Disclaimer: See chapter one
This is a extension of a sort from authoressnebula's Don't Say a Word. It's pretty dark and kinda graphic. So BE WARNED!
Wow, got the update up fast! Don't count on updates being this fast though. I always start fics off fast, then I usually slow down to a update per week...
I'll probably have the next chapter of No Matter What up by tomorrow...
Anyway, enjoy chapter two!
There was a sickening pop as John got off of Sam. Sam trembled at the intrusion he still felt. John roughly pulled the towel out of Sam's mouth and lifted Sam off the bed and gave him a bear hug. "God, I luv ya sooo much, Sammy… I jus wish ya didn' ma-ake me dooo these things…."
Sam's body shook harder. "'M sorry…"
John scoffed. "Yeah… ya should beee…" He let go of his son and administered a swift slap across his face. "Naw git ta bed an' make sure ya brother don'ts find out!"
Tears burning his face, Sam quickly ran to his room, forgetting his pajamas and ignoring the wetness trailing down his legs.
Sam quickly closed his bedroom door behind him and just stood there leaning against the door. Sam trembled and started to sob when he felt the wetness reach his ankles and start to spill on the floor. Regrettably, Sam looked down. The liquid was red and thick. Blood, mixed with… something. Something not right, not right at all. Sam quickly grabbed a shirt he knew he'd never wear again and started to wipe himself off slowly. Sam sobbed as the pain in his body spiked at the extra movements. But desperately not wanting Dean to find out what he did, he continued to clean himself until most of the blood and… stuff was gone. After he was done, Sam quickly hid the shirt under his bed and quickly burrowed himself under the covers of his bed. Sam sobbed silently into his pillow. God, what have I done? God, look what I did to Daddy! What did I do to Daddy? Whatever it is I know it's not good. Oh god…! What do I do now!?
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"Rise and shine, princess!"
Sam groaned at the sudden light pouring into the room. He heard Dean scoff. "C'mon, Sam! It's Saturday! And Dad said we got the day off!"
Sam shuddered at the mention of their father. Thankfully, Dean didn't notice. "Wh-where's Dad?"
"Went out about an hour ago. I think he was drunk last night… Could smell the whiskey on him." Dean sat next to Sam on his bed, frowning a little at Sam's apparent lack of clothing. "Dude, are you sleeping in your underwear?"
Sam blushed and felt his tears rise up in him again. He fought to keep them down and away from his brother's sight. "N-not really…"
Dean looked at Sam in shock. "You're sleeping naked?!"
Sam blushed redder and looked down ashamed. Dean got up and quickly grabbed a pair of sweats and boxers and a sweatshirt. "Dude, you've got to be freezing!" he said as he threw the clothing onto Sam's bed. "Where're your pajamas?"
"I-I don't know." Truth be told, Sam wasn't all that cold at all. Sure he was trembling and stuttering but that had nothing to do with the temperature. Actually… Sam couldn't really feel the cold at all, right now.
"What do you mean, you don't know? Where'd you put 'em last?"
"I don't know means I don't know, Dean!" Sam snapped back angrily."
"Okay, okay!" Dean put his arms up in defense. "Just get dressed and we'll go out today!"
"I-I'm not feeling well, Dean."
"Yeah, well you don't… Where did you get those from!?" Dean pointed to Sam's arms. Sam looked down and saw the hand shaped bruises where John held him.
"I-I…"
"Did someone at school do that?!" Dean growled. "Just tell me their name and they'll wish…"
"No! It wasn't anyone at school…"
Dean sat down next to Sam and carefully inspected the bruises. Sam flinched away from his touch, causing Dean to frown. Sam felt guilty, knowing his brother would never hurt him and looked down and Dean continued with his inspection. Sam started to revel in Dean's kind touch as his hands carefully probed the bruises with gentle, soothing hands. Dean sighed, knowing if Sam didn't want to tell him the cause of the bruises, there'd be no forcing it out of him. Dean brought his inspection up to Sam's face, caressing his face, looking for any signs bruises or cuts. Dean's frown deepened when he saw a flash of a grimace flit across Sam's face. "Sammy, are you okay?" Dean asked when he found no signs of further injuries.
"Y-yeah. My… um… stomach is kinda icky."
"Alright." Dean said disbelievingly. He got up and walked towards the bathroom. "I'm gonna get ya some Tylenol. It should help with your stomach and those bruises."
"Thanks…" Sam quickly grabbed the clothing and put them on. Sam moaned as pain shot up his body. God, why do I hurt so much? I don't have any injuries besides the bruises so why…? Sam breathed heavily as he tried to work through his confusion. Why was blood trailing down my legs last night? Oh, god! What happened to me!?
Dean walked back into the bedroom to find Sam standing, now fully clothed. As Dean got closer, he saw silent tears running down Sam's face. "Sammy?"
Sam jumped a little, before turning away, bringing an arm up to wipe the tears away. Dean placed the pills and water on the dresser and grabbed Sam's head gently. "Sam, what's wrong?"
