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Sam shot up in his bed, enveloped by the dark room. The sounds of heavy breathing floated over to his side of the room. Dean.
He stretched a shaky hand out to his left, grasping around on his night stand for the small plastic flashlight. Dean suggested that he keep it there for the past few weeks. Nightmares plagued his sleep since turning 15, and waking up with sweat-licked hair smeared across his forehead wasn't exactly an uncommon occurrence.Â
It felt like minutes before his fingers clasped to the cold cylinder. He pulled it into his lap without clicking it on, "Dean?"Â
Skin slid across sheets, wooden floor squeaked with panicked steps, and within a couple of seconds, a tall figure was towering over Sam's bed, "Sammy? Are you okay?"Â
Dean reached out his callused hand to squeeze Sam's shoulder, running his thumb over the dip beside his collar bone. "Another nightmare?" He squeezed again.
Sam's body jolted at the lingering memory of his dream that couldn't fade fast enough. Without another thought, he dove into Dean's open arms. His big brother held him tight, letting Sammy bury his scrunched up face into him. His sticky, sweat soaked shirt bound to Dean's bare chest. Both brothers were enveloped in each other's warmth, fuzzy half-asleep brains relishing the comfort.Â
"It's okay Sammy. Long as I'm around, nothing bad's gonna happen to you..."
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