Author's note: So I read someone's story about a child asking a parent if they loved them. Totally different from the idea below, but it sparked this. I offer thanks to that person (wish I could remember who and where, but it wasn't an SN fic). At least I am sending the good Karma to them.
It made me think how Dean and Sam would react to the same question. How would they really say I love you? Just a one shot, but I thought it was too cute not to share.
"Got to get going."
"Sam, I'm leaving right now.." Dean said, waiting for his little brother to beg to go with him.
"Alright..." Sam mumbled uncaring.
"I don't know when I'll be back." Dean turned slowly. "I'm really leaving!"
"Bye!" Seven- year-old Sam said in a deadpan tone.
"Bye?" Feeling desperate now, Dean got a bit suspicious. "Wanna go?"
"No." Sam glared sadly at his big brother.
"Uh... is something wrong? You always bug me to take you everywhere. Dad won't be back here until tomorrow.. Sure you don't wanna co..."
"I don't want to be a burden." Sam said the last word as if it were a loaded timebomb.
"You won't! Come on."
"You should go hang out with your friends. They are way better than me."
"You said... you said it. I heard you Dean. Today at school when I came to meet you... I came early and you..."
"It was just talkin'. The other guys have bros too and they're pains... It's nothing to..."
"It wasn't to me."
"Can we talk about..."
"No, I'm just going to watch TV. Go hand with your real friends."
"Sam! Come on... I was just tryin' to fit in. I never fit in."
"Then go fit in."
"What's wrong with you?"
"I'm sad. I thought you cared..."
"I said I was sorry."
"No. You said you were just talking."
"What more do you want?"
"You're just mad. Come on I apologized!"
"Meet your friends."
Dean gazed down, unable to think of the right words to heal his wounded little brother, who stared up at him with a expression of injury.
"Aww, Sammy... I'm... I'm really sorry... I just...uh... Guess I wanted friends so badly I would have agreed to anything, but I..."
Sam looked up at his big brother. "Why do you hate me?
"God, I could never... NEVER hate you. I'm just stupid sometimes."
"Do you love me?"
"Why would you think that..."
"Answer me. Tell me... tell me you love me."
"Dude, you are old enough to not need that crap..."
"But, what if I do... I don't want to be old enough if that means you hate me."
Dean knelt down, unsure if he could act like the large and in charge protector he was expected to be. "I didn't mean it. I was just... scared I would never be normal... I... I never would have hurt you."
"You can't hate me too. Dad..."
"Listen up... You're our buddy...remember.. Mine and Dad's. Nothing will ever change that. Not any words."
"Then why does it hurt?"
"Cause your big brother is a jerk. Sometimes, we say things and they don't have any meaning. I... I...lo..." He struggled to say the word. "Let's just order a pizza and watch that show of yours.. The one with...uh... I wish I could make you feel better."
"You're a jerk." Sam tried to smile.
"Yeah, I am... want me to tell the entire school?" He offered.
"But no one else better call you that."
Dean smiled, knowing things were going to be okay. "Don't worry, little bro. You're too big of a bitch to have anyone else notice me."
"No, I'm not."
"See that is a classic bitch response."
"IS NOT! Uh... What's a bitch?"
Dean chuckled. "You! Sam equals bitch!"
"Is that a way to say you love me?"
"Yeah... yeah, I think it is..."
"ME TOO! JERK!" Sam squealed almost laughing.