Sam looked deep into Dean's concerned eyes with his own fear-filled, teary ones. "Nightmare," Sam mumbled.
Dean gave him a confused look. "Is that what this is all about? A nightmare?" Sam nodded. "What was it about?"
Sam trembled under Dean's grip. "A monster got me."
Dean frowned. "What kind of monster?"
Sam shook his head. "Just a monster. He hurt me…"
Realization filled Dean's face and for a moment Sam thought that Dean had miraculously figured it out. What he had done.
Dean knew that someone (or more likely, something) had hurt Sam. Bad. But if Sam really didn't want to tell Dean, there was no way he could make him. Damn Sam and his stubbornness! Whether Sam really had a nightmare or not, it was all that Sam was willing to say. Dean grabbed the pills and water and gave them to Sam. "Let's make some pancakes and warm us up, 'kay squirt?"
Sam smiled, relieved that Dean didn't seem to know the truth. "'Kay!"
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"Dean!"
Sam froze at his father's shout. He swallowed hard, trying to keep the trembles and tears away from his brother's sight.
"Yeah, Dad?"
"Before you and Sam go off today, I need ya to go out and get some salt. We're almost out."
"'Kay. We're almost done with the dishes."
CRASH!
Dean spun around to find Sam standing over a shattered plate. Syrup started to leak onto the floor and glued the pieces down. "Sam, you okay!?" Dean noticed that Sam was trembling, his eyes were wide, and he was breathing heavily. "Sam?"
Sam's head snapped up, suddenly back from his reverie. Sam looked down at the broken pieces of ceramic at his feet before kneeling down and starting to clean them up.
Dean knelt down with him. "Here, Sam let me help."
"Look, boys," John said, "I'm going to be at the library doing research until later tonight."
"That's fine, Dad," Dean said. "We'll hold fort 'till you get back."
"Make sure you get that salt, son."
"Don't worry we will."
John nodded before leaving the room and driving away.
"Sam?"
"Y-yeah." Sam had thrown all the shards away and now went on to clean up the sticky mess on the floor.
"What was that about?"
"I just… Remembered a part of the nightmare."
"And that is…?"
Sam sighed. He had to think up of a line of bullshit that his brother would believe quickly. "Th-the monster grabbed my arms and p-pinned me against a wall."
Dean nodded, still confused. Dean was starting to wonder if this was Sam's way of telling Dean, or if Sam was having supernatural dreams that were manifesting on his body.
"Let's go buy some salt. Then we'll hang out at the mall, 'kay?"
Sam nodded, still shaken from his father's appearance. "'Kay."
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That night, Sam curled deep under his covers. Frightened to make a sound, move, even breathe. He stared at the clock, unable to fall asleep. 11:30 PM. 12:14 AM. 1:47 AM.
Sam jumped when he heard his bedroom door creep open. "D-Dean…?"
"Heeey, Sammee…" John slurred. He stumbled over to Sam's bed. Sam whimpered as he sat up and pressed himself against the backboard. "Whh-hy ya do t'is ta mee…" John stood there, eyeing Sam lustfully. "Strip."
Sam was frozen at the spot, absolutely terrified of making his father… do that to him again and of Dean hearing them and finding out. "Wh-what?"
John glared at Sam for not immediately complying with his order. He stepped up and slapped Sam across the face. "Do aasss I-ee saay bo-oy!"
Sam looked up at his father with tear-filled eyes. Simply afraid to do anything else, Sam got out of bed and quickly took off the pants and t-shirt serving as his pajamas.
"Bo-oxers tooo, s-son…"
Sam let out a muffled sob as he slowly pulled his boxers down his legs and slipped them off. Sam wrapped his arms around himself to try and calm the trembling that was only partially from the cold motel air. John smiled as he himself removed his clothing. After he was naked, John frowned at the silent tears running down his son's face. "Why ya cry-ying…?" Sam's breathing hitched in fear. "Ya's the one whooo doin'ns this!" John slapped Sam a couple more times for emphasis.
"'M sorry…" Sam whimpered.
John shook his head in disappointment. "Ca-an't belieeeves ya doin' tis ta me…" John grabbed Sam and pinned him to the bed. "Staaay shhh'd 'less ya want Deeean ta hear…"
Sam knew this. Sam knew that Dean would hate and be disgusted with him if he ever found out, so he knew he had to stay quiet. Sam bit his lip to muffle the whimpers as John proceeded to kiss and rub his gear hard against Sam's body. John grunted in rhythm with his body as he rubbed harder against different parts of Sam's body, as though trying to find the ideal placement…
Sam tried to ignore his body's betrayal, knowing that it must be the reason this was happening. It must be what Sam's doing to make his father act this way. The problem was Sam didn't know how to stop it.
It went on the same as the previous night, except each part lasted much, much longer than last night. It seemed that Sam's entire body was rubbed raw before John finally entered. Sam screamed in the pillow at the intrusion. Sam sobbed hard as the pain seemed so much more than last time.
I'm sorry, Sam thought weakly. I'm so sorry, Daddy… Please forgive me… I promise I'll try harder. God, I'm so sorry!
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