I don't own Sam or Dean. Or the torturous poem that begged for me to write this. So please don't sue.

The Poem : Rape Victim by Orlanda Edwin

"Hey Sam, whatcha readin'?" Dean questioned as he entered the tiny motel room.

"A poem." Sam answered flattly. A rush of memory coming back to him.

HI..it's me..don't you remember..
The one you raped last September...

"Get off me you freak!" Sam screamed. The drunk phrat guy just kept pushing.

"Ya Sammy scream like you mean it. Scream like your dying. Oh boy I'm gonna take you so high, you will wish you were dead." The phrat guy slurd.

"PLEASE!" Sam pleaded. He had tryed everything. He'd tryed every move that his training had taute him, yet this guy just kept on. Smashing his tainted lips to Sams. Grinding his his painfully hard erection into Sam. He know what he wanted from Sam, and fuck the world but he was going to have it.

"Yeah Sammy. Beg, just like that. Beg for me, beg for me never to stop." He slurd into Sams ear as he began to unders them. He wanted to know what lye underneith all those layers of clothing.

All Sam could do was lay there and take it. He was so disappointed with himself. He fought and killed demons for the better part of his life and he couldn't even fend himself against a rapest.

You showed me no mercy...on that day..
You even took my virginity away...

Sam screamed in agony as 'The Phrat Guy' thrust his way into Sam. He was so numb from the alcohal he barly felt the sheer pain of his ears exploding as Sam screamed.

"Fuck Sam! Yeah... scream just. like. that." He said with each thrust. Each thrust ripping Sam open even more. Tearing his body apart with every pain entrance. Blood poured from Sam. His nose was sure to be broken, 'The Phrat Boy' had gotten a little carryed away with his punishment. Sam could feel the warm liquid ozzing from him. The crimson liquid acting as a personal lubricant.

"Please, STOP!" Sam screamed as the drunk phrat boy came hard in Sam. Cum and blood mixing over the cold gravel.

You stupid bastard..what were you thinking..
Your outside looks innocent but inside you were stinking..

After the drunken phrat boy had stumbled away, to clame another victim or maybe pass out some where, Sam had run back to his room. Or at least he had tryed to run. The mind blowing pain spreading through his body was a numbing reminder of what had happened.

He was drained, emotionally and phsycally. He was completely numd now, his mind froze at the point of where it all began.

Sam had been waiting for the day when Dean would finally come to his scences and chose to be his, and not some random whore at the local bar.

How could you do this to another..
I could have been someone's brother... or father...

Sam had been lucky that night. But not lucky enough, because that night that same drunk phrat boy had claimed the lives of four people. One of them being his own. That drunk stupid phrat boy, raped a grand total of four people, murdering three of them. After rapping three girls he turned a gun on them, shooting them point blank. Then he turned the gun on himself.

You took away a my virginity. and you bruised my skin.

Okay so ya thats not the whole poem, so bite me.