Beta~ Thanks to the wonderful anonymous-unknown for fixing the errors in this chapter!

A/N~ Okay, so I decided to have a fresh start here on Fanfiction, new account and everything. This fic is a bit different, so please bear with me. It was inspired by two things 'Sarah's Poem' and the song 'Luca' by Suzanne Vega.

Disclaimer: I do not own any songs, poems or characters from the show Supernatural.

Rating: It is rated due to graphic abuse and possible rape scenes.

Warnings: Sam and Dean are not brothers in this fic but since in the show they are, it is a slash fic, Sam/Dean! Rape graphic abuse, loads of cursing and potentially lemons in later chapters.

Summary: What happens when our favorite Winchester's are after a different kind of evil? Evil not of the supernatural realm but rather the evil that is human kind? People who sink as low as to hurt their children. That's right, Dean and Sam Winchester are foster parents and Sam is a social worker, Dean stays home with the rugrats. (No they are not brothers in this fic). Though when one young child and her older sibling warm the heart, will the couple adopt the children rather than place them in a home? After adopting their son Jamie, age 10, how will he handle being a big brother to two very messed up little girls?

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A young girl, no older than three years old, was curled up in a ball crying in the corner of the room she shares with her five year old sister. The young child was crying because her arm was throbbing, as were her ribs. Her daddy had thrown her into the wall again. The older of the two girls was knocked out cold on the twin mattress she shared with her sister. The once white mattress was stained yellow and brown from urine, feces, vomit, and sometimes blood. The only other thing in the shared room was an old dresser, which held one extra outfit for each child.

The three year old could not say more than a few words, she was learning to speak at age one when the girl's mother died in a tragic car crash; their father blamed his daughters. Though the older of the two had a few memories of her mom, they were few and far between as she was only three when she died. Alexis, the three year old, had shoulder length blonde locks, though by looking you wouldn't be able to tell. Her eyes were a vibrant blue, always full of sadness and pain. The young girl barley weighed in at twenty pounds. She stood at nearly three feet but not quite there yet.

The five year old could speak much better than her sister; her name is Amanda, though she goes by 'Mandy' as it's easier for her sister to say. She stands at just over three and a half feet tall. She weighs in at roughly thirty four pounds. She too has the same blonde locks as her sister, though again one would have a hard time telling that. Her eyes however were nothing like her sisters vibrant blue. No. Mandy's eyes are a striking hazel. The young child hears her sister's crying and finally comes too. She winces as the little light in the room from the setting sun hurts her eyes. Her father made the wall and her head meet again today.

She goes over to her little sister and carefully wraps her arms around her, holding her tightly as the two children cry. They know it's okay to let their emotions out as when the sun sets daddy is long gone, working his late night shift at the hospital.

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Meanwhile Dean was chasing down his son Jamie, his hyper active ten year old little boy while Sam was at work. "Daddy! You can't get me!" the young boy cried out with glee as he ran throughout the house laughing joyously. Dean chuckled as he continued to chase after his and Sam's little boy. The child had become a Winchester after being in their care as a foster child for three whole years. He had short brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. The little boy had no idea who his mother was nor did he know his birth father; they left him outside the agency Sam works for one night. The rest as they say is history.

All Jamie has ever known is his two daddies. Sam and Dean were thrilled when they were approved to first foster and then adopt. Usually it's harder for the two to get a foster child as Sam works with many of them. Sam and Dean met in college. Sam was studying to be a social worker and Dean was studying engineering. The two hit it off right away and married at ages 27 and 23 when the two had graduated college. Dean had gotten a job in a local garage in Lawrence, Kansas, while Sam finished up the requirements to become a social worker.

The two lived in a modest four bedroom three bathroom home. It was a stunning blue home in the middle of the suburbs. The downstairs of the house held the kitchen, living room, dining room and Sam's office, as well as one of the bathrooms. All of the bedrooms were upstairs with another living room and the other two bathrooms. They never dreamed they would have a little boy living in one of those rooms, but when the day came that they were approved to foster Jamie they quickly redid one of the bedrooms and turned it into a nursery. Dean became a stay at home father. As the boy grew so did the room.

