Safe In My Arms
Summary: When Sams boyfriend, Lucas beats him for the last time Dean comes to the rescue. Is he to late to help his brother, or will he arrive in time?
Pairings: (Dom/Sub) Dean/Sam, Lucas/Sam
Warnings: Abuse, Slash, Pre-Wincest, Rape
Notes: Herebutnotremembereds video, Sam and Emily gave me the idea of a Sam abused story. Don't like slash or wincest? Turn back now. DO NOT READ IF YOU'RE NOT OVER 18.
The crash echoed through the house, though the only two people to hear it were currently the cause. Lucas had punched Sam, causing him to fall into the coffee table. It broke under his weight, and the force of the fall.
"Now look what you did!" Lucas screamed as he drove his foot into the downed Sams side, causing Sam to gasp out and curl in on himself, trying to protect himself as Lucas pulled his foot back and plunged it into Sams arm. Tears were streaming down Sams face as he gasped again. "P-plea-se st...top." He gasped, trying to roll away from Lucas as he kicked him again. "Please stop. Always so whiny. How could Dean ever put up with you?" Lucas yelled, driving his foot into Sams arms over and over, before kicking him in the legs.
Kneeling down he shoved Sam, climbing on top of him, reeking of alcohol. "Poor little Sammy, so conflicted. Wanting to fuck his brother, but fearing he'd hate him. Who couldn't? You're a disgusting little whore." Lucas hissed into Sams face as he ripped Sams pants and boxers down, unzipping his own pants. "Such a good whore." He smirked, thrusting into Sam unprepared and moaning at the feeling as Sam screamed out in pain and tried to move away. Lucas grabbed his hands, pinning them down by his head. "You know you like it, slut." He hissed, pulling out and thrusting back in roughly.
Sam cried out again, tears streaming down his face. "Stop! Ple...oh god...please. Lu...cas …. please!" Sam sobbed as Lucas pounded into him relentlessly. One of Lucas' hands was lifted, backhanding Sam across the face. "Shut the fuck up." He hissed, thrusting harder and harder into Sam before he tensed, groaned and then the heat of his cum was felt, filling up Sams ass. Sam seemed to sob harder at this. When Lucas pulled out he grimaced at his dick, crawling over Sam and sitting on his chest, grabbing him by his hair. "Suck." He snarled, his dick pressed against Sams lips. "Clean up your mess." Sam whimpered, but opened his mouth slowly knowing all to well that if he didn't it'd be worse. Lucas smirked "Good whore." Before thrusting into Sams waiting mouth. It wasn't long before he came again, and pulled out. "Such a good boy." Lucas sneered, patting Sam on the head before he walked away, calling over his shoulder "Clean up your mess, baby."
Sam laid there for god knows how long, before struggling to his feet. His stomach, legs and arms hurt. He was sure that his left arm was broken, and a few ribs. Limping into the bathroom he rushed to the toilet and puked, blood and a mixture of food and ...other stuff, came up. After a few minutes he stood shakily, flushed the toilet and limped to where he kept his cell phone, after pulling on some clean boxers and pants. He'd noticed that he had blood coming out of his arse, but couldn't worry about that now... . He had to get away, he had to. Grabbing his car keys and phone, he snuck outside and got in the car, starting it up and backing out of the driveway. As he did, he saw Lucas standing in the doorway, glaring at him. Stomping on the gas, he sped down the street, weaving through traffic until he was sure he wasn't being followed. "Thank god." He gasped, tears stinging his eyes. He drove for several hours, before stopping at a motel.
Walking inside he knew he had to look a mess. "Can I...dear god! Are you alright?" The lady behind the counter asked, rushing around to check on him. "M'fine." He replied, flinching away from her. "I...need a room." "Sure sure, its on the house, stay as long as you need...are...you sure you're alright? Do I need to call the cops?" "I couldn't...I have money." "Its alright, I own the place." Sam nodded. "Thanks... er... and M'sure." He mumbled. She frowned at him but nodded, and handed him a key to a room, in the back. "In case whoever did this to you, comes looking." She had said. He thanked her again, before driving around back and parking the car several rooms down, before walking to the room.
Once inside he shut and locked the door, before sinking onto the bed. "Might as well...get this over with." He whispered to himself. Flipping open his phone, he scrolled through until coming to the name 'Dean'. But what if Dean didn't answer? What if he didn't wanna see Sam ever again? He figured he'd deserve it, after all he had left...and he had those sick feelings for his brother.
Shaking his head, he shut the phone. No he wouldn't bother Dean with his problems. He could do this alone...yea he could do this. Curling up on the bed he started to sob, clutching the phone to his chest. "God...Dean...I miss you, need you." He whimpered. Several hours later his phone rang, waking him from his fitful sleep. Blearily he looked at the ID, it said Dean. Gasping in a breath, he waited, staring. It couldn't be. A shaking hand lifted, prying the phone open and placing it to his ear. "Sammy?" It was Dean. "De..." He sobbed. "Sammy where are you? Are you alright? Missouri called me, said something awful happened to you!" Missouri, she was a life saver sometimes, and other times like now, a pain. "M'fine." He sobbed. "You don't sound fine. Sam please, talk to me."
