John grabbed the bag which he'd brought in seemingly only moments before and left. John had every intention of waiting until the next day to go out and finish the hunt; truthfully he was tired, and the adrenaline from almost losing Dean that afternoon was enough to count his blessing for the next twenty-four hours. But Dean's pre-teen attitude had been getting to John lately and he needed to get out on his own even for a few hours. Hopefully finish up the hunt quickly and then maybe they could all go out for dinner the next evening and spend some family time together.

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Dean sat on the couch staring confused at the tv with Sam on the floor looking through one of his books.

"Dean what does b-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l spell?" Sam frowned.

"Huh?" Dean looked down at his mop-topped brother.

Sam sighed and got up, "Here," he pointed to the word in his book, "What does this spell?"

"Oh," Dean looked, "It spells 'beautiful'."

"Thanks," Sam paused before returning to his spot on the floor, "why isn't the tv working? The channel was working earlier when you and Dad were gone."

Dean shook his head his in confusion, "I dunno. It was flickering a while ago, and now it's just static. Stupid reception."

Frustrated Dean got up and banged a solid hand to the top of the tv to no avail. A quick giggle of the bunny ears that stuck out of the top at haphazard angles proved to improve the reception little and finally Dean conceded and flicked the entertainment unit off.

"Well, looks like we get to entertain ourselves for the evening Sammy," Dean flopped onto the floor, "What 'cha want to do?"

"We can play action figures!" Sam's eyes brightened.

Dean smiled, "Sure. Why don't you go grab them."

The next half hour went by with the Winchester brother's playing on the stained carpeted floor a very animated action figure game. However even at a young age, Dean's newly honed hunter skills were picking up on the outside sounds which were increasing as time went on. At first it was the low distant rumble of thunder, then the inevitable splatter of rain that hit against the glass windows, and soon the wind began to pick up.

"There's a storm coming," Sam abruptly stated looking towards the window after a particularly vicious gust of wind knocked something around outside.

"I think it's already here Sam," Dean got to his feet and looked out the window.

Sam followed and looked out.

The orange streetlamps outside allowed them to see the nearly horizontal rain and the debris which was being thrown down the nearly abandon street. The rain which feel in sheets splattered against the windows, lit up by the lightening, and Dean could feel his heart beat steadily in his chest; he never liked storms very much.

"It's bad," Sam whispered, his breath fogging up the window.

"Naw… just a little thunder storm," Dean tried to sound reassuring, but could feel the quiver in his voice.

Without warning, a loud klunk hit against the window causing both boys let out a gasp and jump back. This was followed quickly by another and another and it took only a moment for Dean to realize that it was hail that had begun to fall down from the sky.

"Crap, Sam get away from the windows!" Dean grabbed his brother's arm and yanked him away.

"Dean, what do we do?" Sam clutched Dean's shirt in panic as the lights began to suddenly flicker and the sound of the wind and hail began to nearly drown out their voices.

Dean had no time to reply before the sound of a loud siren pierced the air. Both Winchester brothers had been born in Kansas and had lived in tornado alley most of their lives and knew immediately what the sound was simply from school tornado drills. This served no comfort though as they currently stood by themselves inside an old, nearly dilapidated motel.

"Dean!" Sam cried, "That's a tornado siren!"

"Bathroom Sam!" Dean shoved his brother towards the bathroom, remembering what he'd learned, "Get to the bathroom and into the tub!"

"Not without you!" Sam tried desperately to cling onto Dean's shirt as they heard a window smash from one of the bedrooms.

"I'll be right there Sammy, I promise," Dean pried his fingers away, "Now go!"

Dean only took a split second to make sure Sam was heading to the bathroom as he dashed to the bedroom him and Sam shared. Just as he made it there, the lights completely went out and the elder brother let out a cuss word he was sure his Dad would have given him and earful for. Using what little light came in from the window, Dean quickly grabbed the blankets from their beds along with the pillows and dashed back out and to the bathroom.

"Sam?" Dean called as he walked in.

"Here," Sam was standing trembling tentatively by the sink in the dark.

The noise was increasing, and quickly Dean slammed the door to the bathroom shut and was immediately grateful that there were no windows in their bathroom. Moving quickly and feeling like he was working against a ticking time bomb, Dean threw the pillows into the tub.

"Get in Sammy," Dean ordered.

Sam nodded and jumped in the tub. Swinging the blankets overtop of them, Dean got in after and protectively placed himself over top of his little brother with the blankets over them both. Nearly instantly after getting into position, the could hear the smashing of glass and crashing of other things throughout the building and Dean desperately clutched the blankets around them.

"Dean!" Sam cried out.

"It's okay, it's okay!" Dean let go with one hand and put it on Sam's head to protect him from the world collapsing around them.

If someone asked them later how many minutes passed, Dean wouldn't have been able to tell. But it was less than ten minutes later when all hell broke loose and the ground seemed to shake beneath them as the tornado destroyed what had been their temporary home.

Dean clutched Sam tight to him, holding his little brother's head to his chest, "It's okay Sammy, just hold on. It's gonna be alright."

"Dean…" Sam whimpered.

"Shh…" Dean brushed his hand through Sam's hair, "Just close your eyes. It'll all be over soon."

The sound was loud, and even with the blanket covering the two Winchesters, the debris which smashed into the bathroom and fell onto their hiding spot radiated pain through them. Dean did everything he could to protect his brother and prayed that the tornado would pass without kill them and that his Dad would be okay and he'd have the opportunity to say how sorry he was for yelling and he'd never be disobey again and—

"Dean…" Sam's small whisper interrupted Dean's internal promise, "Dean… is it over?"

