The way it should be
Summary: What if the boys' father had died in the fire too, or so they think. I began writing this last year and I never posted it, so I hope you enjoy it. My grammar and sometimes my spelling stinks and I haven't found a beta reader yet so please be kind.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sam and Dean or any others from Supernatural.
Chapter one
Foster Homes
Five year old Dean shivered as his 9 month old brother, Sam, was shoved into his arms; flames were beginning to take the whole house. "Take you brother outside as fast as you can. Go Dean go." His father seemed scared, too scared for Dean's liking. He ran outside as fast as his short legs would carry him, he tripped several times scratching up his knees but cradling his baby brother so close almost as if someone was going to snatch Sammy out of his arms.
As Dean stumbled out of the house Sam began to cry, "its okay Sammy, I've got you," Dean said into the baby's ear. Neighbors rushed over to him, they tried to talk to Dean but Dean wouldn't answer, if he wasn't looking at the burning house, he was looking at his baby brother in his arms, who was now whimpering. The mother next door came up to Dean and tried to take Sammy out of his arms, as soon as he felt someone trying to take Sammy out of his arms, Dean started screaming so she stopped. Dean looked back at the house, fire was spreading quickly, Dean's eyes scanned where he thought the doorway should be, hoping, praying, that his parents would walk out of the smoke just as he and Sammy had just done, but they never did.
The fire truck finally got the fire under control and the neighbors told them of the missing parents. After two hours of searching, their mother's body was brought out pronounced dead at the scene, their father was also pronounced dead but his body was never found.
Dean fell to his knees keeping Sam close. Tears fell down his cheeks as he clutched Sam to his chest, he was only five but he would take care of his brother, they may have lost their parents but no one would ever hurt Sammy or separate him from his older brother.
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Dean held to that promise even in the foster homes, each one was worse and worse with the beatings, though Dean took every one to protect Sammy, Some of the beatings were so bad it left Dean laying in bed for days, with only little Sam to take care of him. Even when Sam was blamed for something, Dean always managed to convince them that he had done it earning him the beating instead of Sam. This worked up until their fifth foster home.
The broken widow was not his or Sammy's fault; it was their foster parents own son who had thrown the ball into the window on purpose knowing that he would not be blamed for it. Twelve year old Dean shivered when he saw it, he knew who was going to be blamed for it, him or Sam, and to his horror their foster father blamed seven year old Sam.
Dean screamed when their foster father grabbed Sam's arm, and roughly pulled him towards the stairs.
"Please, don't hurt my brother! It was me, I broke the window please do anything to me, Sammy didn't do anything, I promise Sammy didn't do anything!" Dean yelled tears threatening to fall.
Dean followed them upstairs bagging and pleading with him to let him take the beating instead of Sam, but no, Dean held onto his arm as long as he could but as they reached the bedroom door their foster father threw Dean down the hall. Dean hit the wall with a giant thud, and then to his horror he heard Sammy's yell of pain as the belt came in contact with his back.
T.B.C.