Title: A Child Forgotten

Author: penelopegraceful

Summary: Basically Sam is forgotten on the the most important day of the year, his birthday and is injured. His father and brother return home only to make the situation worse. Will they lose Sam forever or will they realize the error of their ways and make things right for once.

I don't own anything.

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Chapter 1

As Sam sank down onto one of the two old stained mattresses that occupied the dim and unbearably cold room. He allowed his mind to wonder. Did he truly mean so little that no one remembered his birthday? It was one thing for dad to forget, it seemed like lately he barely remembered he had a second son, but Dean never forgot stuff like this. Dean knew how important birthdays were. It was the one day a year that they exactly what Sam wanted to do.

Dean always had a way of surprising Sam with something unexpected. Whether it was a trip to the book store where he could go pick out his favorite book or even one year, Dean took Sam to a professional soccer game, but there was always something to make him feel loved.

Maybe it was better this way? He was a Winchester after all. Winchester men are tough, and don't have time for such frivolous things like birthdays. He was thirteen now, and he damn well better start acting like it. But even with this new found sense of adulthood, he couldn't help to feel the ache in his chest. The heavy feeling in his heart that comes along with being forgotten.

"I don't need them," he whispered out loud to himself.

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A bout an hour later Sam finally wondered out of the room he was sharing with Dean to go find some breakfast. Dean and John were set to come back today, maybe he had jumped the gun on the whole birthday thing? Maybe they were planning something for later in the afternoon when they got back? That had to be it! And as quick as the horrible sickening feeling came it vanished.

Sam spent the better part of the day cleaning the old dilapidated house they were currently calling their home and sharpening the knives. It was the second time that day that he had allowed his mind to just drift off and daydream about what Dean and his dad could have in store for him? Maybe movies or a trip to the dollar store or... and that when he felt it the recognizable sting of a cut. Only this pain was magnetized by a hundred. He looked down to his hand instantly only there was a 4 inch cut running clean across his left bicep, and it looked deep. "Shit," he murmured to himself as he raced off to the bathroom to examine the cut. Once in front of the sink his eyes widened at the amount of bright red blood cascading down his arm and onto his clothes.

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It took a total of 15 stitches and a good hour to clean and dress his arm, the pain was excruciating and almost blinding at times, but he was thirteen now, no longer a child. He almost felt ashamed of himself for the physical pain he was feeling. His dad would have showed no emotion and would have taken it like a man, dean too. No wonder they left him here, they knew he was weak.

He then went about cleaning all of the blood that he had shed in the kitchen and bathroom. It was a little shocking, he hadn't realized he had lost that much blood. It looked like some gruesome scene from Kill Bill. The last thing to do was to get out of the blood stained clothes.

As he pulled the clean long sleeve over his head, the blood loss and exhaustion finally hit him. His eyelids felt heavy and his body began to feel like jello. He allowed his head to take contact with the pillow and before any thought of his forgotten birthday was able to rush into his head, he was asleep.

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"Dad that was intense! That thing was huge!" Dean Winchester roared as he and his father entered the small home. "Biggest black dog I've ever seen." John stated matter of factly, not sharing the same enthusiasm as his son. The truth was throughout the entire trip John had just wanted to come home to Sammy. As uncharacteristic as that sounded even to him, John held some guilt for leaving his youngest behind, but he knew he had made the right choice in leaving Sam behind. Hell, he didn't even want to take Dean but Dean had been so adamant in going that he didn't have the heart to say no.

As Dean continued to blabber on about detail from the hunt, his eyes widened at the disaster that was the kitchen. The dishes were unwashed and the knives had been left out scattered about on the table. What guilt John had felt for leaving his youngest was suddenly replaced with anger and rage. What had that boy been doing this whole time? He already knew the answer, homework. Sometimes John wondered if that boy was even a Winchester? As the rage continued to boil inside he raced upstairs to Sam and Dean's room to give that boy a piece of his mind.

As he banged on the door he couldn't help the way he screamed his youngest sons name, "SAM!"

TBC! So this is definently a multi chapter story. Please review and tell what you think, or even where you think this story should go! This is my first story so any help will be greatly appreciated! I'll try to have the next chapter up by this weekend!