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Sam was beyond relieved when he saw that his brother was still there, breathing and alive. He had been so terrified that he might lose his brother. On the way to save Dean, he had realized that he might not ever see his brother again, that his brother may be dead. The thought frightened him so much that he had to pull over to the side of the highway while he cried. He only stopped when he came to the conclusion that crying wasn't going to save Dean, he might still be alive, and he was wasting time crying when he could be on his way to save his brother. Each second counted.

But now he saw his brother shaking in the corner, terribly beaten, but blessedly alive, and Sam could finally calm down for a moment. I had taken him a while to actually find the abandoned building and the sun was going to set in about a half hour. They didn't have that much time to stay in here. It got dark in an hour, and their father could come as soon as then to...kill Dean.

Sam rushed over to his brother's bloody form and bent down in front of him. Dean seemed to know that it was Sam who was here and not his father, which was a good sign.

"Dean...oh God...Dean..." Sam didn't have words for this; he didn't know what to say. Nothing he could say would make this all better.

But he could try.

He gently propped Dean's head up in his lap while he tried to wipe the blood from Dean's face to see where it was coming from. "You're going to be okay Dean. You're safe now. I'm here and I'm going to make sure no one ever hurts you again."

Tears sprung from Sam's eyes when he saw his brother slowly reaching out a shaking, bloody hand to him, asking for comfort. Sam grabbed Dean's hand tightly, but decided quickly that that wasn't enough and pulled his brother into a gentle but firm hug.

Sobs wracked through Sam's body from seeing his brother so broken. Throughout all his life Dean had always taken whatever pain he got and seemed to miraculously walk away from it. Sam never saw him so helpless before, Dean had always stayed strong in front of Sam. And now from what Sam just learned about his father, Sam didn't have a clue how Dean could be so strong. He had no clue how Dean could handle their father this whole time.

But then it struck him. Dean would do anything to keep Sam safe. Would do anything to protect him, even if it meant getting beat day after day. Dean always watched out for Sam.

Now it was Sam's turn to return the favor. He had to watch out for Dean. He had to protect his big brother.

"Sammy..." He heard Dean whisper, and he calmed himself down enough to listen to what Dean was trying to tell him.

"Yea Dean?" He replied back, his voice still shaky

"Dad...he did this...know you probably won't believe it, but he beat me practically my whole life...didn't want to tell you, I'm sorry, so sorry. But I needed to warn you. Because after I die, he'll try to find you. And what if he beats you too? Can't let that happen...had to tell you...so sorry, didn't want you to know..." Dean sounded horrible but he was getting through his sentences okay, so that was good.

"Dean I already know about Dad...I just found out...that's why I came here to get you..."

"How did you know? How did you find me...Sammy, did he hurt you?" Dean interrupted him

"No he didn't hurt me. And I'll explain it all later. It's not important right now, what is important is that you're alive. And what did you mean about "after I die"? Dean you're not going to die."

"Yes...he's gonna come and get me...you go..." Dean coughed

"You think I'm just gonna leave you here so he can kill you?!" Sam couldn't help but sound offended

"If you take me, he won't stop till I'm dead. If he finds out you have me I'm afraid he'll kill you too..."

Sam pulled Dean back a bit, just enough so that he can look him in the eyes. Dean looked back through his broken glasses. He was going to have to get Dean new ones. And most likely a new prescription, his pathetic father probably never got around to getting Dean a new one. "He won't find out that I have you. Stop worrying about me and worry about yourself. He's not killing either one of us." He told Dean

"Why save me anyway? I'm worthless...not worth your time..." Dean mumbled back.

"Dean you're my brother! You raised me Dean! You protected me your whole life! You are not worthless! Dean, you are practically my whole life. I can't live without you man, it would be too hard! It was hard enough being away from you these past three years at college! I thought you were doing okay, but now that I know the truth, I can't go back without you Dean. I'm sorry for all the times I've let you down or ditched you Dean, I'm so sorry. It's never going to happen again. I was stupid and I'm going to make it up to you. I love you Dean and I'm not gonna let anyone hurt you again." He told Dean, keeping eye contact the whole time.

Dean looked down, dropping the eye contact. It didn't seem that he fully believed Sam and Sam completely understood that. It was going to take more than words to tell Dean how much he meant to Sam. He was going to have to show him too. Starting now.

"You're gonna have a whole new life Dean. You can start over. I'm going to take you to my apartment that I share with my girlfriend Jess..."

"I can't do that." Dean mumbled

"Why not?!" Sam demanded

"I'd be ruining your life. You have a girlfriend that you live with, I can't just barge in. Everything would change. She probably won't like me at all...who would like me?"

Sam couldn't handle Dean's horrible case of self-loathing. "Dean Jess would love you. She already loves you from the stories I tell her about you. And yes, things will change, but they will change for the better with you around. Dean lots of people would like you and I'll prove it to you eventually."

