A/N 1 - Thanks again to all who have read/reviewed/messaged me about this! It means a lot!

A/N 2 - This chapter might look a little jumpy with lots of **** lines, but I really wanted to explore some Sam POVs in this chapter, as this is a hurt!Sam fic after all! So that seemed like the only way to separate the POVs. Any section not titled Sam is just telling you what is happening at the time & is not Sams POV. I know I'm probably talking to you guys like you're idiots but I felt the need to explain anyways :/

DISCLAIMERS: Again, I don't own Supernatural, nor will I ever stand the chance of doing do. Playing with characters owned by someone else and plot given to me by someone else.


PART THREE

Before either of them had a chance to respond the door flew open, hitting off the wall behind it as a voice boomed through the room "What in the hell are you doing here?". Both Dean and 'Andrew'/Sam turned and looked, Daniel had returned home earlier than either of them had imagined...

Daniel stood in the doorway blocking it completely with hands on both sides of the door frame "I think you'll find I asked a question?" he said looking at Dean, but it was Sam who started talking, although his head was saying 'ohgodohgodohgod' his mouth said "S-s-i-ir, he, u-um, he w-wanted to..."

"Shurrup Andrew I never asked you! I'll deal with you later on son." Daniel interrupted, speaking through gritted teeth that seemed to add a menacing hiss to his words, then he pointed at Dean and said "But right now I'm talking this guy". Before Dean had a chance to say anything, Daniel ran across to him, gabbed him by the jacket and threw him into the wall.

Slumping down the wall as he tried to clear the gathering fog from his head, Dean saw Daniel turn and lean over Sam, who had now shrunk down trembling into the corner that he had backed himself into in his attempts to get away from Dean earlier. Although he couldn't see Daniels face, he didn't need to to know what expression it had when he whisperingly hissed "You think you've had it bad before? Huh? Pfft! That's nothing compared to what you've got coming for letting him in when I told you not to! Do you even realise what could have happened? I'm gonna make you wish you'd never been fucking born!"

Halfway through Daniels threat Dean sprung up drawing his gun as he stood, and as he aimed it at Daniel he said "OK, enough! Here's whats gonna happen if you want to avoid a bullet in your skull..."

Daniel cut him off by laughing, and in one fluid movement while dragging Sam up by the hair with his left hand, pulling a knife from his pocket with his right hand and moving it to point at Sams throat, he said "Oh yeah? I don't think so Agent" as he then moved Sam in front of him to essentially use him as a shield. The look in Sams eyes as Daniel stood behind him made Deans blood boil, and although he only caught a fleeting glimpse of that look, Dean knew it'd etched in his brain for at least the next 40 years. It was that look of someone about to have something terrible done to them without any way to stop it, a panicky but resigned look, which told Dean that this wasn't the first time Daniel had stood behind Sam and... 'oh God'. Daniel stopped the train of thought running through Deans head by saying "Now why don't you leave us before he gets it?" Sam seemed to zone out somewhere around that point.

"Sounds to me like he's gonna 'get it' whether I stay or not" Dean said, trying with everything he had to force the blinding rage back a bit for now, he needed to be in control more than ever right now. "And for your information Daniel, I'm not leaving without Sam".

"His name is Andrew asshole!"

Keeping his gun trained firmly on the space between Daniels eyebrows Dean said "Yeah well I say it's Sam. Now why don't you drop the knife and we can all walk away from this?" as he thought 'only two of us will be walking away from this'. Daniel shook his head with with a sneering grin. Dean said "What, this how you get off? Beating up kids, and probably a whole lot worse, until they're too terrified to leave you? I'll only ask once again. Drop. The. Knife"

"Nu-uh. It's not my fault he's damn clumsy for his own good. What a fuck-up. My wife an' me have been nothing but good to him. Yeah, we've punished him, but it was only for his own good... When he did something wrong. How dare you barge in here, pulling your gun on me and threatening to take away my son! I'll only ask you once more. Leave. Now" and on the last word Daniel dug the knife tip in a little to Sams throat, just deep enough to draw a little bit of blood. "Or this goes all the way in". Sam seemed to jerk, and on coming back to himself he started to struggle in Daniels hold again.

"No. Not. Without. Sam." Dean ground out flexing his finger on the trigger of the gun.


Sam:

The last words Sam heard from beside his ear were "don't think so Agent" feeling Daniels hot Whiskey laced breath pass over his ear as they were spoken.

For his part, Sam couldn't focus on anything other than the fact that Daniel was standing behind him, with his groin there - right behind him, right where it usually started to... 'God please no. Not again. Not with this guy too...'. And maybe that's what this was, the test was to see if he would have disappointed Daniel, and he'd really done it hands down this time by letting the guy in '... brought it on myself...'.

Who was this guy anyway? How did he know about the dreams where he wasn't Andrew, but was called Sam. It felt so right in the dream, but he knew it couldn't be more than a dream, it wasn't what he deserved, it wasn't his rightful place in the world.

