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Daddy Won't Hurt You!
"… Even if you won't admit it, I don't care, but Sammy will get his turn tonight."
Dean was now standing on his feet and he knew that if his John made a threat like this, he wouldn't ease before he was done…
Chapter 2: The Last Night We Were Three.
…But Dean would do anything not to let it happen.
"Dean what's going on?" A fearful and nervous voice asked. A flash back was sent through Dean's mind, it was the same thing Sam had said the first night John had beaten Dean.
He looked over, towards the bedroom he had just been dragged out of. And there, standing in the doorway, Sam was standing; his arm curled around his trembling body, looking with great fear at Dean, but Dean knew the fear wasn't caused by him, but John.
Lucky for Dean, he was standing with the right side to Sam, and the gash was on the left side of his face, so Sam wouldn't be able to see it, if Dean didn't looked directly at Sam.
"Nothing Sam, dad's just home, go back to bed," oh yeah, the only times Dean actually said 'dad' was when he talk to Sam about him, trying to let Sam have a just little bit normalcy in his life.
"Dean I can't sleep if before you've told the ending of the story," Dean knew it was an attempt to get Dean with him, away from John, 'cause Dean hadn't told Sam any story this night, hell he hadn't told a story since Sam was 8, he was 12 now.
"Ohh Sammy, you need an ending, Dean can tell it right here, and then you can stay up, I heard there was going to be a great show tonight," John said in a almost disgusting voice, and the way he said Sammy made Sam flinch, only Dean could call him Sammy without Sam flinching, Dean knew that, and apparently John did too.
"No Sam, just go back to bed," it was Dean's attempt to get Sam away, 'cause 'The Show' wouldn't be with any kind of 'Happy Ending', that much Dean knew.
"Do you put yourself up against your father's words, son?!" John said, and before Dean could answer he was lying on the floor, with a warm, painful feeling in the left side of his head.
"No!" Sam screamed and was now moving over and sat bedside Dean.
"Sam, get away!" Dean whispered, but again to late.
John grabbed Sam by the collar and was pulling him up, Dean could see the fear in Sam, he was shaking, and he was constantly blinking with his eyes, something he did every time he became nervous, it had started after the first beatings, and Dean hated to see his brother suffering, especially under something John had done to him.
"I've been waiting for this for a very long time Sam," John said, with a smile.
Before Dean could get up, John hit Sam so hard he was now laying on the floor. Sam gave a whimper, and tried desperately to pull himself up, but John was already over him, kicking him in the stomach, and then started to pull his belt out.
"Stop, dad please, don't!…… It hurts! Please….. Daddy please," Sam's plea was almost a whisper coming out with his sobs, as John started hitting him.
Dean couldn't stand it, so he threw himself into his father, for the first time really fighting him, though John was taller, bigger and stronger, Dean had to fight. First it went well; Dean got a few good hits on John, which made his Johns lip split, his nose bleed, and the punch which hit John in the stomach, definitely did its work.
But then the luck turned, John throw a fit directly into Dean's temple, which almost made him unconscious, then John hit him several time, before something made him stop. Dean took the pause to blink a couple of times to get focus, just in time to see Sam hanging on John back, just to get thrown off, into the wall, and then lying totally still.
"Noooooo!"
Dean's temper was out of control. John hit Dean, that was what it was, and sure he had hit Sam too, but only the last tired beating, and of course it was bad, but never had John done anything like this, and then to his baby brother. If it had happen to Dean, he could live with it, but nobody does anything like this to his brother, not as long as Dean had something to say.
"Your bastard! You just couldn't get enough huh? Always drinking, always hitting, you never looked after us, you've never been a dad, and I am NOT your son," Dean shrieked, tears starting to run down his face, as he stumbled into his dad, so they both fell down, Dean on top, and then he stated hit John. At first John had tried to fight back, but it soon stopped, and Dean was now hitting an unconscious John.
"Dean… Stop, please," Dean was surprised to hear a voice, even more because the voice reminded him of Sam's. Dean stopped and looked over towards his brother. A begging look came from him, and Dean was about to walk over to his hurt brother, when he was reminded of who had hurt him
"No Sam, I have to finish the job, we want be safe before his gone," Dean finally said.
"Dean, if you ki… mmhhpf… ill him, then you a-re no better than he isss," Dean could see his brother's pain, and Sam was right. So he made a decision. He got off John and moved towards his baby brother. As he got there, he gently pulled him up, and held him tight, still making sure he didn't hurt him too much.
"Your right Sam, but we have to leave, though I'm only 16, we can do this, we have too," the last was more a reminding to himself than Sam.
"You're 17 in one week Dean," Sam said, and Dean was surprised, they had never held any kind of birthday, and they only get to say 'Happy Birthday' nothing special, and now while Sam was hurt, he was thinking about something they never got to celebrate, but of course with a little brother like his, you could expect anything.
That thought made Dean smile, but when Sam gave a shake in his arms, the smile faded, he brother was hurt, and they needed to get out of this place.
"Okay Sammy, we need to get you to the hospital."
"No! Dean they will ask questi-ons, and the CPS will, mpf come, and even if you can lie, and tell you are 18, they'll probably come anyway," Sam said, in an almost panicked voice.
"Your right, what would I have done, if I hadn't had a geek brother like you, to always think about everything?" Dean said with a smile, that actually mad Sam smile back.
"I don't know, crash and burn," Sam said, almost laughing, but as the pain rushed through him the laugh faded to a groans, and he was now grabbing Dean's shirt, leaning against him, and hold it tight.
"We're getting out, now," Dean said, sounding more concerned than he wanted to be. "Here, does this hurt?" Dean asked as he grabbed his brother, holding under his knees, and trying not to touch any wounds as his arm grabbed his baby brothers back.
"No, not that much anyway," Sam tried to smile.
There were holding two cars, of what Dean could see. John's, which definitely wasn't an opportunity, and a classic holding a little father down the street. Dean had learnt, thanks to Kevin from school, how to fake IDs, steal cars, drive a car and well, a lot of other stuff that might be useful for them, while Kevin thought Dean only wanted to know them, because he thought it was fun.
Dean sat Sam down, so he was leaning up against the car, as Dean told him to stay as he ran back to grab their stuff. Sam just told him to hurry, and Dean did; to concerned to do anything else. It took all of his self-control not to do anything to John, but he managed, and was back two minutes later.
As he 'unlocked' the car, and got Sam in, he always kept one eye on the street, ready to spot anyone who might pass by. When Sam was on the passenger seat, and Dean on the driver seat, he made a promise to Sam.
"Sam I'll promise you, this is the last night we were three, from no on it's only you and me, and I'll do everything to keep that."
"But Dean, what about girls, and when did you lean to drive car?" Sam asked.
"Chicks a different Sam, you know what I mean, and about the other stuff, can you remember what I told you I was doing all those times you wanted to go to the library?"
"No."
"Well, that's because I never told you," Dean smirked, and Sam was given half of a smile, before it turned to a grimace, only showing pain, Dean knew they had to get him fixed soon, he just needed a plan.
"Let's get the hell out of here," Dean said as he finally got the car started.
And then they drove off, into the night, not knowing where they were going; only knowing they would never return.
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