Sam looked up, his eyes bleeding out terror as he stared at the waitress taking another customers order.
Dean briefly flicked his gaze toward her but found her non-threatening. “It's going to be alright. You hear me?” Dean accentuated his words when he squeezed Sam's shoulder, making Sam break his gaze away from the waitress and focus on him. Sam nodded but he didn't appear to be too sure.
Dean was going to let it go for now though, especially when the waitress came back and handed over their orders in a crumbled brown bag.
“Here you go. That'll be 15.95 please.”
Dean handed her over some crumbled bills and told her to keep the change as he steered his brother out the door. On the way out though, a young couple was busy walking in which caused them to collide with Sam.
Dean felt as if he was watching a train go off.
His brother flinched violently, a hurt sound escaping his throat as he teetered.
The young couple gawked at the sight, not quite believing what they were seeing.
Dean wasn't sure he was either.
“Sammy!” Dean barked loudly, hoping to get the kid to stop panting like he was having an asthma attack.
Sam didn't respond just kept shaking and trembling, doing his best to hide his large frame as he bent over, his face almost kissing the pavement.
“Damnit Sam.” Dean marched over to his brother and grasped onto his shoulders, yanking him up.
“Sam? Sammy! Hey Sammy look at me. No look at me!” Dean grasped Sam's face with his hands and waited until Sam's eyes focused on him.
They were blown wide with fear but when Dean started coaxing him to calm down and breathe, Sam began to settle. Shakily exhaling air as he clutched tightly to Dean's arms.
“That's it tiger nice and slow.”
Once Sam didn't look like he was about to fall over, Dean let go. Sam shakily breathed out a quick 'Sorry' whether for him or the absent young couple who hurried inside when Dean started to yell.
Dean stared at their dinner, long dropped on the ground so he could better attend to Sam and sighed. “There goes that 15.00 dollars.”
“Sorry Dean I-I just sorry.” Sam stuttered, still clutching tightly to Dean's arm.
“It's alright. Let's just head back ok? I think I need a shower, you have me sweating bullets.”
Sam nodded shakily as Dean began walking the short block back to their motel. Noticing Sam never let go of his arm.
Closing the motel room softly, Dean had to get Sam to unlatch for a few minutes so he could strip out of his sweaty clothes to take a shower.
Dean wouldn't like to admit it but taking care of Sam was hard work sometimes, especially after the wall fell. He found himself needing to take multiple showers a day just from sweat alone, that didn't account for all the stress that he needed a hot shower to relax away either.
“Sammy I'm going to hit the shower, ok? Stay right here. I'll be out in a few.”
Sam was sitting on the bed, hands fiddling with his jeans as he stared at Dean.
“Okay?”
“Ye-ess okay.”
Dean sighed. “Okay.”
Staring at Sam for a few more moments, Dean sighed and went into the bathroom.
The hot water pounded down on his aching muscles, making him sigh in relief. His heart was still hammering from Sam's earlier freak out but all he could think about was if he stopped Castiel none of this would of happened. If he protected Sam more. Done anything he could have saved his brother this pain.
Dean wasn't sure how long he was in the shower, but it couldn't have been more than five minutes when the bathroom door opened.
Dean frowned and peeked around the curtain. “Sammy?”
Sam was stark naked, pale skin glowing in the flickering light. He looked nervous as he stepped in the shower with him.
It's been awhile since they've taken a shower together. In fact a long while since they did anything more than messy hand jobs or brief kisses.
As soon as Sam hit the shower he latched onto Dean, wet skin sliding against his own making his cock twitch in interest. “Sammy?” Dean asked again, pulling back to see his brother's face.
“I-I don't want to be alone.” Sam admitted softly, trying to get a good handle on Dean, as if he might disappear any minute.
“Sammy....” Dean sighed, heart breaking again. This wasn't anything sexual, Dean's beginning hard on eased as soon as Sam flashed him that vulnerable look he's been wearing ever since it happened.
“It's alright kiddo.” Dean sighed, pulling Sam into a brief hug, softly rubbing his wet back up and down. “Besides I needed someone to reach my back anyway.”
Sam snorted softly and Dean felt as if they might be able to make it after all.
I'll throw in another vote for "Tiger"! And the "kiddo" at the end was perfection.
I loved Dean slowly realizing how bad it was, and then finally abandoning the food to attend to Sam.
And that shower scene was so fantastic. Dean getting excited by the mere idea of being in the shower with him, and then immediately putting Sam first and offering up some humor to relax his clingy, nervous brother.
Sam looked up, his eyes bleeding out terror as he stared at the waitress taking another customers order.
