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The good thing about Dean knowing Sam so well, is he just knows when Sam is so far into his head that he needs to get out.
They're in the newest shitty motel of the week and Sam is quiet. Too quiet. Usually Sam would get all of his stuff out and immediately do some research, but today he leaves his bag on the floor and crashes onto the bed. Not even going to shower. They've been driving for literal hours.
Dean had his first warning sign of Sam being overstimulated when on the ride to the motel, Sam had turned the cassette off. Usually Sam would put up with whatever Dean was playing. But not right then. Sam needed quiet.
And now Sam was curled up around the motel pillow, silent.
Dean quietly gets his stuff in order (just putting his things wherever) and then he goes to the little kitchen. Years of practice has him making Sam his favourite hot chocolate and he brings the cup over to him. "Sammy? I made you a hot drink."
Sam lifts his head from the pillow, looking worn out.
"There's no need to talk. I'll just put this here." Dean says gently, placing the mug on the bedside table. As he does so, he feels a gentle tug on his belt loops and he turns to see Sam looking at him with puppy eyes.
"You want me to join you?" Dean asks gently.
Sam nods, scooting over on the bed to allow Dean room.
Dean shrugs off his jacket and his shoes and climbs onto the bed, gently pulling Sam down on top of him.
It should be the other way around, but Sam loved this more. Especially if he got to play with the amulet and fidget with it for a little while.
Dean hugs his brother close, pressing a warm kiss to the top of his head. "Its okay, Sammy. I've got you." He's used to this. Knows what to do. Knows what Sam needs.
It takes some time, but then Sam is reaching for the slightly cooled hot chocolate and Dean watches as he sips it and slowly comes back to himself.
"Better?" Dean asks gently, watching Sam drink it all.
Sam nods, placing the cup down on the side and then looking at Dean fondly. He looks less exhausted. "Thank you."
Dean gently cups the back of his head and slowly pulls him down to kiss him. Sam returns the kiss, relaxing as he kisses him. Having Dean close really helps.
They continue to kiss for a while, before Dean needs air and Sam snuggles down on Dean's chest, his fingers finding the amulet.
Dean switches on the TV, playing with Sam's hair as he watches the crappy drama on the screen. It isn't long until he realises Sam is asleep against his chest, his hand curled tight around the amulet.
He looks at Sam with soft eyes, pressing a kiss to his hair. "Sleep well, Sammy."
His eyes return to the screen and he feels peaceful.