It can’t be happening. There’s no way it’s happening.
Sam is fourteen. He is a hunter, he saw ghost, werewolf, vampire, he killed those things !
Still, here he is, in the middle of the night, trying to find a way to remove the sheets, without waking up his brother. Because Sam life is never easy, and the night where he wet his bed had to also be the night where he sleeps with Dean.
« The fuck you’re doing Sam ? » He heard Dean sleepy voice whispering
Sam froze and look at his brother. His eyes are still close. Maybe he’s not gonna see or smell anything.
« I was thirsty » He tries to lie, but is brother always know when he lies. Without even looking at him, he knows. He doesn’t say a thing at first, and Sam hopes that he will just go back to sleep.
« What is that smell ? » Dean makes a disgusted face and sit up « Do you pee in the bed ? » He jokes. Of course he jokes. Because teenager don’t pee in the bed.
Sam doesn’t respond, he just keep staring at the bed. He's not gonna cry. Even if it’s humiliating, he can’t cry. His brother look at him with big eyes and Sam can tell is ready to laugh, to make fun of him, because how weak and stupid can he be for peeing in the bed ? He keeps asking Dean to treat him like an adult, and here he is, acting like a child.
Dean must have seen how much Sam body is shaking, or maybe he saw the tears which have started to fall on his cheek, because he doesn’t laugh. He lights the bedside lamp and get out of the bed.
« Why don’t you go take a shower Sammy ? » He asks softy
« I… I need to clean the bed » It’s only a whisper but it’s all Sam can get to say without burst into tears.
« I’m gonna clean. Just take a shower, I handle it »
« Dean, I pee in the bed. You can’t… You’re not gonna clean that ! »
Dean walks towards him, and in a second, he is in his arms, hugging him softly. Sam put is head in the crook of his neck and sob.
« It’s okay Sammy. It’s not big deal, happens all the time »
« Yeah. When you’re five. Not when your fourteen. »
Dean caresses his hair before giving him a little kiss on the forehead. « It happens. People just don’t say it. Come on, go take a shower, and then we’re going back to sleep »
Sam nod and leave Dean’s arms. If he could stay in those arms forever, he will do it without any hesitation. He feels so safe, so calm when Dean hugs him. It happens less and less often, and he misses it so much.
He walks in the bathroom and close the door before entering in the shower. It’s a good thing John haven’t come home from the bars. Sam can’t imagine how his father would have reacted. He’s not a bad father, but most of the time, he doesn’t know how to react and makes things worse.
But Dean always know what to do. It’s like he has another sense, one just for Sam, which told him exactly how to react when Sam his in a bad mood or a bad situation.
Ten minutes later, Sam gets out of the shower and he’s surprise to find a clean pajama on the bathroom sink. He didn’t even hear Dean come in.
When he goes back in the room, the bed is clean and Dean is already under the covers. He climbs on the mistress, leaving as much room as he can between is brother and him. How he is supposed to look at his brother now ? He feels so ashamed. Of course Dean use to change is diaper, and he is the one who teach him how to be clean. But that was more than 10 years ago.
He musts be thinking to loud because before he can do a thing, one of Dean’s arm is at his wist, pulling him towards his chest, and the other is in his hair, playing with it. Sam falls into the embrace and sticks is back as much as he can to his brother. He feels Dean smiling before kissing his head and tighten his embrace.
« ‘Night bitch »
« Goodnight jerk »
And just like that, Sam knows that it’s gonna be ok. Because it’s Dean. And Dean always makes things better.