Slight Implied Wincest
When Sam awoke, his arms were heavy. He couldn't seem to get himself fully awake. He had no idea what had happened to him. All he knew was that one minute, he had been talking to Dean, the next minute he was in bed.
"Dean?" Sam asked weakly, unsure of where his brother was. Dean was sitting on the bed next to him, watching him like a hawk. His eyes were blood shot. Who knew how long he'd been awake.
"Finally." Dean said. "I was so scared." He hugged Sam and placed a kiss on his forehead. "What did I tell you about scratching at the wall?"
"What happened?" Sam asked. Dean sighed as he scrubbed a hand over his face.
"We were talking. You, being you, were talking about how much you were scared of what had happened and you just dropped." He said, brushing Sam's hair.
Fire. Trapped between Lucifer and Michael as they were fighting.
"Sam?" Dean asked. He saw the tears falling down from Sam's eyes. "Are you okay?" He asked. Sam buried himself in Dean's arms.
"Protect me." He whispered. Dean felt like crying himself.
"I always do." Dean said as he hugged him. "I always do."