This is a three day weekend for me so I'm gonna spend Sunday and Monday updating my SPN stories, but I realized that most of my fics revolved around hurt Sam and there are hardly any hurt Dean stories where he's jumped or raped, or whatnot. It's almost always Sam-which makes sense-but I decided to try something new for a change :)


Prologue
Dean was taking in the night air. Normally Sam was more of the walker type but lately, since his father's death, he found more and more how theraputic it was to be outside alone with nothing but your thoughts and the night air to keep you company. He heard a noise. He fingered his gun and took it out and turned around sharply to find himself surrounde.d

"Well, well, well," sneered one of them, who was also holding a gun. Another was holding a baseball bat, and another a knife. Dean continued to hold the gun. "What do we have here?"

"I could ask the same thing," he finally responded, trying to control his voice. He saw the others inch his their way towards him. He stiffened.

"Your wallet," the same person, who was the obvious leader of the group, sneered.

"What?" Dean paused, thrown off guard.

"Your wallet please," the leader repeated in the same dangerous and condesending sneer.

"You've got to be kidding me," Dean snorted. He didn't notice one of them sneaking up from behind him.

"I don't kid," the leader sneered. "I'll ask again, your wallet."

"Go to hell," Dean responded in a snarl. It happened so fast he couldn't defend himself. Before he knew it the gun was knocked out of his hand. In a crazed blur he was dragged into the alley where he was beaten and raped and left for dead. The blows were fierce but he didn't have the pleasure of passing out. He was awake for all of it, even though everything around him was fuzzy and spinning.

After they had left him for dead he vomitted twice before starting to crawl towards the motel that they were staying at that was less than a block away. Sam had gone to the bar when he had gone for his walk, the two had been somewhat tense since their father's death, but he knew Sam never stayed long in those places. He groaned as he dragged himself towards the door and he finally collapsed in front of it, unable to try and open it.

It was a quiet night, no one came near the room so no one saw a body lying in front of the door. But that was how Sam found his brother less than an hour later. His heart stopped beating momentarily when he saw Dean laying on the ground, bleeding with his clothes ripped and torn pratically to shreds.

"Oh God," he breathed. "Dean..."His voice was shaking as he picked his brother up and hurried him inside the room, knowing how much Dean hated the hospital. The hospital was the last resort. Right now he had to make sure Dean was taken care of as he tried to find out what the hell happened to his brother and who did this.

One word kept on replaying over and over in Sam's head as he saw how weak and vulnerable his older brother was.

Revenge.