A special update since it's Easter-though it's not a very happy fic lol
Dean watched his brother sink into a deep sleep. Slowly he fingered the welts, anger boiling inside of him.
Slowly he pulled Sam's shirt back down and crawled into bed. He shook his head.
As soon as he found those assholes...with those thoughts inside of him he managed to fall asleep.
The door knocked, startling both of them. Sam stifffened at the knocking, memories of last night replaying in his head. Dean quickly opened the door and John walked in briskly.
"Found a hunt nearby," John said. "A poltergiest"
"Great, I just love those things." Dean rolled his eyes and John looked at him suddenly.
"I think you should do this one alone, Dean," he said suddenly and Dean frowned.
"What?"
"It's about time you went on a hunting trip alone. Sam has to go to school anyway." His eyes travelled to his youngest son who was sitting up. "It'll be good practice," he added.
"You're...you're letting me go on a hunt by myself?"
John nodded with a smile.
"You've earned it son."
Dean turned to Sam with a grin but his grin faultered when he saw how pale Sam looked,
"Sammy, you okay?"
Sam swallowed and glanced briefly at his father who gave him a warning look with his eyes.
"Yeah, 'm fine. That's great though, really great."
Dean's smile returned.
"As soon as you get out of that jail that's school we'll be able to go on more hunts together," he promised. Sam continued to smile.
"That's great," he found himself repeating. "I'd like that."
The grin still remained on Dean's face, completly oblvious to the real reason John wanted him out of the way. More access to Sam. But worry found him. Should he really be leavnig Sam alone when these kids were giving him such a hard time?
"Well what are you waiting of?" John told Sam suddenly. "Don't want to be late for school, do you?"
Sam quickly shook his head.
"No sir." His voice was flat.
John nodded.
"Bobby's letting you borrow one of his cars," he added to Dean. "It's waiting for you in the parking lot."
Dean grinned, pride filling him. Pride that his father was finally letting him go on a hunt by himself.
"Thanks Dad, really you don't know what this means to me," he said sincerly.
"You've earned it." John's voice was gruff when he spoke and left. Dean looked at Sam who's face suddenly appeared crestfallen. How was he going to survive those days without Dean?
"Hey buddy, you seriously okay with me going by myself?" Worry was in Dean's voice now.
"Yeah," Sam quickly lied and Dean snorted.
"You always were such a lousy liar." He sat next to Sam. "Those kids, are you worried about them giving you trouble?"
Slowly Sam nodded.
Dean sighed.
"Maybe you could ask dad to show you a few more moves, or something. I would, but there's no time." He bit his lip. "Maybe I should tell dad..."
"Don't!" Sam pratically shouted. "Sorry." He saw the surprise in Dean's eyes. "It's nothing, I'll be able to handle it. I promise."
Dean frowned.
"You sure?"
"Yeah, I'm sure."
"All right." Dean sighed. "I still think you should tell dad-" He saw the fear in Sam's eyes. "But I know you won't. Just here, take this as a precaution." He handed Sam his knife. "You're gonna need it more right now than I will," he added. Sam slowly took it, fingering the handle. John had given it to Dean on his 13th birthday.
"Thanks," he whispered.
Dean nodded.
"Just don't lose it," he warned his little brother who attempted to smile back.
"I won't," Sam promised.
"And only use it when you really need to," he added. Sam nodded, wondering if he could ever use it on John. Would he have the heart, the stomach to stab his own father?
But he was glad to know it was there. That he could keep it under his pillow.
"I'll remember that," he promised and Dean grinned while ruffling his hair.
"Get dressed squirt," he teased, using Sam's old nickname. Sam's face flushed.
"I'm not a squirt anymore," he muttered as he stood up.
"To me you'll always be one," Dean said, playfully batting his eyeslashes. Sam punched him on the shoulder as he grabbed his jeanes. Finally Dean was getting him to really smile but now he was begining to feel sick. Dean would be gone for a while, a few days at least, who knows how often John would want to rape Sam.
But this was Dean's first hunting trip alone. He had to swallow his fears.
"Take it like a man!" As his father would yell at him.
He'd be brave, Dean would want him to be brave. Mary would want him to be brave.
Quickly he dressed, anxious to be in school. Away from that monster.
Dean let him hug him before taking off in the car Bobby lent him.
"Take care kiddo, don't do anything I wouldn't do," Dean added with a mischevious wink. Sam smiled and waved as Dean drove off. He flinched as he saw his father looking at him.
"Aren't we going to the school?" Sam asked desperatly. He had to escape during the day, he just had to.
"I think you could use a day off, don't you?" John asked smoothly.
"Dad, please, I just want to go to school."
"I always thought you were a weird kid, most kids would be thrilled with a day off."
"Please dad, not now. Can't it wait?" John grabbed him by the collar.
"Get inside," he hissed. Trying not to start sobbing Sam quickly obeyed and John locked the door.
"I'm still hurting," Sam protested. "From last night."
"You're own damned fault," John growled. "You shouldn't have locked the damn door. You deserve it."
"Please, daddy..." Sam tried a desperate trick, calling him daddy instead of dad. Trying to get John to remember that he was still a kid. But John didn't even flinch.
"Strip," he ordered. Sam didn't move. "Don't make me strip for you!" He boomed, his voice threatening.
Sobbing Sam obeyed.
"And stop crying!" John hit him across the face, startling him. "Take it like a Goddamned man! I didn't raise you to be weak!"
"Yes sir," Sam whispered, praying that Dean had forgotten something. That he'd come back for him.
"Now bed over." John's voice was a dark growl now. Sam quickly obeyed and bit his lip to keep from crying out as John entered him. He grabbed the blankets in front of him and waited for it to be over. Waited for Dean to come in and save him.
But Dean wasn't going to come. He knew that for a fact.
This time he was all alone, with no one to help him, or to even care...
TBC
