Twelve Days Of Angstmas: Day Twelve- Brothers

Characters: Dean and Sam

Word Count: 314

Summary: Leviathans are after the boys yet again. Sam's got a concussion, and Dean's not doing too hot himself. But they still have each other.

Spoilers: Season 7, I guess

Disclaimer: So, here I am, for the last time. I don't own Dean, nor do I own Sam. I won't try to claim otherwise.

A/N: Here it is! The last chapter (that I'm somehow not happy with, but I had to post something, didn't I?)! This is such a bittersweet moment. But it had to end eventually, so… I will wish you all a very merry Christmas, and a happy New Year! And thank you all for your support and feedback; every time I got a review, or a fave, or a follow, it absolutely made my day! So thank you, thank you, thank you!

Brothers

This could be their last night on earth.

Dean didn't want to admit that, but it was true.

The Leviathans had caught up to them again. Apparently, they thought it was time to stop playing around and actually kill them. So here they were, hunkered down behind a tree in the middle of nowhere, Dean with a broken arm and Sam with a nasty concussion, hoping beyond hope that the things wouldn't find them. Because if they did, it was over.

"Hey, Deeean," Sam slurred from his position next to him. "Meeeeerry Christmas."

Dean stared at his younger brother. He was right. It was Christmas Eve.

He'd forgotten all about it.

"When're we gonna dec'rate the tree?" Sam asked. No, not Sam, Sammy. This was definitely Sammy; with the head injury, none of his typical guards and walls were in place, and that made all the difference.

"Soon, Sammy," he replied, pulling his brother close. "Real soon."

"Mmkay. Is Cas gonna come? And Bobby?"

Dean's heart clenched. "Yeah," he choked out. "They're coming."

Sammy closed his eyes, and his head flopped onto Dean's shoulder. "Good. Tha's good. We need to have a real Christmas this year." He waved his hand around, gesturing at nothing.

There was silence for a moment, then:

"Dean, you're coming too, right?"

His voice was pleading, as if he expected a different answer, and Dean shifted in place to better look at the man. He was staring up at him, puppy dog eyes wide, though glazed over. "Yeah," he said again. "Yeah, I'll be there. Of course I'll be there. We'll have Christmas together, I promise."

Sammy made no reply, and Dean realized that he was unconscious.

And so, as far away, a bell tolled to signify the new day, Dean held his little brother close to him. "Merry Christmas, Sammy," he whispered.

The Leviathans didn't find them that night.