Hey, guys! I've been obsessed with Supernatural for many many years and even tried drabbling in it years ago but have never posted. I recently re-picked up my obsession and began rewatching the entire show, which inspired me to write a couple fics about Sam and Dean's wonderful brotherly bond :D

I don't intend for this to be wincest, but if that's what floats your boat then be my guest *shrug*

Hope you enjoy!

The motel room is bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp, casting a warm ambiance over the small space. Sam sits on the floor next to Dean's bed with his back leaning against the wall, while Dean sleeps soundly.

Their latest hunt is sitting like a leaden weight on his chest. While they had been successful in the end, no more innocent people had been killed, he simply can't shake the nausea that swirls in his stomach at how close the demon had been, how it had slipped like smooth sand through his fingers.

After sitting silently in the same spot for hours, he finds that nothing is soothing his inner turmoil. Suddenly, he reaches out, gently lifting his brother's arm and draping it over his shoulder, drawing comfort from the warmth of his touch.

Dean stirs from his sleep, his eyes fluttering open to find Sam sitting beside him on the floor. Concern flickers in his gaze as he takes in the troubled expression on the younger's face.

"What are you doing down there, Sammy?" he murmurs, his voice heavy with sleep but laced with concern.

Sam hesitates, unsure how to carefully articulate his thoughts, without causing a chick flick moment, of course. Lord knows Dean wouldn't be too happy to be woken up by a sappy waterfall of emotions. "Just... couldn't sleep," he admits quietly.

Dean sits up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Come on, man. You know you don't have to sleep on the floor like some kind of weirdo."

Sam offers a small, grateful smile, feeling a sense of relief wash over him at the elder's words. "I just… needed to be close to you, I guess."

Dean's expression softens, a warm fondness lighting up his features as he reaches out to ruffle Sam's hair. "You're an idiot, you know that? Come here."

With a gentle tug, he pulls Sam up from the floor, guiding him onto the bed beside him. Sam settles against the pillows, feeling the warmth of Dean's body next to his own, the steady rhythm of his brother's heartbeat a comforting presence in the darkness.

"Dean, I…" Sam begins, his voice faltering as he struggles to find the words to express the depth of his gratitude.

Dean wraps an arm around Sam's shoulders, pulling him close. "Hey, none of that chick flick crap, okay? But next time you can't sleep, just let me know. I'll make an exception for you, Sammy."

Sam chuckles softly, feeling the tension in his chest begin to ease at Dean's words. "Thanks. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Dean squeezes Sam's shoulder, his gaze softening. "You don't have to worry about that. I'm not going anywhere. Not now, not ever."

With Dean's arm around him and the warmth of his brother's embrace enveloping him, he clings tightly, his body trembling slightly as he holds on. The elder feels Sam's desperation and wraps his other arm around him, pulling him even closer.

As they settle into a comfortable silence, Dean rests his chin on top of the mop of hair beneath him, their bond unspoken but unbreakable. He can feel Sam's tension slowly melting away, his breathing growing steadier as he clutches onto his brother.

Dean continues to hold Sam close, his touch gentle and reassuring. And though the room is filled with nothing but silence, he allows his fingertips dancing lightly across the back of his brother's head to be a soothing presence in the darkness.

Sam clings even tighter to Dean, his grip unyielding, as if afraid to let go. Dean responds by tightening his hold, his arms a protective cocoon around his brother.

"You're okay, Sammy," he murmurs softly. "I've got you. I'm here."

Not long after crawling into the bed, Sam finally succumbs to his exhaustion, his body still pressed tightly against Dean's, who watches over him with unwavering devotion. The greatest comfort of all.

Morning sunlight filters through the thin curtains of the motel room, casting bright rays of sun on the two beds. Dean wakes up first, blinking sleepily as he takes in his surroundings. He looks over to see Sam still asleep, his head resting on his shoulder, their legs tangled together.

Dean smiles faintly, remembering the events of the night before. He hadn't realized just how much Sam had needed that comfort. Carefully, so as not to wake him, Dean adjusts his position, but Sam stirs, groaning softly as he wakes.

He opens his eyes, blinking up at Dean. Realization dawns on his face, and he quickly sits up, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Uh, morning," he mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

Dean stretches, making a show of yawning dramatically. "Morning, Sammy. Sleep well?"

Sam bites his lip, clearly feeling self-conscious. "Yeah, uh, thanks. Sorry about last night. I didn't mean to, you know, cling like that."

Dean smirks, shaking his head. "Hey, no big deal. I knew you were a hugger, but damn, you were hanging on like a monkey."

Sam's face reddens further, and he looks down, avoiding Dean's eyes. "I just... had a bad dream. It was stupid."

Dean's expression softens, the teasing fading to a more serious, affectionate tone. "It's not stupid."

Sam glances up, meeting Dean's eyes, and sees the sincerity there. The elder ruffles his hair, earning a half-hearted swat from his brother.

"Seriously, though, Sammy. You need me, I'm there. Anytime, anywhere. Got it?"

Sam nods, feeling a bit of the embarrassment melt away. "Yeah, I got it."

Dean grins, the teasing tone back in his voice. "Good. Just don't make a habit of hogging the bed. I need my beauty sleep."

Sam laughs, feeling lighter than he has in days. "Sure, Dean. I'll try to control myself."

Dean gives him a playful shove. "You do that. Now, get up. We've got a long day ahead, and I'm starving."

As they get ready for the day, Sam feels a warm sense of reassurance. The comfort Dean has given him, and the underlying message that he is never a burden, fills him with a renewed sense of strength. No matter how tough things get, he knows his brother will always be there for him.

Dean throws on his brown leather jacket and grabs the keys to the Impala. As they head out the door, he slings an arm around Sam's shoulders. "Come on, Sammy. Let's get some breakfast. And remember, you ever need to cling to your big brother again, don't hesitate. Just maybe don't drool on me next time."

Sam rolls his eyes but can't help the smile that tugs at his lips. "Deal."

With that, they step out into the morning sun, ready to face whatever the day has in store, knowing they have each other's backs. And for Sam, that makes all the difference.