"i can't stand sleeping in a different room than you" + wincest ;P (i love your writing ❤️)
When Dean’s door creaked open, it couldn’t have been later than midnight. He hadn’t even fall asleep yet.
Immediately alarmed, he shot out of bed, his hand already reaching for the revolver tucked safely under his pillow, when he sees the familiar figure in his doorway.
“Sam?” Dean blinks, hand coming away from the gun, relieved. “Christ. What’s wrong? Nightmares again?”
Sam stepped into the room and shut the door behind him. “I can’t stand sleeping in a different room than you,” He admitted softly, eyes on the floor.
And usually, Sam and Dean would share a bed. But they were staying with Bobby tonight, and John and Dean had gotten into a huge fight before bed, about how Sam was “getting too attached” and that the boys needed some separation.
Dean, of course, couldn’t disagree more. But to keep John from taking it out on Sam, he’d agreed that for the night they’d sleep separately.
He should have known that Sam wouldn’t be able to sleep. He’s had Dean beside him at night his entire life. It’s second nature. It’s right.
“Okay,” Dean whispers. “C’mere. Quietly, though.”
Sam tiptoes over into bed and slides up next to Dean.
It was like two puzzle pieces, the way they fit together. Like neither of them were meant to be anywhere else.
Sam lets out a soft sigh, and wiggles impossibly closer.
Dean’s hand cups the back of Sam’s head, as always. He presses a gentle kiss to his brother’s forehead.
“G’night Sammy,” He whispers. “Love you.”
Sam is already asleep.
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