A/N: This story is going to be out of my element completely. I'm not really use to writing Guy on guy stories considering I'm a girl who so happens to be a lesbian. But since I stayed up all night reading Samstiel, I figured hell why not. There aren't very many stories out there with this pairing and I kind of see Sam and Castiel together. Now that doesn't mean that I'm giving up on my other stories or that I'm going to stop writing Lesbian stories, it just means I'm stepping out of my comfort zone. I hope you all enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters nor do I own the show. I'm just using each for my self fun and your enjoyment.

It's been the third time he's came home in the condition he's in now, the difference from each time are the broken bones he has in his entire body. The first time only two of the football players attacked him after school. They pushed him around a few times, shoved him up against the school walls and let him leave with a split lip and a gash on his left eyebrow that had blood trickling down the side of his face. He was relieved to find out that his older brother or his father wasn't home, so as quick as he could he cleaned himself up the best he could since he had no idea what he was really doing.

"Sam?"

It was his mother, he forgot she was even home. Panicing, the young boy threw all of the supplies he got from the family first aid kit away and walked out of the bathroom just as his mother was coming in.

"Sam, sweetie you're home?" she had asked. The boy smiled and tried to avoid eye contact, something Mary thought was odd since the boy didn't do that very often.

"Y-yeah, I came home twenty minutes ago,"

"How was school?"

Sam bit his lip and scratched the back of his neck, "I uh-"

"Sam, are you going to tell me what you..." Mary trailed off and grabbed her younger sons chin to make him look at her, "...what happened to you?'

Sam felt the corners of his eyes begin to prick with hot tears but refused to let them fall. I told himself that he would never cry in front of his mother, no matter the circumstances. Mary saw the way his blue eyes watered she knew her children better then they thought she ever could, so instead of saying anything she led the tall boy into the bathroom and silently cleaned him up. Once she was done, Sam stayed seated on the bathtub with his head down and hands wringing together nervously.

"Sam, my sweet baby boy, look at me,"

He did as he was told and lifted his head to meet his mothers gaze. The woman cupped his cheeks and wiped at the one tear that was about to fall.

"We won't talk about this to anyone, if your brother or father asks just tell them that you got into a fight the neighbours dog, we all know how the damn thing hates us Winchesters,"

Sam gave a low chuckle and Mary smiled, "If this happens again I want you to come straight to me and talk to me about it, don't ever hold it in because it will only fester and grow even more then it should," the woman tilted her head to catch her sons eyes and smiled wider when he gave her a nod.

It had been three weeks since the first attack. This time there were six guys in on it, the same two football players and four of the basketball players. Sam found himself huddled on the ground this time, kick after kick and blow after blow brought down to his back, sides and head. When they finished they left him in a trembling mess, but not one time did he cry nor did he whimper or sob. He wanted to, for the love of god, did he want to but he knew if he let that all go then they would have one. Instead he got up and limped all the way home, hoping to find his mother but instead he found his father on the porch with his head in his hands.

"Dad?"

John looked up and when he saw the state of his younger son he lost it. Sam stood there, holding his arm while he watched his father sob into his hands. Sam didn't understand what was going on but he felt like something wasn't right.

"Dad, what is going on?" he walked closer to the usually composed man and knelt in front of him, wincing at the pain in his lower abdomen. He went to touch his fathers arm but the man only leaned forward and pressed his face into his sons chest, sobbing harder then before as his hands gripped his sons blood stained shirt.

The front door opened then which made Sam look up from his father and see Dean's head pop out, "Sammy," he said when he spotted his brother, walking outside to join the rest of his family.

"Dean, what's going on?'

The older boy sat next to his father, his face red from appearnt crying. He gave his brother this defeated and sorrowful look, Sam could see him swallow. A sign that he was about to tell him bad news. That's when something clicked inside of Sam.

"Where's mom?" this ultimately made John cry harder and Dean's sorrowful look grow intensely. Sam pulled from his father, ignoring the pain in his stomach, "Where's mom Dean?"

Before Dean could even open his mouth, Sam ran up the three stairs leading to the front door and threw it open. He ran inside and checked every room, screaming for his mother only to come up emtpy. Once he figured he could't find her in the house he walked back outside and fisted his hands up, "Where is mother?"

Dean stood up and took the four steps it took him to stand in front of his brother, he gave a simple shuttery sigh before saying in a grave voice, "She had a heart attack Sammy, she died on the way to the hospital while you were at school,"

Sam's entire world crashed.