Please see warnings in chapter 1. Nothing graphic in this chapter. This is the aftermath.

Bobby's Big Brother

Chapter 2

Sam was terrified. He had no idea what happened. Well that wasn't exactly true. He did. He just wasn't sure how.

His ass was burning and when he'd wiped himself, he was shocked to see the toilet paper full of blood. His first thought, to be honest, was that maybe he had bowel cancer or something. And that thought sent him to his knees in front of the toilet where he spent the next few minutes throwing up.

When he finally recovered enough to rinse out his mouth and lean against the sink, he realized a few other things. Namely odd bruises around his body. They ran up the insides of his legs and across his chest and shoulders. Nothing higher than his neck, thank goodness, but as he twisted in the mirror he saw more - and was that scratches? - across his back. His stomach heaved again. Bowel cancer didn't bruise and scratch.

Taking a moment for further inspection he noticed, his stomach lurching as he did so, that his penis was red and raw looking and even his testicles hurt -

Oh God.

Sam was back in front of the toilet and this time he stayed there long after he stopped heaving and cried, his face pressed against the side of the cold porcelin.

"My underwear..." he gasped, "My underwear is gone..."

It was then that it really hit home. He was positive. Well as positive as any inexperienced sixteen year old boy could be, that he'd been raped. The big question was by whom?

Sobbing, his chest hitched and his eyes burned. Who would have done this to him? And even more alarming, how?

The house was protected -

Dean was gone -

Dad and Bobby were gone -

Even Bobby's brother, Blaine, was gone.

How could this have happened?

Scared, terrified byond reason, Sam forced himself back to his feet and pulled back on his sleep pants. He had never felt so vulnerable before. And there was only one thing he could do mand he needed to do it now before he lost his nerve. Oh my God, I've been raped.

Stumbling from the bathroom he made his way to his brother's room and pushed open the door. His brother was sprawled out on the bed their father slept in (he had probably come in late and didn't want to wake Sam) and Sam hated to wake him but he needed to. He was terrified and hurting and he was about to do the one thing Blaine Singer had not counted on. Sam was about to tell his brother what he was afraid of.

"Dean," his voice was hoarse but something in it had his brother awake and sitting up in one quick movement.

"Sammy?" Dean knew immediately that something was wrong with Sam and was out of bed and in front of him in a heartbeat. "What's wrong?"

Sam took an involuntary step back, not wanting his brother to contaiminate himself by touching Sam. He took a deep breath and then just blurted out. "I think I was raped."

And with those five words, the world the Winchesters lived in was changed forever.

The End.