Summary: Every hunter and hero has an enough moment. A light hearted take on Sam's after the trials and the love, support, and of course teasing from big brother Dean which follows.

A/N: Thank you to JediSapphire for the beta

Disclaimer: Not Mine

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The boys had no sooner locked Crowley in the dungeon than a call came in for help in taking care of a werewolf in Colorado.

"No," Sam said in exasperation. "No! No! No!" he yelled stumping down the hallway and into his bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

Dean and Kevin, having witnessed this, looked at each other, than down the hallway and then back at each other again, stunned, wide-eyed and speechless.

Dean was the first to find his voice. "You did just see that, didn't you, kev?"

"What exactly did you see?" Kevin asked.

Dean looking worried yet also amused answered. "My brother having a major hissy fit."

"Then we both saw the same thing." Kevin sighed in relief.

"I'm going to go check on him."

"Okay, good idea, Kevin agreed. "Do you want me to go with you in case he's possessed or something?" he offered.

"No," Dean smiled understanding where the prophet was coming from. "I'm pretty sure that was all Sam. A version of Sam we've not seen before, but our Sam all the same."

"Okay then I'll be here in the Library if you need me."

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"Sam," Dean called out as he knocked on his brother's bedroom door already ajar. No doubt a result of Sam slamming it so hard.

"Sam," Dean repeated entering the room slowly to find his brother sitting at the top of his bed, his head buried in folded arms that rested on bent knees.

Dean stepped closer climbing onto the bed beside him, shifting a little to face his brother. "Are you okay Sammy?"

"I'm sorry Dean," Sam raised his head to look at him.

"No apology needed," Dean answered. "It's kind of nice knowing you have a point where you say enough."

"Thank you!"

"For what?" Dean asked.

"For understanding what that horrible display of behavior meant. I really don't have anything left Dean, not emotionally or physically after these trials. Certainly not enough to work a job."

"It's okay Sammy, I put in a call to Garth to find another hunter to take that job."

"Thanks," Sam leaned forward to rest his head on Dean's chest, an open invitation Dean jumped at by resettling himself against the head board for support and then wrapping his arms around Sam.

"Was it that bad?" Sam talked into Dean's shirt mortified by his behavior.

"Does me wishing with all my might that I had a camera rolling answer that?" Dean teased him.

The punch Sam gave him in the gut had Dean grunt and adjust his answer. "Oh no," Dean smirked. "It wasn't bad at all, me and Kevin hardly noticed your stumping and yelling and slamming the door so hard it almost came off the hinges. We both actually found it quite adorable. Well I did anyway I think you scared Kevin," Dean chuckled.

"I'm never going to live this down am I?"

"Never," Dean loved teasing his brother. "But seriously Sam take all the time you need to recuperate and let your big brother take care of you a little too. The trials are behind us now and wingless Angels walking the earth or not, it's going to be smooth sailing ahead for you and me."

"Sounds good," Sam answered in a sleepy voice as Dean tightened his embrace. Not willing to let go having come so close to losing Sam twice.

Dean held onto Sam for a long time, long after he'd fallen asleep in his arms. It had been one of the worst days in his life, in both of their lives but it was ending as one of their best.