Dean closed his eyes, stretching his arms out above his head, the motel room sheets sliding down his bare chest. He sighed, opening his eyes to stare at the ceiling. He turned his head, the clock at his bedside reading three twenty-six. AM. He groaned, turning onto his side and away from the clock, and was startled by his younger brother kneeling beside the bed. Sam's big hazel eyes stared at him from behind scruffy bangs.
"Dean," he whispered, "I'm scared."
Dean sat up, his brow furrowed with concern, "Sam, what--" He didn't get far in his sentence before Sam had slid into bed with him, his arms sliding around Dean's waist.
"Please, Dean." He whimpered, "I had another nightmare. They won't stop dying, Dean. Jess, Dad, Mom... I can't get away from it."
Dean found himself lying down and wrapping his strong arms around his brother, closing his eyes and letting his lips brush across Sam's forehead, "Shh..." he whispered, "It's okay, Sammy. I'm here.." He pulled the younger boy closer, for