Dean sounded so concerned, so worried about him. Closing his eyes he sucked in a breath. "Can...you come get me?" Sam whimpered. "Sure, sure I'm leaving now. Where are you?" Dean asked, and Sam swore he could hear Deans jacket being pulled on and the jingle of keys. "Maryland Heights...Missouri. At the Mariet Motel, room 20A" Dean snorted at the irony. "I'll be there...by lunch tomorrow." Dean said. Sam nodded, though Dean couldn't hear it. "And Sammy?" "Yea?" "I love you." Sam whimpered at that. "Me too..De.." Dean sighed, Sam sounded so broken. "De?" "Yea?" "Talk to me till I fall asleep?" "Sure Sammy, sure." Sam smiled at that.
He listened to Dean start the Impala, and smiled as Dean started rambling about hunts he'd done and things he'd killed. Sam laid there for hours, basking in the sound of his brothers rumbling timbered voice. As his eyes started to droop he groaned. "Getting tired, Babe?" Dean tensed, he'd slipped. He had loved his brother for years, but he knew it was wrong. Knew he couldn't act on it. "M'ya... Did you just call me babe?" "Er...yea. We'll talk about it when I get there. Sleep Sammy." "Mk" Sam muttered, allowing sleep to take him.
The next day, Sam woke up around 11, and got dressed, before sitting on the bed watching TV. He wasn't going out, not until Dean got there. As his stomach grumbled he sighed, and glanced at the clock. 11:20. Shaking his head he reached towards the rooms phone, and called up to the office. "How can I help you?" The owner asked. "Yea Um...Could I bug you to bring me some food. I'm in room 20A...th...the per...son that did this to me... might be...out there." Sam whimpered. Lisette sighed, she hated hearing how broken the obviously handsome man was. "Sure, what do ya want to eat?" She asked, her tone warm and welcoming. "Um... Salad..." "And?" "...Diet coke?" "Just a salad and diet coke?" "...Yea." Was Sams quiet response. Lisette nodded "Alright, I'll be down in fifteen minutes." "Thanks..." "No problem...and Sir?" "Yes?" "Whoever hurt you, is an asshole." Sam smirked at that. "Thanks." Lisette said her goodbyes and they hung up.
Sam sighed, and sat back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. What would happen if Dean didn't show? Where would he go then? He couldn't stay here, and mooch off that nice lady. He couldn't stay because Lucas would find him... He didn't have any money though, well he had a hundred dollars but that wouldn't get him far. It seemed that the fifteen minutes sped by, when there was a knock on the door. He waited. "Sammy, It's me man." Dean. Moving off the bed he limped over to the door and wrenched it open. He didn't stop to think, but just threw himself at Dean, glad when his big brother wrapped his arms around him and just held him, as he sobbed into his shoulder, awkward as it was considering he was several inches taller then Dean.
Dean was shocked when he saw Sam open the door, his face was bruised, old but still there, and he limped as he moved towards him. When Sam threw himself at him, Dean did what came natural, he wrapped his arms around Sams back and rocked gently from side to side. His heart broke when that first sob was heard. "Shh I'm here Sammy. I'm here." He whispered, holding Sam. A throat clearing caused them to break apart, and Dean saw a woman standing there. Sam looked up and offered a weak smile. "Thanks..." He said, as she handed him the salad and coke. Shooting a warning glare at Dean, she looked back to Sam. "Everything okay sir?" Sam nodded. "Hes my brother...he won't hurt me." She nodded and walked back towards the office. Sam limped back into the room, letting Dean come in.
Dean shut and locked the door, watching as Sam limped towards the bed and sank down onto it. "God Sammy...What happened?" Dean asked as he moved towards his baby brother, reaching out to grasp his chin but stopping when Sam flinched. "I...De...served it." Sam whispered, looking away from Dean. Deserved it? Sam never deserved to be hurt! "No! You don't! No matter what you did, what you do. You never deserve to be hurt!" Dean said, and regretting raising his tone when Sam inched back from him. "Plea...se Don't hurt me.." Dean looked like someone had punched him in the gonads. "Sam...Sammy. I'd never hurt you." Dean whispered as he slowly approached his skittish brother. The salad and coke laid forgot about on the bed. "Your my baby brother. I'm suppose to protect you. Which, I obviously failed. But I would never, ever raise a hand to hurt you." Okay, so he had punched Sam in the past, but only when Sam taunted him. He would never hurt Sam though, not like Lucas had obviously done.
Sam watched as he approached, his hands extended infront of him, reaching for him. Sam tensed and twitched, before launching himself at Dean, his arms wrapping around Deans neck and squeezing, but not tight enough to hurt his brother. He buried his face into Deans shoulder and sobbed. Dean, stunned by the sudden launch stumbled back and landed on the floor at the end of the bed, with Sam on top of him. "Shhh...Its ok babe." He soothed, one of his hands stroking Sams head, as the other rubbed circles in his back. "Your safe." He continued softly. Safe in my arms. He thought as Sam inhailed deeply, and at the same time thought I'm Home.
A/N: So, What do ya'll think? Should I continue or leave it as a one shot? Also FU's newest chapter is coming soon, if you've read/are reading that fanfic as well. R&R Thanks.