"...leaving without Sam..." filtered into the haze, spoken by the other guy.

'So that's it, they know about my dreams. He's here to punish me for dreaming about having a family'. But he could have sworn no-one knew about them... he never saw anyone except from Marsha and Daniel and the few clients they brought to the house. They must have overheard him dreaming. 'Always being monitored...'

A sharp pain jolted him out of his thoughts and he became aware of being held by Daniel from behind again he started struggling 'can't do this. one is bad enough, but two... No. can't. Can't do it. God, why would he even bring someone else after all this time...?'.

The next words that drifted through Sams proved to be the breaking point for him "Not. Without. Sam"...


What happened next not only took them all by surprise, but it also provided the much needed break in the stalemate and tension that had been steadily developing between Dean and Daniel, as Sam stood tall and shouted at the top of his voice "Stop calling me that!". Daniel was caught by surprise at the outburst and in jumping a little he loosened his grip on Sam. Sam ducked out of the hold as Deans hunter instincts saw the opportunity and fired his gun, hitting Daniel in the chest. Daniel then collapsed to the floor. Sam was so shocked by his own outburst and by the shot which seemed to be in response to it, that he turned and fled up the stairs, taking them two at a time. He ran into his room, opened the closet door 'that closet' and shut the door behind him. It probably wasn't the best hiding place, since he had flashbacks of those nights he'd been made to spend in there by just looking at the closet door from the outside.

"Sam, wait!" Dean called, and giving Daniel a quick visual once over to make sure he wasn't going anywhere soon, he ran up the stairs after Sam. He sighed and ran his hands through his hair, "I'm not going to hurt you, please... I just want to help you". he said as he stood in the hallway trying to work out where Sam had gone. He opened the door to the room to his left, which was nicely decorated and had a kingsize bed, glancing into the room, he thought 'bastard!' and closed the door. He tried the door directly in front of him, which turned out to be the bathroom. Trying the only other door left to open, the one to the right, he braced himself and opened the door and when he did he instantly knew that the sight which greeted him completely knocked the bottom out of the expectations he'd had. As he glanced round he took in the threadbare carpet, fading and ripped wallpaper, cuffs on the radiator and the burst lightbulb which was hanging from the ceiling. The other thing that didn't escape him was the pools and drops of blood staining the carpet and more in one corner of the room, which he knew without a doubt that was the area of the room where Sam slept. He asked, trying to keep the anger out of his voice, "Sam are you in here?", but there was no answer. He tried "Andrew? Are you in here?", but again there was no answer. Seeing no other place that Sam could have gone, Dean walked over to the closet & pulled open the door, revealing a cowering and trembling Sam.


Sam:

"Stop calling me that!" and he felt the grip on his neck loosen just enough, and although he knew he would pay dearly for it later on after the guy had gone, he ducked out of the grip Daniel had on him. The next thing he heard was a shot 'knew I shouldn't have shouted out or ducked', so he turned and ran up the stairs, his long legs making it easy to take them two at a time.

"Sam wait" the guy called 'no' was Sams response, but only inside his own head - he knew better than to answer back.

'Not enough time to get into the attic', he opened his room door and ran in, knowing that the other place up here that he could hide was the closet. Closing his eyes against the flashback of the last week he'd spent in there 'no, no time for that', he opened the door and ignoring the shackles that still hung from the ceiling of the closet, he closed the door behind him & slid down the wall.

Through the solid closet door he heard the muffled sound of his room door opening and the guys voice said "Sam are you in here?". Sam then started mantra in his head 'Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet and he'll go away, better the devil you know than the devil you don't know'.

"Andrew? Are you in here?" 'Better the devil you know than the devil you don't, don't move, don't make a sound and he'll leave'.

Then came the footsteps, and the closet door was pulled open. Usually he felt a sense of overwhelming relief and was ready to do anything he was ordered to, lapping up the cool air that streamed in when that happened, but not this time. 'Keep looking down, don't look at him'. He couldn't stop himself from shaking, displaying his fear of this man.


"Pl-l-ease, I d-don't know what y-you want, I'm sorry sir" Sam said and unknowingly broke Deans heart in the process. Dean looked at Sam and almost crumpled from the sharp punch to the gut from the guilt and sorrow he felt closing in.

Kneeling down so that he was level with Sam and not towering over him, he said "Can you look at me?". Sam lifted his head, and Dean wasn't sure if it was because he wanted to, or an automatic reaction. "OK, I'm gonna call the police and..."

"No! N-no police, p-please" Sam interrupted, straightening up from the slumped posture he had, then looking back down he said 'S-s-orry, do what you want to Sir".