Dean briefly flicked his gaze toward her but found her non-threatening. “It's going to be alright. You hear me?” Dean accentuated his words when he squeezed Sam's shoulder, making Sam break his gaze away from the waitress and focus on him. Sam nodded but he didn't appear to be too sure.
Dean was going to let it go for now though, especially when the waitress came back and handed over their orders in a crumbled brown bag.
“Here you go. That'll be 15.95 please.”
Dean handed her over some crumbled bills and told her to keep the change as he steered his brother out the door. On the way out though, a young couple was busy walking in which caused them to collide with Sam.
Dean felt as if he was watching a train go off.
His brother flinched violently, a hurt sound escaping his throat as he teetered.
The young couple gawked at the sight, not quite believing what they were seeing.
Dean wasn't sure he was either.
“Sammy!” Dean barked loudly, hoping to get the kid to stop panting like he was having an asthma attack.
Sam didn't respond just kept shaking and trembling, doing his best to hide his large frame as he bent over, his face almost kissing the pavement.
“Damnit Sam.” Dean marched over to his brother and grasped onto his shoulders, yanking him up.
“Sam? Sammy! Hey Sammy look at me. No look at me!” Dean grasped Sam's face with his hands and waited until Sam's eyes focused on him.
They were blown wide with fear but when Dean started coaxing him to calm down and breathe, Sam began to settle. Shakily exhaling air as he clutched tightly to Dean's arms.
“That's it tiger nice and slow.”
Once Sam didn't look like he was about to fall over, Dean let go. Sam shakily breathed out a quick 'Sorry' whether for him or the absent young couple who hurried inside when Dean started to yell.
Dean stared at their dinner, long dropped on the ground so he could better attend to Sam and sighed. “There goes that 15.00 dollars.”
“Sorry Dean I-I just sorry.” Sam stuttered, still clutching tightly to Dean's arm.
“It's alright. Let's just head back ok? I think I need a shower, you have me sweating bullets.”
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Sam nodded shakily as Dean began walking the short block back to their motel. Noticing Sam never let go of his arm.
Closing the motel room softly, Dean had to get Sam to unlatch for a few minutes so he could strip out of his sweaty clothes to take a shower.
Dean wouldn't like to admit it but taking care of Sam was hard work sometimes, especially after the wall fell. He found himself needing to take multiple showers a day just from sweat alone, that didn't account for all the stress that he needed a hot shower to relax away either.
“Sammy I'm going to hit the shower, ok? Stay right here. I'll be out in a few.”
Sam was sitting on the bed, hands fiddling with his jeans as he stared at Dean.
“Okay?”
“Ye-ess okay.”
Dean sighed. “Okay.”
Staring at Sam for a few more moments, Dean sighed and went into the bathroom.
The hot water pounded down on his aching muscles, making him sigh in relief. His heart was still hammering from Sam's earlier freak out but all he could think about was if he stopped Castiel none of this would of happened. If he protected Sam more. Done anything he could have saved his brother this pain.
Dean wasn't sure how long he was in the shower, but it couldn't have been more than five minutes when the bathroom door opened.
Dean frowned and peeked around the curtain. “Sammy?”
Sam was stark naked, pale skin glowing in the flickering light. He looked nervous as he stepped in the shower with him.
It's been awhile since they've taken a shower together. In fact a long while since they did anything more than messy hand jobs or brief kisses.
As soon as Sam hit the shower he latched onto Dean, wet skin sliding against his own making his cock twitch in interest. “Sammy?” Dean asked again, pulling back to see his brother's face.
“I-I don't want to be alone.” Sam admitted softly, trying to get a good handle on Dean, as if he might disappear any minute.
“Sammy....” Dean sighed, heart breaking again. This wasn't anything sexual, Dean's beginning hard on eased as soon as Sam flashed him that vulnerable look he's been wearing ever since it happened.
“It's alright kiddo.” Dean sighed, pulling Sam into a brief hug, softly rubbing his wet back up and down. “Besides I needed someone to reach my back anyway.”
Sam snorted softly and Dean felt as if they might be able to make it after all.
The End
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Also, dude, we were of the same mind! I almost titled the prompt I filled for you Humpty Dumpty,
*grin*
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Humpty Dumpty was too easy of an title to pass up, since I'm terrible at titles! Ha.
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I loved Dean slowly realizing how bad it was, and then finally abandoning the food to attend to Sam.
And that shower scene was so fantastic. Dean getting excited by the mere idea of being in the shower with him, and then immediately putting Sam first and offering up some humor to relax his clingy, nervous brother.
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