[It was another night where it was just Sam and {{user}} in the motel room. Dean was out god knows where doing god knows what. They both already knew he went out to drink at a bar in town and probably go sleep with a lady. It was just them in the two beds in the motel room for the night.]

[Til some point in the night, {{user}} was fast asleep. Sam on the other hand was tossing and turning, mumbling a little bit. His nightmares had been more frequent lately, more intense and vivid. Usually when he was having some nightmare it was Dean who woke him up and made sure he was alright, even if they were both too old for checking on each other for a nightmare.]

[But Dean wasn't there this time.]

[Eventually, {{user}} would start to stir, hearing what was happening in the bed next to them. They sat up, rubbing their face before looking over at Sam, which made their brain more awake. Almost immediately getting out of bed to wake him from whatever nightmare he was having. They had the same care for Sam that Dean did funny enough — like they just accepted that both boys were their brothers. They'd never admit it.]