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"Hey Sammy, what's up?" Dean said in a relaxed tone, plopping on the sofa beside his brother. Sam shrugged his shoulders, closing his eyes so Dean wouldn't see the tears of relief that was brimming in his eyes. Dean was back, and John wouldn't get angry at him with his brother there, would he?

"Sammy? Are you okay?" Dean asked. Sam nodded, then quickly got up.

"I'm going to bed. Night Dean." Sam sighed. Dean quickly followed him, grabbing his arm before Sam crept into his bedroom.

"Sam, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. Can't a guy be tired?" Sam said, plastering a fake smile on his pale face to reassure Dean. Dean let his arm go, turning and thumping down the stairs. Sam sighed again, before flopping onto his bed. Closing his eyes, Sam thought about the tough training he did today. John hadn't hit him yet, but Sam could see it in his eyes. He wanted to, but Dean was always around. So he took his anger out on Sam, training him and ordering harder then he had ever done before. Oh god, his legs were sore.

(the next day)

"Dad, I'm going out with some friends, be back by ten." Dean called out. Sam ran towards the doorway, blocking Dean from leaving.

"Do you have to go?" Sam pleaded. Dean gave him a strange look.

"Why not?"

"Because... Because I just don't want you to go. Please Dean." Sam said softly.

John came up behind Sam, putting an awkward hand on his shoulder.

"Come on Sammy. We'll do more training won't we? Dean you can go." John said calmly. Sam quickly changed his mind, knowing he'd be for it if e didn't let Dean go. At least then John didn't have a reason to be angry.

"Yes, go." Sam said, a slight hitch in his voice.

"Okay. See you in a few hours." The slam of the door rattled the house. Sam turned away from his fathers piercing gaze.

"Sam."

"Yes sir?" Sam answered.

"I'm going out. Be back in ten." John said, and before Sam could say a word he was out the door as well. Sam took a deep breath and got some water, laying down on the couch with his feet up.

Ten minutes passed.

Twenty minutes.

Half an hour. Sam began to worry.

Fifty minutes.

An hour.

Finally the door opened and his father stood there in the doorway.

"Come 'ere Sam!" His dad shouted. Oh god! His dad was drunk.

"I said come 'ere!" John bellowed. Sam got up gingerly, making his way to his father. John swayed slightly on his feet, his breath making Sam reel back in shock.

"Dad..." Sam began, but was cut off by John slamming his fist into his face and sending him flying. Sam got up, knowing John would tell him to do so anyway.

"You need to learn a lesson you do." John snarled, kicking Sam the gut. Sam began to sob, clutching his stomach in agony.

"Dad... Please." Sam wailed. John backhanded him, before pushing him to the floor. Sam gaped at his father. Never had he been this drunk before.

"You do as I say and be quiet!"John yelled. Sam gasped as another fist connected with his nose. Sam moaned softly as John kicked him multiple times in the ribs.

"You killed your mother, you killed my wife. She died protecting you, Sam. It's all your fault she's not living now. And you're such a rubbish solider, can't even hit a target." John slurred. He kicked him a few times for good measure before staggering out the house, leaving a bleeding bloody mess all over the floor.

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