AN: Hey guys. Again this chapter is kind of short but I haven't really gotten a big response to this story so I thought i'd give it another chapter or two and see what everyone thought. I hope you enjoy!
Dean spent all of the next night formulating a plan and hadn't even realized he'd drifted off until a sharp kick to his stomach brought him back to his senses. James was standing over him smiling.
"Rise and shine, slut. You've got a big day ahead of you." James laughed and kicked him again. "Get dressed. Sammy doesn't have school today so he'll be at breakfast. Clean up nice and we might take it easy on you."
"You don't get to call him Sammy," Dean mumbled.
"What was that?" James demanded.
"Nothing." There was a time when Dean would have welcomed a chance for retaliation, but that time was long gone. It would only make things worse for him.
"Good." James spat at him and left, leaving a set of clothes Dean only ever wore when Sam was going to be around. They had to keep up appearances for Sam of course. He couldn't figure out what was happening. Though at this point, if Walker said it was fine, Sam would probably believe him. Would probably agree that this was what Dean deserved.
No. He shook his head rapidly. Sam wasn't cruel. They hadn't corrupted him. He knew right from wrong. Didn't he?
Dean slipped on the ill-fitting clothing. The pants were too short and yet they would barely stay up around his waist. And the shirt, though short as well, seemed much too wide. He supposed that was do to the amount of nourishment he was provided each day. The clothes didn't much help how he looked, and Dean knew it, but Sammy wouldn't. He had nothing to compare it to. Dean had looked like this for the past four years. It was normal for Sam. He probably assumed Dean was just naturally very skinny and prone to injuries. He did go on a lot of hunts.
After dressing himself, Dean took a deep breath and projected a smile onto his face. He then walked up the steps and out of the basement, forcing himself not to limp, though his left leg begged for mercy.
Sam was already seated in his normal chair at the kitchen table. He was humming to himself as he drank the last dregs of milk from his cereal bowl. He smiled when he saw Dean approaching and placed his bowl back on the table.
"Dean!" He leapt to his feet and hugged his older brother. Dean barely contained a wince as his ten year old brother squeezed his broken body.
"Sammy. How's school been?" Dean's eyes shifted to the nearest chair. He needed to sit down. If he collapsed Sam would be concerned, and Dean hadn't been on any hunts recently that would explain the injury.
"It's Sam." Dean chuckled and Sam rolled his eyes. Then Dean remembered his plan.
"Hey Sam," Dean said, motioning his brother closer. Dean resisted the urge to glance at the camera he knew was hidden behind the 'family photograph'. "I need you to do something for me tonight," he whispered.
"Do what?" Sam whispered back scrunching his eyebrows in concern, "Dean what's wrong?"
"I can't explain right now, but I promise I will tell you soon enough." Sam nodded. "I need you to fake a nightmare, you know, like the ones you had when you were little. Don't let anyone comfort you and don't let anyone remove you from your bed. Just call for me. I promise I will handle everything then, okay. Just do this for me and everything will be fine."
Sam squinted up at Dean. "But isn't that kind of like lying?"
"Not really," Dean said quickly, "Because it's for a good reason."
"I don't know Dean, I don't want to lie to anyone."
"Sam, do you trust me."
"Of course I trust you Dean."
"Then you'll do it?"
Sam nodded. "I'll do it."
Dean sighed in relieve and quickly crossed to the chair, collapsing into it and closing his eyes. He was finally getting out of there.
End Notes: I hope you liked it. I promise Sam is not a bad person in this fic, he's just oblivious to what is being done to his brother. And I promise that things will get better for the Winchester boys. Just a couple more chapters and then they're outta their. Please review if you like this story. If I don't get any response I probably won't continue this which will be sad cause I have some great plans for this fic. Thank you! Ciao!