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Sam woke up in the morning to find himself with his head on his big brother's chest and with Dean's arm wrapped protectively around him. Sam didn't remember much of what had happened the day before, but he remembered being very sick and he also remembered the fact that his brother had come home to make everything better. Sam felt completely safe and warm snuggled into Dean's side and he didn't want to move from that position ever again. His body decided differently though as he moments later had a coughing fit that had him gasping for breath which woke up his brother in an instant.

"Sam?" Dean asked with worry in his voice and started rubbing Sam's back while the younger boy got through the fit. "You're alright. Just breathe.."

When Sam's coughing fit had ended, Dean shifted into a sitting position against the headboard to get a little more comfortable which led Sam to believe Dean was about to walk away.

"Don't!" Sam gasped and clenched Dean's shirt. "Please don't leave me Dean, please!"

"Whoa whoa, take it easy Sam." Dean said and tried to calm his distressed brother who coughed a little more. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm right here, okay?"

A sick Sam always meant a clingy Sam, Dean knew that. But Sam seemed to be even clingier than normally and Dean couldn't figure out whether it was because Sam had been really scared while being sick and alone, or if Sam was afraid he would be left alone once again. Either way, Dean gently squeezed Sam's neck and gave the kid a reassuring smile as Sam slowly nodded.

"How are you feeling?" Dean then asked his brother. "Still feeling nauseous?"

"No.." Sam said and fidgeted with the amulet hanging from Dean's neck. "My head hurts a little though."

"How bad?" Dean asked.

"Just a little.." Sam said without taking his eyes off the amulet.

"Sam.." Dean said in a warning tone.

"Fine.. A lot then.." Sam admitted with a sigh and rubbed at his tired eyes.

"Plus you're coughing.." Dean said while placing his hand on Sam's forehead. ".. and are still running a slight fever. You never do things halfway, huh Sammy?"

"Sorry.." Sam murmured.

"Don't apologize. It's not like it's your fault." Dean said and reached out for the Tylenol on the nightstand which he made Sam swallow down before tucking the blankets closer around him as well.

"Hey Dean..?" Sam asked after a few moments of silence.

"Yeah Sammy?" Dean responded.

"Dad home yet?" Sam asked and Dean's brows furrowed by the thought of his father.

"Yep." Was all Dean managed to say as some of the anger from the night before came back to him.

Sam felt the change in his brother and looked up to see the tension on Dean's face. He then noticed the fact that Dean's bottom lip was a little swollen and the skin right underneath it had a bluish color to it.

"What happened to your face?" Sam asked.

"Nothing." Dean said without looking down to meet his brother's eyes.

"But Dean.." Sam started when Dean cut him off.

"I said it was nothing Sam, alright?" Dean snapped. "Why do you always have to ask so many goddamn questions?"

Dean regretted the words right away. He knew those were the exact words their dad always used when Sam had been asking too many questions for John's liking. Dean was just so angry with his dad yet he knew he shouldn't have taken it out on Sam – who by the way still was sick and a bit emotional – and Dean felt even guiltier when Sam rolled away from him and turned his back against the older brother.

"Sammy, I'm sorry.." Dean said with a little sigh and when Sam didn't respond he continued. "I didn't mean to snap at you, okay? I'm sorry. I'm just mad at dad right now.."

Sam slowly turned back around and looked at Dean with a questioning expression.

"Why are you mad at dad?" Sam carefully asked, afraid Dean would snap at him again but too curious not to ask.

"Are you kidding me?" Dean asked. "Sam, dad left you here alone. He was too busy feeling sorry for himself to make sure you were alright."

"He didn't know I was sick, Dean.." Sam said in a soft voice.

"No, but that's the whole point. He should have known." Dean said. "He would've known if he'd just checked up on you as he was supposed to do, instead of getting drunk and not staggering home before late last night."

Dean absent-mindedly let a finger slide across his lower lip, and Sam's eyes widened when he suddenly realized what had happened to his brother.

"Dad did that?" Sam asked with a little gasp and Dean turned his head to see Sam staring at his lip.

Dean cursed a little on the inside for never being able to hide anything for his sometimes a little too smart little brother, before shrugging his shoulders.

"It's no big deal Sam, we just had a little argument." Dean said.

"But he hit you.." Sam stated with horror on his face.

"It was November the 2nd, dad was wasted and I provoked him." Dean said and once again tucked the blankets closer around the thirteen-year-old before pulling him close. "Don't worry about it, it didn't even hurt. Just use your energy on getting better, okay? Now, get some sleep bitch."

"Jerk.." Sam said but didn't feel like sleeping after what he'd just heard.

However, the Tylenol made him sleepy and Sam felt his eyelids getting heavier as Dean started carding a hand through his curly brown locks in a way that always managed to comfort the younger brother. Sam closed his eyes but before he drifted off to sleep, he had one more question to ask.

"Dean.. Will you and dad be okay?" Sam asked in a sleepy voice.

"We will be, Sammy." Dean promised. As long as he doesn't ever hurt you or neglect you this way again. "Now go to sleep before I knock you out!"

Sam smiled wryly and let out a soft sigh. Dean continued to card a hand through Sam's hair even as the kid's breath evened out which meant that Sam had fallen asleep. Dean still couldn't forget the state he'd found his baby brother in the day before and he wasn't sure he would ever completely trust his dad with Sam again, but the man was still his father and Dean knew he did the best he could. It didn't mean that Dean was ready to forgive him just yet – not for the punch to his face but for what had happened to Sam – but Dean knew that things eventually would get back to normal. Whatever normal meant when your last name was Winchester at least.

Sam mumbled a little in his sleep and clenched the fabric of Dean's shirt which made Dean smile affectionately. "Watch out for Sammy" was what his dad had always told him to do, and Dean would continue to do so no matter how old his brother got. That was what big brothers were supposed to do, and Dean decided he would be the most awesome big brother ever.

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