One of the extra bedrooms is a guest room, where Dean's father John and his mother Mary occasionally stay, or Sam's father Bobby and mother Ellen stay when they are visiting. The other bedroom has been converted into any child's dream play room. Their fenced backyard housed their family dog, Cas.

Dean had managed to catch his son and he threw him over his shoulder as they heard the Impala pull into the drive way. Sam's Toyota was in the shop and so he was currently using the Impala. Dean smiled at his boy and sat him down, watching as Jamie eagerly ran outside to greet his Papa. "Papa! Papa! Guess what!" the boy exclaimed.

Sam laughed and picked up his son. "What what what?" Sam asked to appease his son.

"Dad and I made a pillow fort in your room today and then we tore it down, and then dad took me out for ice cream!" Jamie exclaimed. Sam just shot Dean a look of amusement.

"That's awesome Jamie! Did you guys bring home any ice cream for me?" Sam asked his son with a smile on his face.

Jamie nodded his head eagerly and then the trio made their way to the kitchen to make dinner as a family.

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Mandy and Alexis were both still curled up together on the floor crying when their bedroom door slammed open. Mandy screamed loudly when she heard it and kept her sister behind her. "Daddy please no!" She screeched.

The man that had burst into the room of the girls was their father. He had dark brown hair and hazel eyes, and stood at just over six feet tall and weighed nearly 300 pounds. Alexis was trembling with fear as she sat behind her sister. "No no no!" she repeated over and over.

The man, Austin, smirked and walked slowly over to the girls. He roughly grabbed young Mandy and yelled in her face, clearly drunk and making the child gag from the stench of alcohol on his breath, "You little fucking bitch! I told you to have her ready!"

Mandy just cried and apologized profusely. "I'm sorry daddy!" she sobbed, Austin didn't care. He carelessly threw his five year old daughter into the wall; she landed with a loud 'thump', her head bleeding as she hit the corner wall. Alexis, with wide eyes, cautiously crawled over to her sister. "Mandy?" the little girl asked her voice very soft. She didn't even hear her father approach her with the baseball bat. He slammed it down on the little girls legs and she screamed, loudly. So loudly in fact that the thin walls of the house they were in couldn't contain them. The neighbors heard the scream.

The father just laughed darkly at his children's cries of pain. He roughly threw Alexis to the ground, further harming the child as she continued to cry out in agony. Mandy, despite the blood, crawled over to her sister once their father left the room. She clung tightly to her and neither of the girls heard the sirens, they did however hear loud yelling. "Police! Hands above your head! On your knees now!" a booming voice yelled.

"Fuck off!" their father screamed.

Austin was in the living room when the police barged in and kicked in his door. He had been shocked but didn't let it show. Everything seemed to happen quickly after that. One of the officers ran through the house, searching, when he caught sight of the bruised and battered children. He quickly rushed over to the girls. When Austin tried to leave to prevent this he was forced to the ground and cuffed.

Once the others saw the condition of the girls they felt pity for them. One of the police officers, Officer Young, sat with the girls but dared not go near them as they were trembling with fear. Austin was taken to the car and whisked off to jail. The children clung to each other as Officer Young began to speak.

"Hey girls, it's okay, I won't hurt you. I'm a police officer." She stated, pausing for a moment to give the girls a chance to speak. When neither did she continued. "We are going to get you girls to the hospital okay? Your daddy can't hurt you anymore." She stated.

The girls continued to tremble in fear and after a few moments the sirens of an ambulance could be heard. Alexis was sobbing at this point and Mandy was trying to be strong for her baby sister, but being only five she couldn't help but to let her sobs break free too. The girls freaked out as the paramedics put them on a gurney, together since they couldn't get them on separate ones, and whisked them to the hospital.

A/N~ Okay so I hope you guys like it so far! You will see more of Dean and Sam in the next chapter, and of course find out the extent of the girls abuse.