I don't own, you don't sue

Warnings: Talk about rape, Metioned wincest.

Dean saw the way John looked at his younger brother. Dean saw the desire burn deep in his eyes. Dean knew it was only a matter of time before his dad acted of those desires and took advantage of little Sammy. Dean was determined not to let that happen, but he couldn't put off hunting. He had begged Sammy to come on this hunt with him but Sam wasn't having it. He wanted no part in hunting, and played no games about it.

"Sammy please. I need your help on this one."

"No Dean. I don't want to go on a fucking hunt. I have to study for midterms." Sam stated firmly and went back to his notes.

He knew what John wanted to do while he was gone, and Dean could do nothing but kill the bady and get the fuck back to Sam.

"Sam come here for a second would you?" John yelled down the hall.

'God, can't a guy study in peace?' Sam thought to himself as he walked down the small hallway of the apartment they were renting.

"Whats up..." Sam was cut short as John pressed a knife snugly close to Sam's neck.

"God you have no idea how long I've wanted to do this." John whispered into Sam's ear "Do you have any idea of how much like your mother you are? Everything about screams Marry. Which makes what I'm about to do all that much easier."

"Dad, please just put the knife down and lets talk about this like normal people." Sam pleaded, trying with every fiber of his body to stay calm.

"Sammy don't you know, we aren't normal. Nothing about us is normal, other then the way our bodies react when we see a hot piece of ass." John whispered grinding into Sam's ass.

"Christo!" Sam screamed.

"No Sammy I'm not possessed. Just determined to get what I want." John spoke as he placed a piece of duck tape over the young mans mouth. "Know be good little boy and sit in that chair or so help me god I'll make this worse then it's already going to be."

Sam shock his head as he sat down in the chair. He could feel John bind his hands to the arms of the chair. He could feel the way his eyes tried to rip him apart, they were burning holes through his heart. By this time Sam's tears were flowing freely, streaming down his face.

"Stupid poltergeist, always insist on throwing me across rooms." Dean mumbled as he rolled his shoulders.

"Thank you so much Dean. How can we ever repay you?" The young lady asked him.

"You wanna pay me?" Dean asked tilting his head.

"How much?"

"A hundred even." Dean spoke as the women pulled out her check book. "Thanks."

"No thank you." She said handing him the check.

'Note to self: After saving a lawyers family ask for more money!' Dean thought as he pocketed the check.

"I should be able to get home just in time to make sure Dad hasn't touched a hair on Sammy's little head. Little who am I talking about, man the kid grew like a fucking a weed. God damn you Sam, why must be so fucking hot!' Dean thought as he drove over the speed limit down the road.

Johns head shot up as he heard the rumble of the classic car. "Go shower and take care of that." John ordered as he cut Sam free.

Not second later he was in the shower.

"Hey Dad, watcha doing there?" Dean asked as he walked in just in time to see his father dispose of the bloody ropes. "Who's blood is that dad?"

"Don't worry about it Dean." John spoke refusing to look Dean in the eyes.

"What did you do Dad? Wheres Sam?" Dean asked, rage building in him.

"I didn't do anything Dean. Why would you ask such a stupid question." John glared at Dean. "And as for Sam he's in the shower."

Dean walked over to the bathroom and knocked on the door. Even over the water could hear Sam crying.

Dean pounded on the door, but before he could even think Sam was screaming "No more please! Just kill me, do anything but that!"

"Sammy I'm coming in." Dean yelled as he opened the door. Of course the bathroom was one of the many rooms in the house that didn't have a lock on it.

"Dean, don't please. Don't touch me." Sam pleaded.

"What did he do Sam! Tell me what he did to you!" Deans rage boiling over.

Dean didn't need Sam to speak. His body told the story. Rope burns into his skin, a thin almost paper cut, across his throat. And big red swollen eyes.

"Sammy where all did he touch you?" Dean asked purposely calm.

Sam had gotten out of the shower now. Careful as to not show Dean cuts and bruises on his thighs. But no matter how careful Sam was Dean saw them anyway.

"Sammy I promise he will never touch you again. No body will ever touch you like that again."

"What are going to do Dean?" Sam asked, voice squeaking.

"No body hurts you and gets away with it. Not even Dad." Dean spoke in a low menacing voice.

"Boys what in the world are you two doing in there?" John asked, acting innocent. He knew what he had done was wrong and he knew that he was more then likely going to die for it, but it was so worth it.

John hadn't even heard Dean come up behind him. "You wanna play games with Sammy? Well why don't we play a little game of our own Dad. It's called hide and seek only this time there will be no seeking. You are going to leave this apartment building and never come back you hear me. I swear to every fucking god and goddess that if I ever see you around Sammy again I will personally give a one way ticket to hell." And with that said John was out the window and flat on his back.

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