"Can you look at me please?" Sam looked up again and Dean maintained eye contact and continued "Look, buddy, if you don't want me to call the police then I won't, but if that's gonna be the way we do this then we have to leave, like yesterday". Dean had suppress a chuckle at Sams bemused look when he said that. "What I mean is that I shot him, the neighbours will have heard the gunshots, which means if they haven't already called the police then they'll be calling them right now." Pausing let Sam digest this, and taking care not to use either 'Sam' or "Andrew', while thinking of a way to make what he was about to say not sound like an order, Dean then said "I'd like you to come with me. I can get you cleaned up and look after you."

"C-can I a-a-sk a qu-qu-question please?" Sam asked, and Dean noted that he tripped over these words more than any of the others he'd said to him. It made Deans brow furrow in concern, and noticing Sams expression he made his face a blank canvas again before nodding. "Why?".

"Why what Sam?" Dean inwardly cursed himself for calling his brother by his own name, but the kid seemed so wrapped up in his train of thought he didn't notice.

"Why do you call me Sam? How can you know that? And why do you want me to come with you?"

"It's a long story, but you're my brother Sam. We've been looking for you for fourteen years now. And when I came here to investigate what happened to Marsha, I saw you and I noticed the burn scar on your arm and I knew it was you" hearing the tears creeping into his own voice he continued "I just, I couldn't believe it, after all this time". Quickly coming back to the reality of the situation he said "We have to leave Sam, we can't stay here. We can discuss this back at my motel room and I promise I'll fill you in".

"So you're really an FBI agent?" Sam asked

"No I'm not an FBI agent, that was a cover story so that I could find out what happened. My real name is Dean Winchester, and your real name isn't Andrew, it's Samuel Winchester" Dean said. Seeing that Sam had more to ask, Dean said "You can speak Sam, I won't hurt you, I never would. I'll answer any questions you have"

"If you lied about being an FBI agent, ho-how do I know I you're telling the truth? I don't have any family. They all died and then I came here and got what I deserved for killing them"

"Sam no, God no. You, no-one deserves to live like this. I have photos of you, me and dad, and I have photos of you after you hurt your arm. The scars are the same Sammy" Sam still looked like he had doubts, which Dean didn't blame him for at all. Deciding that they needed to leave quickly, Dean tried a change of tactic "Look, at the end of the day, you can stay here and let the cops find you and live the rest of your life being afraid, or you can come with me and have better life than you've had here. That much I can promise you". Then he stood up and offered his hand out to Sam.

'I don't know this guy, I don't trust him, but I don't want to live like this forever' Sam thought. He nodded and deciding that he didn't want to let the guy touch him yet, but that he probably couldn't get up under his own steam, Sam took the offered hand. They started walking towards the bedroom door as Dean said "OK c'mon buddy, let's get you out of here", when a swaying figure holding a rifle gun walked into the doorway.

"Daniel" Dean said, taking in the sight of the man. If he weren't such a pathetic asshole Dean would have admired his sheer willpower and determinism in making up the stairs with the blood streaming from the wound in his chest.

"He" Daniel said as he aimed the rifle at Sam "ain't goin anywhere outside..." pausing to take a breath and swallow he continued "...this house". Daniel seemed to sway a bit and the gun lowered before he came back to himself again and lifted the gun, taking aim once again.

As Sam grabbed Deans arm out of fear, Dean couldn't help but feel a swell of pride in his chest at the trust Sam showed through that one little act. "Yeah he is, he's leaving here with me, with his brother, and there's not a goddamn thing you can do to stop us".

"Think you'll find I'm the one with the gun this time pal" Daniel said with a sneer.

Seeing him start to sway again, Dean squeezed Sams hand, shook himself loose of the grasp Sam had on his arm, and pounced. He pushed Daniel backwards and made him loose his footing as he stumbled backwards in the hallway. 'The stairs' ran through his mind, and before the thought had halfway finished, Dean gave Daniel a little grin that said 'this is it' and was reaching out with his right fist, catching Daniel on the left side of his cheek. Dean felt the crunch of bone under his fist as Daniel swayed to the side from the impact, and his already lost footing completely gave way as he leaned further to his right, and his foot missed the floor and fell, followed by Daniels body as it thudded down the stairs, hitting of the walls as he fell.

Dean felt someone behind him and turned round to see Sam standing with tears in his eyes. Sam reached out to wipe a stray tear away but Sam flinched. So he lowered his hand and held it out for Sam to hold onto his arm for support and said "OK, lets go Sammy". Sam took the offer of support, and they made their way down the stairs, past Daniels crumpled body lying at the foot of the stairs, limbs folded in ways that they should never be moved. Dean noticed the very slight rise and fall of his chest, and knowing that Daniel would never be coming after them in that state, and that something else would get him before he even made it to the door, Dean grinned again before opening the door, looking at Sam and saying "you're safe now Sam, let's go", and together they made their way to the Impala.

TBC...


A/N: This was originally intended to be a short chapter... but ... well you see you how that worked out! As always, please let me know your thoughts, I'm open to Excellent/Terrible and anything in between :)