theboykingsqueen:

Dean grunts as Sam collapses in his arms. “It’s okay, little brother. C’mere. Let it out. Don’t you listen to them, okay? Those sons-of-bitches don’t know my Sammy. You’re my world, Sam. You’re my fuckin’ world, and I’ll put every last one of em in the ground if they so much as think another negative thing about you.”

Sam shudders, body heaving with sobs, but he nods into Dean’s shoulder, stuttering out, “O-okay, Dean. Okay.” Dean’s lips tighten into a firm, flat line, his eyes going dark with fury at those who dared not realize that his little brother was the physical fucking embodiment of the goddamn sun. 

Then, Dean’s dilated pupils relaxed, the bright green creeping slowly back out, his mouth softening as he gazed upon his broken boy. Hugging him tighter, Dean whispered fiercely into Sam’s skin, “You’re my hero, Sammy. Don’t you ever forget that.”