Bond

"I'm sure it won't happen again," Dean vowed.

He wasn't good with emotion, but he tried to take all the emotion he could muster, pack it up in a little tiny box and put a little tiny bow on it, and shove it into the words as he said them.

I'm sure it won't happen again.

It didn't surprise him, not really, that Sam had all of this supernatural, ESP shit happening to him. Not a whole lot surprised Dean anymore when it involved their family, but he didn't want to think about it. All of this? Yeah, it was the family business. They went after demons and poltergeists and doppelgängers, searched out all the little spooky bastards that lurked the world with them. That was just great, because that was their job.

But. This was Sam they were talking about now. Little Sammy. And Dean wasn't going to let anything happen to his little Sammy, telepathic/telekinetic/clairvoyant/whatever-the-hell be damned.

"Yeah..." Sam muttered, like he didn't even believe it himself.

Dean sighed to himself, muffling it by shoving their crap into their backpack to hit the road again. He wanted to go over and grab Sam, shake him, tell him to believe it, believe that he was normal, that he could be normal, that he would be, someday, when all of this died down. That he wouldn't wake up out of breath and drenched in sweat from the nightmares, that he wouldn't be connected with other people's minds anymore, that he wouldn't end up like that crazy kid that Sam still felt guilty over.

Unfortunately, he couldn't. He couldn't do that for two reasons. One, he didn't actually know that Sam would ever be normal. He said that, and he wanted to believe it, and he wanted Sam to believe it. But it wasn't that easy, and it sure as hell wasn't that simple. Two, he wasn't about to act like that in front of Sam. He was his brother. He couldn't say any of that sentimental sap to his face. That was like... girls. Girl talk. Guys didn't talk about stuff like that and Dean wasn't about to start now. No way.

Instead, he would just say that nothing would happen to Sam as long as he was around. Because that was kind of the same sentiment without all the goo, without all the danger of melting into sugar and fuzzy puppies. It implied a certain yeah, you need me, kid, now go get me a sandwich and a beer before I kick your ass. Dean could deal with that. That was more his speed.

But it was true, too. As long as he was around, he wasn't going to let anything happen to Sam. He was his brother. Someone would have to kill Dean before he let anybody touch Sam. It was as simple as that.

Dean saw a lot of weird stuff and fought a lot of tough battles over the expanse of the good, ol' US of A, but perhaps the weirdest and the strongest thing was his protectiveness for his brother. For family, Dean was pretty sure that he'd do anything.

I have poked my nose into the Supernatural fandom and now I'm afraid I'll become obsessed. x'D I've so many little vignette ideas in my head whilst I watch Season One, but I doubt many people want to read Season One fanfic anymore, so I'm not writing all of my ideas and just ended up with this one for the time being.

First fic for this fandom, first time in Dean's head (funny, Sam's my favourite and I write for Dean...). Hopefully in character.

PLEASEnospoilers in your reviews, seeing as how I'm only just in Season One.

I do now own Supernatural. Thanks for reading!