41. “Go back to sleep.”
This time, it’s a dream about a werewolf that jolts Sam from his bed, shaking and breathing heavily as he glances around the dark motel room. Outside, lightning illuminates the dark night sky every couple of minutes, thunder making the whole street tremble as rain pours down. Normally, Sam isn’t afraid of something as normal as a storm, but combined with the images of teeth and claws and shadow still fresh in his mind, it’s enough to make him jump from his bed and rush to the one beside his.
“Dean?” he says quietly, hesitantly placing his hand on his brother’s sleeping back. Sam doesn’t even have to shake him awake; just the touch of his brother’s hand pulls Dean from sleep, and he rolls over to see his little brother standing wide-eyed at his bedside. It takes a split moment for him to process the storm outside and the fearful expression on his brother’s face, and before Sam has the chance to explain, Dean holds up the blankets, inviting his brother in.
Sam scurries beneath the covers and curls into his brother’s side. If their dad were here, he’d say that they’re too old to share a bed, that Sammy is thirteen now and he needs to learn to comfort himself after a nightmare. But Dad isn’t here, so none of that matters. All that matters is that Dean is warm and solid and safe, and when he wraps his arm around his little brother’s shoulder, it makes some of the shaking in Sam’s hands subside.
“It’s okay, Sammy,” Dean murmurs over the roar of the storm. “I’m here. Nothing’s gonna hurt you, okay?”
A loud crack of thunder shakes the motel room, and Sam whimpers, curling further into Dean’s side. Dean just holds him tighter. “Shh,” he whispers, rubbing his hand up and down Sam’s back. “It’s okay. I got you. You’re safe.”
The pounding of rain against the windows gets a little bit softer, the storm starting to pass. Sam’s breath is coming slower now, his heart beat settling in his chest, though Dean continues to rub his back, holding him close until the rain finally stops completely.
“Go back to sleep, Sammy,” Dean whispers. “I’ll be right here if you need me.”
Sam nods slowly, resting his head on Dean’s chest and allowing his eyes to close. It doesn’t take long for sleep to overcome him again, and this time, there are no nightmares.