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astolat asked for Supernatural even though I was up late with nightmares about zombies, because she's secretly evol. However, I got her, haha!

Sam and Dean, pre-series, 400 words. .

Dean sits up in the darkness, heart pounding so hard it feels like his veins are full of fire. There's no disorientation; he knows where he is, he knows it was just a dream, but he tosses back the blanket anyway, untangles himself from the sheet, gets out of bed. He stumbles across the narrow space between their beds, and sits down at Sam's hip.

"Sammy," he says, hand on Sam's side, feeling the even rise-and-fall of his ribs as Sam breathes. "Sam, wake up."

Sam's awake already. No Winchester sleeps through this much commotion, not without a Rip Van Winkle being pulled somehow. "What is it?" he asks, voice low and rough, tight with concern. "Dean?"

Dean looks at him, swallows hard. Sam's fine. He's fine, and Dean's an idiot. Jesus. "It's--it's nothing. I was just wondering. Did you--uh. Did you get that girl's number, earlier?"

"What--oh, that girl? That girl from my homeroom? That's what this 3am wakeup call is about? Sure, I got it," Sam says. "I think it was 1-800-Screw you, what's the matter?" He shifts, half-sitting, and Dean lets his hand fall away from his side."Seriously, Dean. Are you okay?"

"Uh, yeah. I just. She was hot, you know, and if you weren't planning to take advantage, uh." Dean chuckles, then winces, scrubbing his hands through his hair. "I thought I would," he finishes, and coughs.

Sam stares at him for a long time. "Weak."

"Dude, I know," Dean says, wretched.

"Was it the bunnies again?"

"Kittens," Dean admits, and Sam sighs, settling back into his pillows, tugging his blankets back up. His eyes gleam in the dim glow from the security lights in the motel parking lot. He doesn't look like he's about to laugh, which is good because Dean would hate to have to start a knife fight at 3 in the morning. Their dad would be pissed.

But all Sam says is, "Oh, well, kittens," like he understands. Smart kid. "They are pretty vicious. But now that you know there aren't any here--can we go back to sleep?"

"We didn't check the closet," Dean says. "Or the bathtub."

"Dean."

"Yeah, all right," Dean says, although his heart is still racing a little, and he goes to stand but finds himself caught, Sam's big hand wrapped around his wrist, holding lightly. He looks at Sam's hand, then back at Sam's face, and Sam is looking back at him.

"Let's go to sleep," Sam says, and tugs gently. His eyes are wide and serious. Dean licks his lips, shifts, looks across at his own bed--so close, only a foot away--and he says again, "Yeah. All right."

When Sam moves over, pulling back the covers with him, Dean slides into the space he left behind and settles down, slowly getting comfortable as Sam fusses, covering them both up and arranging himself beside Dean, all too-long limbs and too-long hair, warm.

"Did they have the bongos?" Sam asks, already sounding sleepy again. He shifts against the sheets, yawns. His hand flops out and rests against Dean's arm, lightly, as if by accident.

"Violins," Dean says, shuddering.

"That sucks," Sam says. "But you're all right now." Like saying makes it so, except maybe it does. Dean can feel himself relaxing, relaxing. He moves, bringing Sam's hand into firmer contact with his arm, and says, "Yeah. Yeah, I'm all right," and that's how he goes back to sleep, peacefully this time, dreaming of monster-killing until dawn.



Normally I don't write things that are under 1000 words so I actually feel weird about posting them, even though I enjoyed them. Like, clearly, they should just remain comment fic? But I'm having this weird, compulsive, post-organize-tag kind of moment. I'm going to blame it on Merry, who nags. *g* I don't even want to mix my fandoms, man.

Although, now that I say that, someone please tell me there's Pete/Sam out there. That would ROCK. Hee. <3

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Kittens with violins! Pictures of which are right on the internet! Oh, poor Dean. Hee. I'm glad you liked it, thank you!