The second he comes into the room Dean knows something's wrong. He can hear the small half breaths that Sam is making, followed by small sniffles. Instantly his big brother sense kicks in and he goes to find the 15 year old. It doesn't take long, there aren't many places TO hide, so after he looks under the second bed he finds him. Sam jumps a little when Dean slides under the bed with him, wiping swiftly at his eyes.

"What?" He asked, his voice cracking slightly.

"Why are you crying?" Dean asked, reaching out to grab Sams hand, only to have him pull it away.

"I'm not" Sam defied, yet the tracks on his face told a very different story.

"Uh huh" Dean said, slowly.

"Ok, not anymore, what does it matter?"

"Sammy"

"Don't worry about it, ok?"

"I'm going to worry whether you want me to or not, you're crying and that's enough to make me worry"

Sam just took a deep breath and shook his head, resting his chin on his crossed arms in front of him.

"Please tell me?" Dean asked a few minutes later.

"You aren't going to leave this alone are you?" Sam mumbled.

"Nope"

"I just, had a bad day. First I couldn't get my locker open, so I was late to class and got a detention later this week. Then I couldn't find something that needed to be turned in today, so the teacher yelled at me for five minutes. At lunch I tripped and spilled my food and didn't have enough money to get more. Then after school I took the short cut and tripped, again, falling onto a tree that cut through my shirt and me. After I got home, dad saw the blood and the cut and just told me to suck it up and make sure it was clean before it got infected so I wouldn't be unhelpful on the next hunt. And ... just... I miss the days where it was just ok to cry and not be told you are being a big baby" He sighed and laid his head down on his arms again, face away from Dean.

"Dad said that again, didn't he?" He asked softly, resting his hand on Sams back.

"Of course he did, that's what he always calls me when I show hurt from anything"

"What side?" Dean asked softly.

"Huh?"

"Your injury"

"The right"

"Come here"

Pulling lightly on Sams arm, he pulled him until he was on his left side, his back against Deans chest. Wrapping his arm around Sams side, he slipped his hand up the front of his shirt, caressing the skin of his stomach.

"I'm sorry you had such a bad day" Dean mumbled, kissing the side of Sams neck.

"Not your fault" Sam said, sighing softly.

"Doesn't mean that I can't still be sorry"

"I know" He said softly, leaning back into Dean more.

Moving his hand, Dean reached on top on the bed and snagged one of the pillows, bringing it under the bed. Slipping it under their heads, he placed his other arm under Sams neck before putting his hand back on Sams stomach.

"You are not a big baby, I've seen you take punches that would make a biker cry. I've seen you get thrown across the room by a vamp and get up like it was nothing at all. Everyone does deserve to cry every once and a while and with the day you had, I don't blame you in the least. So don't listen to that, ok, listen to me. You are NOT a big baby, you are my baby boy"

"That sounds a little counter productive" Sam mumbled, but Dean could hear the smile in his voice.

"Eh, deal with it" He chuckled, kissing Sams neck again. "You are my baby boy, though far from a big baby"

"I can deal with that" Sam smiled over his shoulder.

Dean leaned in with a matching smile, pressing their lips together for a few moments before pulling back.

"So how much longer do you want to hide under the bed? Since I'm sure the top of the bed is much more comfortable"

"Eh, I kinda like it under here, feels like our own little escape"

"Ok" Dean smiled, pulling Sam close to him. "We can escape for a little bit longer"

"Thanks" Sam said, his voice nothing above a whisper.

"Don't have to thank me Sammy" Dean whispered back, kissing his shoulder lightly as they lapsed into a comfortable silence.