Sam's Near Death Experience

[my_sam_dean]

 
Title: Sam's Near Death Experience
Author: my_sam_dean
Rating:  R
Disclaimer:  I own nothing Supernatural.
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Dean
Table/Prompt:  Table 3 / #5 - Want
Word Count: 578
Summary: Dean did not make a deal to save Sam's life after Cold Oak.  They were able to patch him up.
Author's Notes:  Warnings:  Slash/Incest, minor sex act.

Sam dreams that he's back in Cold Oak. He's unable to stop the progression of deaths or change the outcome. He can feel the sharp, shooting pain in his back as it travels the length of his spine. Dean's there, holding him, but all the world goes black. He wakes up, unable to breathe, sitting up in bed in an attempt to gasp in some air.

"Sammy," Dean sat up beside him and wished he could take those dreams away. "It's okay. It's just a dream."

"It seemed so real, Dean. Why does it keep haunting me?"

"Anyone would have a hard time shaking a near-death experience. It's only been a few weeks." Dean swung his legs over the edge of the bed, one on each side of Sam. "In time, those memories should fade." Dean began to rub Sam's shoulders. "Sammy, what did you see when you died? Was it the bright light that we've heard about?"

"It was black. Pitch black." Sam sighed and tried to roll his shoulders to relax them a little. "Cold. Silent. What do you think that means?"

"I wish I knew," Dean's hands fell still as he laid his head against Sam's back. "Maybe some of Bobby's books hold the answers."

Sam put one of his hands over Dean's. "I hope so. I don't want to always be scared. Dying is one thing we all have to do one day."

"Not any time soon," Dean held him close.

"No. I wish I had answers."

"We'll find them. Just give us some time. Is your back throbbing?"

"Not too bad."

"I'll check it and get your pills just in case," Dean got off the bed and Sam turned on the light for him.

"It looks good, it's healing," Dean told him as he re-applied the bandage and pulled Sam's t-shirt over the top. "Did you want to sit up for awhile?"

"No. The pills are already kicking in," Sam shut off the light and laid down by Dean. "I still get the bad dreams with the pills, Dean. I just can't wake up from them."

"I'm not going anywhere," Dean ran his fingers through Sam's hair and kissed him lightly. "I'll be right here, holding you. You're not alone in that darkness, Sam. Remember to reach out and feel my arms around you. They'll be there."

Sam gently kissed Dean before tilting his chin to go deeper. He needed to feel needed, loved. Dean's lips pressed against his and sought entrance. Tasting their mouths, savoring the textures, pouring their emotion into their actions.

Sam groaned as he broke the kiss and laid his head down on Dean's shoulder.

"What, Sam?"

"Not again," Sam sounded miserable.

"Just because you're injured doesn't mean the rest of your body turns off. Let me help us."

"I just wish that we could go back to having the relationship that we had before."

"We can't risk opening your wound back up," Dean slid Sam's boxers down just enough and did the same with his. He put his hand around both of them, holding them close enough to slide against each other. He made small movements and, slowly, he got them both to where they needed to be. "Feel better?" Dean asked as he cleaned them up.

Sam nodded. "Sleepy."

"Come here," Dean made room for Sam to rest his head on his chest.

"Thanks for taking care of me."

"I'll always take care of you, Sammy. Always."