Warning: rape, child abuse

Chapter 2

Dean was on his way back to the house where he stayed with his younger brother and dad temporarily. He had finished the hunt early so he can be home for Sam's eighteenth birthday. Dean had told his dad that he wanted to be with Sam but he insisted for him to go. Well Dean wasn't going to disappoint his father but also wanted to be there for his little brother. He was on his way home.

Sam was in so much pain. God it hurts so much. Please make it stop! Sam sobbed in his head. The belt buckle cracked against his back again and again. Sam couldn't help the screams that came out of his mouth. He tried to stop screaming but that just egged John on more.

"Be quiet!" John yelled. "Be a man, men don't sniffle." When Sam thought he was about to pass out the beating stopped. But Sam knew it wasn't over. He knew that John would rape him. It hurt Sam so much that his own father would do this to him. He felt so disgusting. John jerked Sam's legs up putting him on his hands and knees exposing him and pulled his hair back making him look in his eyes. Sam couldn't stop the words from coming out of his mouth.

"Mom would be ashamed of you." Oh fuck! No please tell me I didn't say that out loud.

John couldn't believe what he was hearing. What right did his wife's murderer have to say that to him. He was so furious that he adjusted Sam's legs thrusting in one go with force.

"Aaahhh," Sam screamed so loud that he thought he felt his throat tear. John had hurt him every time he did this but made sure that he stretched him so he could function the next day.

Sam kept screaming as John thrust harder and deeper using Sam's blood as lubricant. John had slammed a hand on his mouth and started whispering in his ear that Dean knew about this. He approved of it. That he deserved it because he killed their mother. The pain not only in his body but in his mind the spiteful and untrue words buried in his heart. So Sam did what any other eighteen year old boy would do in his place, he broke.

Sam couldn't scream any more. His voice went hoarse minutes ago? He wasn't sure but all he knew and felt was John abusing his body. John had gagged him with his own underwear. His breath caught when John flipped him over for deeper penetration, grunting like a wild man. He must be close.

Disgusting John thought as he flipped his son back over. He was crying so hard he could hardly breathe as tears and snot decorated his face. Just as he was about to cum he felt something that made his blood run cold. He felt the barrel of a gun pressed to the back of his skull and heard the gravely voice of his eldest son.

"Get off of him. Who the fuck are you because you sure as hell ain't my dad."

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