Safety

[soncnica]

Title: Safety
Author: soncnica
Rating: PG-13
Genre/pairing: Gen
Characters: Sam, Dean
Word count: cca. 672
Summary: Dean's got a gun under the pillow. Sam's safe. Wee!chesters, Sam is 5, Dean is 9.
Warnings: Umm, none?
Disclaimer: I seriously only own the grammar/spelling mistakes. Everything else is not mine! NOT MINE!
A/N: My notes can be found in the story.

Enjoy!

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The door creaks.

Little feet hitting the wooden floor... quickly, urgently... tap-tap-tap-tap.

"Dean?" Whisper.

A little hand on his blanket covered shoulder. Not squeezing, just resting there. Softly.

"Dean?" Tentative.

If he could just... go deeper into the dreams; take what they are offering to him right now and just… leave reality to deal with itself for just one more minute.

Ignore, ignore, ignore.

"Dean?" Breath.

Dreams fading into the dark room. All is lost.

Turning around. Slowly, sleepily. Bed groaning underneath his weight.

Rubbing his eyes with his right hand; bleeding the sleep out of them.

"Dean?"

Sam.

Sam in his pajama, bare feet, hair all over the place - some of it plastered to his forehead, his temples - huge eyes, bleary eyes, soft eyes,teary eyes. His thumb in his mouth.

Scared. Terrified.

"Sammy? Wh...?"

"Daddy smells..." searching for the word, "bad again 'n my room's cold 'n my blanky's itchy 'n my feet're then cold. Can I has..." not the right word, "have some water?"

He sighs.

Sam's talking too fast for his brain to understand it all. Too fast... too scared.

"Do ya wanna sleep here?" He whispers. Can't find his voice right now.

Sam's eyes... just... brighten in the moonlight. They hit Dean square on his chest; like something fell on him and took the breath right out of him.

Sam's his little brother... always has been. Always will be. No matter how cold Sam's feet are when he accidentally brushes them against his, no matter if Sam smells like sweat - fear, no matter if Sam's PJ is wet - everywhere, no matter if Sam's hands bunch up the blanket, squeezing it at his chin. No matter.

"Don't hog the blanket."

Sam kicks, arms flying everywhere, turns left and right, on his stomach, on his back and finally settles on his right side; not touching Dean, not touching anything, but the blanket and the sheets.

"Won't."

It's a lie, but no matter... he'll give the blanket to Sam anyway soon, because Sam is a human furnace and he doesn't wanna burn alive.

Mommy...

He can't... a dust flake gets stuck in his throat. He can't...

"Dean?"

He can't... speak.

He swallows the dust flake down. Turns around to look at his brother. Shiny eyes meet his.

Sam.

Sam's his to protect. To keep safe. Alive.

"You good now?"

"Yeah..."

"Go sleep."

Sam settles down. Breathes out. Relaxes into the bed. Calms down slowly.

Wind rattles some tree branches outside.

Intake of breath, nerves in his stomach coming alive. He's nervous, scared, petrified... panic starting in his head and spreading to his stomach.

It hurts... squeezes his insides. He thinks he's gonna puke.

Sam breathes behind him; soft noise... the night is young outside the window. Windy.

Dad's drunk.

But Sam's safe.

Sleep.

Sam extends his leg, hits him directly into his calf.

He doesn't care. Sam's safe.

Dad'll sober up.

In the morning.

If he won't be gone by then.

Again.

Sam's safe.

He grips the gun under the pillow with surer hands.

Sam's safe.

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The End.

Comments

[phx69.livejournal.com]

Awww - I totally adore protective Dean especially when he is shit-faced scared himself. And I adore the total faith that Sam has in his brother. That is very humbling actually - to offer someone that kind of security, just by you being there.

[soncnica.livejournal.com]

*nods, nods* YESSSS.... protective Dean and scawed little Sammy *hugs them both*

yeah I think that... the boys just felt safer when they were together.. ya know? just... that closeness, I think! and even John said in his journal that Dean used to climb into Sam's crib and slept with him... so... yeah :)

thank you so much for reading this :)))))

S.

[soncnica.livejournal.com]

ahhahha..... are you okay?!
awwww.... but you always hurt Dean... I can't let you have him.. that poor Smurffy has suffered enough :)

thank you babe :)

S.

[fifimom.livejournal.com]

Sweet and sad. Thanks for sharing.

[soncnica.livejournal.com]

sweet and sad.... aww thank you!:) yeah it is sweet and sad... poor boys... *sniffs*

S.

[irismay42.livejournal.com]

Ooooh that hurt like a punch to the gut. But in a good way.

I really liked how you wrote this - not just the style (which was awesome) but also the near non-sentimentality of it. You didn't have the boys hugging or anything, just Dean letting Sam in and then grabbing the gun. Almost as if Dean knows Sam needs protecting. Which, it turns out, he did.

Excellent stuff.

[soncnica.livejournal.com]

*hugs U*

the boys hugging!? man, I rater jump of a bridge then do that.... just.. yeah...
I just don't DO the boys hugging and being all... ya know... mushy like that, because they aren't in the show...
anywho.... you liked the style!? AWESOME, THANK YOU! :)
I think it fits, like you said.. becuase this is just.. a moment in time in a way and where the boys needed to KNOW that they are safe and together and Dean just.. yeah letting Sam in, protecting him silently and feeling protected in return!! :)

thank you so much!!!!!

S.

[isarn.livejournal.com]

Love it, really. Really well-written!

[soncnica.livejournal.com]

hey! :)
thank you so much for reading!!! 'm so happy you liked this *squee*!!! :)))

S.