"I can't live on a college campus, I never even finished high school, never even completed tenth grade." Dean just kept coming up with more false reasons to hate himself, to try to tell Sam that he isn't worth anything.

"It's not even on campus. It's just outside of campus. And I'll help you get your G.E.D. Dean when you're ready to try. I'll help you with anything Dean." Sam pleaded

Dean looked like he wanted to argue but decided against it and sighed. But the movement caused a spasm of pain throughout his body and he let out a yelp of pain.

"Dean!? Dean what's wrong, what hurts?!" Sam asked in a panicked tone. Dean's howl of pain brought him back to the reality that Dean was injured.

"Everything..." Dean moaned and when Sam got closer he could see that Dean's left arm had the bone peeking out of the skin. But that wasn't the least of it, Dean had gouges and bruises all throughout his body and Sam didn't even know what other injuries him clothes were covering.

"I'm taking you to a hospital." Sam said his tone dead serious. He picked Dean up into his arms, one arm under his back, the other his legs. He stood up and hurried to the exit. It sickened him how light Dean was. Dean had always been skinny, but never this bad.

"No! No hospital!" Dean said, struggling weakly in Sam's arms.

"Dean, you're seriously injured, I'm taking you to a hospital, I'm getting you help." He wasn't going to mess around when it came to his brother's health

"No Sammy...if we stop in a hospital nearby, it will be one of the first places he looks. He'll probably check every hospital, even the ones by Stanford. And the doctors will ask questions, they'll want to know who did this and I don't want them getting involved. That will just make him angrier." Dean explained

Sam realized that Dean was absolutely right. And who was he to think that Dean wasn't very smart? He seemed a lot smarter than Sam at the moment. "Okay, I won't take you to a hospital. But I'm going to have one of my friends fix you up. He's a nursing major, and he's going to graduate this year, he's real good and I can trust him not to say anything to anyone. We're safe with that okay?"

Dean nodded into Sam's chest as they reached the Impala. Sam didn't like the car at all. His father never really drove it anywhere, drove his other car. When Sam turned 16 he allowed Sam to take it. Sam hadn't understood back then why Dean still didn't have his license and why Dean couldn't have the car. He now realized that his father wouldn't have wanted Dean to drive because then he might be able to drive Sam away. And plus Dean wasn't worth the money in his eyes. The only reason Sam hadn't sold the car for something quicker and more modern is because Dean loved it. He had a thing for old cars. Sam would drive him around in it all the time and Dean would be fascinated by it. So he kept the car because it reminded him of Dean. He couldn't throw out something Dean loved so much. He was going to teach Dean how to drive and once Dean got his license; he would give the car to him. It was never really his to begin with; it had always belonged to Dean.

Sam placed Dean in the car carefully laying his legs out on the front seat and then he slid in the driver's side. There was just enough room. Sam pulled out his cell phone.

"I'm going to tell Jess to call Carl, my friend, and tell him to get things ready. Is it okay if I tell Jess about what...happened...? Don't worry, I'll tell her not to let Carl know. I'll tell him a different story." He asked, referring to what their father did to Dean.

"Go ahead, she'd find out eventually anyway..." Dean sighed

So Sam called Jess and told her a quick version of what happened. She was immediately horrified and called Carl right away. Before he hung up with her he told her one last thing. "If my father calls the apartment, tell him I'm out with friends. Don't tell him anything about Dean."

Carl helped Dean like he was supposed to and didn't ask any questions. He knew that if Sam didn't tell him anything, that it was none of his business and Sam had a right to keep this from him. He knew Sam would never hurt his brother, and that something else had. But that wasn't for him to know.

Dean ended up having, a broken arm, five broken ribs, and a nasty looking gouge in his left leg that looked to be caused by a knife, and a slight concussion. Not to mention the many other more minor injuries Dean had. Sam had been disgusted by how many new scars he had seen on Dean's body. Dean always had a lot of scars, but never this many. His father must have really gone to work on his brother when he was gone. Sam was determined to never have another scar put on his brother's body.

Jess automatically allowed Dean to lie in their bed; she was already taken to Dean. Hovering around him and putting a glass of water on the nightstand in case he was thirsty, covering him up in blankets, and they haven't even spoken yet. Dean passed out after Carl fixed him up.

"Your poor brother!" Jess cried once Carl had left. "How could someone do something so cruel to someone who never hurt them in their life?" She ran a hand through Dean's hair. Sam came up to stand behind her and she wiped her tears away.

"Lie with him in here. I'll take the guest bed. He'll probably need you next to him." She told him

Sam just nodded, a lump still in his throat, preventing him from talking.

"Dean's such a cutie." Jess told him and turned to face him "Just like his brother." She then hugged him tight.

Jess always had that ability to make Sam feel better, even when she was suffering too. Hopefully she'll have the same affect on Dean, to make him feel better, like he's worth something. Sam's not sure if he can do it alone.

Dean will need all the help he can get. But Sam is confident that he and Jess will be able to pull it off. He's going to fix his brother no matter how hard it is.