For the time gap between the last two scenarios, that is when Sammy would've been at Stanford. Please review if you read this, you have no idea how much it'll mean to me + it makes me wanna get more chapters up quicker.
A one-year-old Sammy sits, crying as he watches his five-year-old brother bent over the side of the bed, being spanked by their Daddy with a belt, over and over. He's barely able to comprehend what's going on at this age, but Dean's crying, and that makes him cry. And it makes him scared of their Daddy.
A three-year-old Sammy sits, crying on the bed, holding his brother's hands as Daddy spanks a seven-year-old Dean with a belt. Dean wasn't supposed to touch Dad's special drink, and he hadn't. Sammy had, though. The curious toddler had picked up the drink, quickly dropping it as he squealed about how cold the bottle felt. When Dad came back from the bathroom, Dean told him that he did it. Sammy didn't understand why his big brother lied, or why Dad got so angry, but he did. He cries because Dad yells, and now he's crying because Dean's crying. When his big brother reaches back to stop the whipping, Dad just pins his arm down and continues, yelling over and over about how Dean never obeys his orders. That night, when they lay in bed, Sammy whispers to Dean, long after Dad has passed out drunk. "Dean, when I get big, I'm gonna beat him up like he does to you. I'll be so big, even bigger than Dad. And he'll never, never hurt you again."
His brother smiles, pressing a kiss to little Sammy's forehead. "Sammy, you don't worry about it. It's my job to protect you, okay?"
And Sam accepts that for now, because he knows he's safe as long as Dean's around.
A five-year-old Sammy sits, crying as Dad tells Dean to go and find something to be spanked with, because he's misplaced his belt. He cries as his brother digs through their bags desperately, finally returning with a wooden brush. They shouldn't disobey orders, he knew that now. He didn't want his big brother getting hit for it, though. Daddy had told them to stop wrestling, it was time to sleep. They had been in the car for close to twelve hours- minus bathroom breaks, though. So as soon as Dad laid down for bed, they began wrestling again, as quietly as they could, making quiet grunting noises of effort. That was when the light had been switched back on, and Dad had come over, pulling their blanket off of them and yelling, again. Sammy watches as his big brother holds the brush out for Dad. He watches the way his brother knows to place his hands on the bed, his gaze set on the wall as he waits to take his punishment like a "good soldier" like Dad says. Sammy cries when Daddy spanks Dean. He places both his little hands atop his brother's, crying and crying. Crying for Dean, crying with Dean. Crying because he wants to stop it, but he can't. He cries long after him and his brother are back in bed, and he cries as his brother begs him to quiet down; "Dad's gonna get frustrated if you don't stop, Sammy." Dean whispers.
"One day, I'm gonna beat him up. If he tries to hurt you, I'll beat him up so bad, he won't be able to anymore." Little Sammy promises. "One day, I'll protect you like you do me."
An eight-year-old Sammy cries as his father drags a twelve-year-old Dean by his arm into the motel room, ordering him over the bed as soon as the door is closed. Dean was supposed to obey orders on the hunt. He was supposed to let Dad use Sammy as bait for the monster. When he realized what was happening, though; when he saw his little brother alone, searching desperately for him and Dad, he took off. He picked his little brother up hugged him close, shielding him with his own body, lest any monsters hurt his precious treasure.
Sammy cried as Dean went and placed his hands on the bed, finding someplace on the wall to fix his eyes. He ran over to his big brother, crawling onto the bed, starting to stand. "No, Daddy! No, no! No more hitting my brother!"
He screamed when Dad came and picked him up off the bed, setting him down to bend his youngest son over the bed as he unbuckled his belt with his free hand.
He cried because it was going to hurt. He cried because he hates Dad, and he cries because he's scared.
He waits to hear the sound of his Dad's belt hitting his jeans, but instead hears the sound of glass shattering as it hits the hard floor. He looks up as much as Dad's arm will allow to see his brother standing next to the broken bottle, staring at their father expectantly. Dad does just as Dean wanted him to and releases Sammy, going for his oldest son and not giving him the chance to lean over the bed this time before he wraps an arm around him, starting to beat him with his belt without thinking. Without hesitation, without remorse or even intent. He beats Dean until he's lost his grip, and his son is on the floor, shielding his head as he lays, sobbing, sobbing and begging for his father to please, please stop.
Sammy cries now, trying to pull his big brother into his arms. He cries that night when they're in bed, under the covers. "I promise." He whispers. "One day, when I'm big- bigger than Dad, I'll beat him up when he does it. I'll beat him up so bad, he'll be scared of me. I'll scare him like he does to us."
An eleven-year-old Sammy watches as his fifteen-year-old brother and Dad return from a hunt. He watches as Dean comes straight inside and takes his shirt off, going to place two hands against the wall, squaring his shoulders and adjusting the way he stands. He watches his Dad take off his belt, folding it over before he hikes his arm back, bringing it down full-force across Dean's back. He curls up under the desk and cries, he cries as he watches his father beat his favorite person in the world, because there's nothing he can do about it. Dad's told him that if he calls the police, they'll all go to jail, and he'll never see his big brother ever again, and that scares him more than anything. So he waits for Dad to finish up with Dean, and runs to be with his brother as soon as Dad leaves to "go get a drink."
He sits down next to his brother, who lays stomach-down on the bed, and softly runs his back for him. "Someday, Dean, someday, when I'm big, I'm gonna beat Dad up real bad. Like he does to you. I'll make him wish he'd never done any of this."
A fifteen-year-old Sammy watches as his father takes his nineteen-year-old brother by the back of the neck, guiding him to the side of the impala, barking a sharp order to "get into position, soldier." Sammy watches as his brother shrugs out of his jacket, and then slips off his shirt before placing his hands against the smooth metal of the car, waiting for his whipping. He watches as Dad goes and retrieves a branch from a tree because his belt "don't seem to be doing any good lately."
Sam watches the way his brother shies away from the feeling of the stick on his skin as soon as Dad places it against his back, warning his eldest to stay still. When Dad brings the branch down, Dean lets out a pained cry, something Sam hasn't heard him do in years. He watches as his brother breaks stance, reaching down to let lose his own belt, folding it over before offering it out to their father, all but begging to be beaten with it instead.
Sam sits, crying quietly as his father orders Dean to "stop being a bitch and take this like a man."
His brother assumes his position again before their father lays into his back, not hesitating anymore with the damned stick, going after not only Dean's back, but his sides as well this time.
Sam cries in the car when his father and brother get back in, he cries about the broken look on his brother's face, and he cries about how much he hates his father. That night, after Dad went "out" for the night, Sam followed his brother to bed, rubbing his back for him until he fell asleep.
"I promise, Dean." Sammy whispered. "Someday, when I'm bigger than Dad, I'm gonna beat him, like he does to you. I'll beat the hell out of him."
A twenty-two year old Sammy watches as his father takes his twenty-six year old brother by the arm, pulling him up from the couch Dean sat on after a snide comment he made about one of Dad's orders. "Hands on the wall, soldier, now. Into position." As his brother goes to obey, something snaps inside Sam. "No! No, you aren't gonna hit my brother!" He gave his father a good punch in the face before he lost it completely, beating and beating John, until all he could hear was his own heartbeat, and Dean's distant pleading for him to; "stop, stop it, Sammy."
Sam glances down at their unconscious, bloody father on the ground. How long had he beaten him for? It's not until he sees the gun in his hand to realize their father isn't unconscious; he's dead. And he's the one who's killed him.