Only at Sam's question did Dean notice that suddenly there didn't seem to be any more crashing and loud bangs. There was still the distinct sound of the siren wailing in the distance, but the crashes and the sound of destruction had stopped.

"I don't know Sam," slowly Dean pulled back the blanket a bit, "Just… stay here a minute. Don't move."

Carefully Dean got out of the tub and looked around. Everything was still dark, but what he could make out was eerily calm; much of the side of the motel was ripped apart and through the broken wall Dean could see the parking lot. The ceiling was barely holding up, and with a jolt he noticed that much of it had fallen in just barely missing the tub and where they'd been hiding. Walking closer to the opening into the outside world Dean saw people were walking around, and that it appeared that much of the worst seemed to be over.

"Sammy," Dean turned to look back, "You can come out."

Sam peeked out and pulled himself slowly out of the tub.

"Are you alright?" Dean asked as his brother slowly walked through the broken wood and glass, "Are you hurt at all?"

Sam swallowed hard, "I don't think so. How about you?"

Dean hugged his brother tightly, "I'm okay Sam."

Sam moved back and wiped the tears from his eyes, "We gotta find Dad."

Dean nodded and breathed through his own tears, "We will."

Carefully Dean helped his brother through the opening in the wall. Together the two made their way into the parking lot where the commotion of people had significantly grown. The tornado siren had stopped, but was now replaced by ambulance, police and fire sirens, and it was all Dean could do to keep his hand around Sam's hand and keep his brother beside him as they weaved in and around the people who panicked around them.

"Dean should we talk to the police?" Sam asked quietly ten minutes later.

"Umm," Dean could feel his heartbeat quickening as he looked around at everything, "Maybe wait a little longer Sammy. They're all busy with everyone who's hurt. If Dad's looking for us, he's gonna start looking for us here."

"If?"

Damn Sam and his keen hearing!

"I mean if he's realized the tornado hit where the motel was," Dean quickly clarified, "He may not even realize something is wrong yet."

Sam just nodded and continued to hold onto Dean's hand. It was nearly twenty minutes later that Dean heard the distinct rumble of the Impala. He'd know the sound anywhere, and instinctively he swung his head around. It only took a moment to spot the black car pulling in through the rubble-strewn parking lot.

"It's Dad!" Dean grinned.

Sam's eyes popped open wide, "Dad!"

The car was stopped about thirty feet away and John stepped out. Dean had seen his Dad go through many emotions in his eleven years, but the pure relief the came across John Winchester's face at the sight of his boys standing alive in what looked like a war zone was something that was new to the eldest sibling.

"Dean… Sam…" John choked.

"Dad!" Sam cried out running the distance.

John bent down slightly and grabbed his youngest in a hug that lifted him off his feet. Sam held onto his Dad and took in the smell of the familiar leather jacket and cologne that the brothers got him every birthday and Christmas. Sobbing slightly, John squeezed his eyes tight against the tears and folded Sam's small body against his in a way that he hadn't done since the boy had been four.

"Sammy…" John swallowed the lump in his throat, "Sammy are you okay?"

Sam mutely nodded in his Dad's jacket.

Dean didn't even notice the tears that had begun to come down his cheeks as he made it to them, "Dad…"

John smiled, "Dean."

Carefully John placed Sam down on the ground and pulled Dean close for a hug. Dean tried hard to hold himself together and was proud of himself for lasting exactly two seconds before mimicking his little brother and collapsing into his Dad's familiar smelling jacket and holding tight. John's hand rubbed his back reassuringly and Dean was vaguely aware of him saying something but wasn't sure what it was as his whole body trembled with the release of the entire night's adrenaline.

"Shh, Dean…" John's voice finally broke through.

"I'm sorry Dad," Dean finally mumbled into his Dad's jacket, still not wanting to let go, "I'm so sorry for what I said and for what I did, and- "

"Hey," John pulled Dean back so he could look into his son's face, "Just breath for a minute dude."

Dean took a deep, shaking breath.

"Were you hurt Dean?" John asked the most important question on his mind as he held onto his son's shoulder.

Dean shook his head, "No sir."

John smiled, "Than nothing else matters. You and Sammy are okay and that's all I care about."

"But this morning," Dean shook his head stubbornly, "I shouldn't've…"

"Dean, it's okay I promise," John interrupted again as he pulled Dean into another hug, "We'll call this your one get out of jail free card for your pre-teen years."

Dean laughed and then looked over his little brother, "You good Sammy?"

Sam ran his hand over his running nose, "Yeah I'm good."

John put an arm around each of his boys and began to slowly walk towards the car; relishing in the moment he'd feared would never happen again, "You boys mean the world to me, I can't believe you both made it out of there okay."

Sam leaned into his Dad, "As soon as we heard the sirens and that, Dean knew what to do. He brought us to the bathroom and we hid in there."

Dean laughed, "You'd be proud Dad; I think that was the quickest Sammy's ever gotten into the tub before…"

John echoed the laugh loudly and shook his head. Once at the car Sam gave a last quick hug to his Dad before climbing into the backseat of the Impala; not realizing how much he'd missed the feel of the vehicle which some days he dreaded sitting in for hours on end.

"Dean…" John stopped the eldest from getting into the front passenger side.

"Yeah?"

John felt a lump in his throat as he placed a hand on the eleven year-old's face, "I'm sorry son."

Dean scrunched up his face, "For what Dad?"

John felt a single tear roll down his cheek as he looked into the backseat of the car where Sam was playing with one of his action figures, "I do trust you."

The End.