AN/ I know I haven't written in a while and my other story To kill an archangel I might not write anymore. I also changed my name to my nickname and added Winchester at the end. I know, very original. AU where John is a abusive father and Dean wants Sam to have a normal life. Minimum of maybe 3 chapters. I'm updating on the same week so don't worry.

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Dean Winchester always wanted the best for his little brother since the day he was born. He felt it was his duty to protect him from the dangers of the outside world.

That was all it was until their mother died.

Dean and Sams father became an abusive drunk. The once kind, loving father, snapped after that day.

Deans duty then became to protect Sammy from not just the outside world, but the inside world.

John took his pain and anger out on his children. They moved into a more affordable house after that night. But dean knew why they really moved.

Dean took all the punches, kicks and the bottles over the head. He made sure Sam was never hurt.

Sam and Dean shared an room with bunk beds. Their father never made it pass the couch.

Dean even bought a lock for the door to keep the drunken John out.

One day, dean finally had enough. They needed to get out. Dean was old enough to drive. He was 18 while Sam was 14.

John was downstairs yelling inaudible words at no one in particular. Dean waited for John to pass out before he executed his plan.

"Hey Sammy wake up."

"Ugh dean it's one in the morning go away."

"Sammy we're leaving. We're going to leave this hell hole. Leave John, leave this house, we're going to live all in our own."

"Dean we can't do that. You know what happened last time."

Dean thought back to the last time they tried to escape. Sam and Dean hopped out the window and made a mad run to the end of the block. John caught them and dragged them back by their legs causing their backs to be cut and bruised by the sidewalk. The window had been blocked off with wood since then.

Dean shook the thought from his head. He'd only been 12 at the time. Sammy was 8.

"Yes but that was before I could drive." Dean held up the keys to his fathers once beloved impala which was now beaten up by the numerous times John has run into objects on the road.

Sams eyes lit up in excitement. They where finally leaving. He could go to college in a few years. Start a new life. Be free.

Sam quickly sprung from his bed and landed with a small thud. He wasn't all that big.

Dean told Sam the plan to escape the darkness that had overcome their father.

Sam looked like he was about to explode with joy.

"But where are we gonna go?" Sam asked trying to think of places where they could hide out. He thought of non.

"We're going to live on the road. You're going to still be in school but we have to move from motel to motel. Or we can rent a small apartment if I don't go to collage."

That last sentence made Sams dreams crumple and fall. Dean and him always wanted to go to college. Sam wanted to be a lawyer and dean wanted to be a mechanic or a grief counselor. Sam never understood the grief counselor until now.

Their Mother.