"Dean?"
Dean rolled over, muttering about being woken up. He glanced at the digital clock by his bed. The red numbers said it was ten past one in the morning. He groaned, and flicked on the lamp.
"Dean?" Sam asked.
Dean immediately felt guilty for his anger as he saw the fear on his brother's face, and sat up.
"What is it Sammy?" he asked gently.
"I got scared. I had a bad dream," the five year old mumbled, hanging his head.
Dean smiled slightly. At least it wasn't a monster or anything trying to hurt his little brother. And at least it was something he could fix.
Sam started to walk away, "It's stupid, sorry for waking you up."
Dean quickly got out of bed and stopped him, turning him around. He knelt down to eye level with his little brother.
"It's okay. It doesn't matter," Dean said with a smile.
Sam looked at him with watery puppy dog eyes that Dean just couldn't look away from.
"Really?" Sam asked.
"Of course."
Sam smiled a little, and hugged his brother. Dean smiled and hugged him back.
"What was the dream about?" he asked.
"Clowns," Sam mumbled into Dean's shirt.
Dean had to grin at that. Of all the things out there he should be afraid of, the thing he was scared of most were clowns.
Sam let go and stepped back.
"Are you okay?" Dean asked.
Sam nodded, and turned to leave.
Dean smiled, and got up, heading back to his bed and getting in.
He turned off the light, pulled the covers up and waited.
One, two, three, four, five...
He usually got to ten before Sam was back, but this time his little brother surprised him. He ran back, climbing into his brother's bed and snuggling under the covers.
Dean smiled, wrapping his arms around the little kid. Sam wriggled a little, pulling himself closer to his brother's chest.
"Love you Dean," Sammy mumbled.
Dean smiled, "Love you too."