AN: Ok, so I've had this idea for a while but was a little nervous about posting it. It's gonna be pretty dark at least in the beginning but I promise it will get better. I wanted to start with a short chapter to see what the response would be. Also, Dean is 14 and Sam is 10. If you are confused, don't worry. Future chapters will cover what happened and what is going on. Enjoy!
Dean winced as he slowly rose to his knees. Walker had taken it too far that time. He was gonna have a hard time pretending to be alright for Sammy. Of course, he thought that every time and Sam still had no clue what was going on. John Winchester would have been ashamed. Dean wondered if Sam even remembered their father. He supposed any memories he still had were attributed to Walker or Charles. Or maybe one of the others. He had a hard time remembering their names. Too many hits to the head will do that.
Dean was pretty sure his leg was really messed up this time, and the cuts across his chest were still bleeding. They probably needed stitches. If only Walker had left him the first aid kit. He did that sometimes. If he was feeling nice. Though, he hardly ever was.
Dean knew the first aid kit was in the bathroom above the sink as it always was. He knew from countless times he stitched up the hunters (he'd taken to calling them that when he forgot their names) after a hunt gone south. He wondered if they would notice if he snuck up from the basement and took the first aid kit. They were probably passed out by now, beer bottles still in their hands. He would replace it before they woke up. But what if they weren't asleep and they heard him. Or he stepped on a particularly squeaky floorboard and woke them up.
This was important though. If he didn't clean out the cuts he might get an infection. And if he got an infection he might die. And if he wasn't there for the hunters to beat and... rape (he shuddered) then they would turn to Sammy and he wouldn't let that happen. He couldn't. That was his job. Protect Sammy. And he would.
Pulling himself to his feet was another challenge entirely. His left leg screamed in pain when he placed the slightest amount of weight on it. But he had to. If not for him then for Sammy. He began chanting it to himself in between his heavy labored breaths. For Sammy. For Sammy. For Sammy. And that was how he made it up the stairs.
The hunters were not asleep as Dean had hoped, but from the constant stream of laughter he assumed they were at least very drunk. He wasn't exactly sure if that was a good thing but he would take what he could get.
As he crept past the living room where the hunters were lounging he caught some of the conversation.
"You fucked Dean good, James. Left him wide open and practically begging for me."
"He does have a sweet ass. But I've always fantasised about the little one."
Dean paused.
"Yeeeeeeaeaaaaah, he was just born to be ridden"
"Don't u know it"
Dean shook his head. They wouldn't. Walker had promised him.
"Why is he off limits Walker?"
"It's the only way to keep Dean in line."
"I can think of a few more ways."
"Walker, I'm sorry but I don't think I can help myself. One day I might just get too drunk and start craving some of that sweet ass-"
Dean had heard enough. He scurried to the bathroom, grabbed the first aid kit and ran as fast as his injured legs would carry him back into the basement closing the door behind him and collapsing to the ground. They couldn't go after Sammy. He wouldn't let them. They had to get out of their. And fast.
End Notes: What did you think? Please leave a review. I wanna know the good, the bad, and the ugly. Also, I PROMISE Sammy in the next chapter and I'm sorry this is so short but i wanted to see how this was received first. Thanks for reading!