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Warning: Non-con (rape) Implied in this chapter.
Chapter Three: Meeting Jessica
Dean opened up the door to Sam's dorm and they walked inside. Sam behind Dean. Dean had noticed half-way back that Sam had grabbed hold of the hem of his jacket. Dean didn't say anything. He knew that it was what Sam needed. When they entered the dorm, Dean had Sam close the door. He couldn't help smiling a little when Sam closed and locked the door all without letting go of Dean's jacket.
Dean reached around and grabbed hold of Sam's wrist. He could feel the tenseness of the muscles in his brother's hand. He knew Sam had to be white-knuckling his jacket. Dean decided that he wouldn't make him let go, that he would just take it off. Removing his jacket became a hard feat seeing how Sam not only had hold of his jacket but his shirt as well. Dean got one arm out of the jacket and then turned and faced his little brother.
"Sammy," Dean coaxed. "It's okay." He reached up and put his hand on the back of Sam's neck and the other on his wrist. Sam did not look at Dean. His eyes stayed on the floor. Dean knew he was beating himself up over this. Dean pulled himself away from the jacket, but was still standing in front of Sam who was still holding it.
"Come on, Sammy. Look at me."
Sam looked up at Dean. He looked so tired. There was such fear and hurt in his eyes that it just broke Dean's heart.
"Why don't you give me your things and go lay down?"
Sam looked like he wanted to say something but he quickly closed his mouth. Sam let his backpack fall to the floor and he turned and headed towards his room. The entire time he has not let go of the jacket.
Dean grabbed the bag off the floor and put it on the table and walked to Sam's room and stood in the doorway. Sam was sitting on the end of the bed holding on to his jacket for dear life. Dean walked in the room and knelt down in front of Sam. He put his hands over Sam's on the jacket. With a great deal of force Dean pried Sam's hands off of the garment. Sam seemed to deflate when Dean removed the jacket from him. Dean was about to stand up so that he could put the coat on the chair when Sam lunged at him. Dean quickly stood up bringing Sam with him so that he wouldn't fall on the floor. Sam gripped Dean's collar. He pushed Dean to the far wall. Dean latched on to Sam's wrists because the look he saw in his brother's eyes the pure hatred and rage. But Dean knew that they were not geared towards him. Dean knew this was just another stage of Sam's attack. This was the reason he'd pushed to have Sam come back to the dorm. Sam was going through the last thing that he couldn't do when he was attacked so long ago. He couldn't fight back. Yeah, Dean usually got the brunt of this part, but he didn't care. Sam needed him around and Dean would not leave this for some unsuspecting soul to deal with when Dean was more that capable to handle his baby brother. And besides it was his job. Now it was his job to do the most hardest thing he could possibly do to his brother. He knew in a few seconds his brother was going to attack him and he was going to have to stop him. And by stopping his brother from hurting Dean or himself he was going to have to restrain him.
Dean knew it was coming. Sam's grip began to ease up. So did Dean's. He mirrored Sam and also loosened his grip on Sam's wrists. Dean took a deep breath and steeled his heart. Still lightly holding Sam's wrist, Dean closed his eyes and took another deep breath. When he opened them again, he saw something in Sam's eyes. Sam was looking at him, but he wasn't seeing Dean. In Sam's mind, he wasn't looking at his big brother. He was looking at Carlos, Jonathan and Peter; all in one. Sam pulled back and slammed Dean into the wall. Dean winced in pain but otherwise did not react. Sam began to pull from Dean's grasp. Dean let him go not so that Sam could hit him but so that he could get ready to do what he had to do. Dean moved away from the wall. Sam swung at him. Dean swerved out of the way. Sam swung at him again. This time hitting his intended target. He hit Dean in the jaw. Dean shook it off and readied himself again. This time when Sam swung, Dean was able to get in the right position so that he could wrap his arm around Sam's neck. Dean had Sam's neck in the crook of his elbow and he gripped under his arm. In this particular hold, Dean knew that it would cause the least amount of damage. But with the fact that Sam was now four inches taller than Dean it made it just a little bit difficult. But being the big brother he was he understood that he had to take control of this situation or it would escalate to something bigger. Each time he knew that Sam had to get that rage out. And Dean prayed that it he would always be there when that happened. He really was scared to see what would happen if by chance he wasn't there to hold Sam back.
Sam still struggling in Dean's arms. Sam pushing Dean against the wall so that he would let him go, but nothing worked. Dean slid down the wall until his was sitting on the floor and Sam was sitting with his back against Dean's chest. Once they were sitting down, Sam's struggle changed from wanting to hurt someone or something to just wanting to be let go. Now came the hardest part for Dean; the screaming. Sam started wailing. Sam trying to pry Dean's arms off of him, crying. Dean tried to keep his composure just quietly talk to Sam, reassuring him that it was alright. That he was with him and not in that garage. That as long as he was right here with Dean no one could hurt him.
After about several minutes of struggling, Sam went limp in Dean's arms. They just sat there. Dean looked down at Sam. His head on Dean's shoulder leaning against Dean's arm. Dean looked down at Sam and carded his finger thru Sam's hair and saw that Sam was starting to fall asleep.
"Sammy," Dean said shaking his arm a little.
"Yeah," Sam said, quietly.
"Why don't you get into bed?"
Sam began to press himself more and more into Dean's chest and shoulder.
"Sammy. Sammy." Dean tightening his grip on Sam. "I'll be right here. I'm not going anywhere. But you need to sleep. So let's get you in bed."
"Why can't we just..."
"Dude," Dean cut Sam off. "I'm not as young as I use to be and you're definitely not the runt little squirt you were before."
"You saying I'm fat," Sam teased.
"Oh no Princess, I'd never say that," Dean jibed moved his arm from Sam. "Now get off me."
Sam sat up and got off the floor. Dean followed suit. Sam turned and looked at Dean. He saw the slight bruise that was forming on his brother's jaw. Sam started to get upset because he knew he was the reason Dean was hurt. But Dean stopped him.
"Hey. None of that." Dean shook his head. "I'm fine. Now get to bed and get some sleep. You know you'll feel better in the morning."
Sam put his head down and turned and walked over to the bed and sat down.
"D'n," Sam said as Dean pushed Sam down on the bed so that he could lay down.
"Yeah, Sammy." Dean grabbed Sam's legs and hoisted them on the bed.
" 'M sorry."
Dean started taking off Sam's shoes. "Nothing to be sorry about, baby brother. Get some sleep."
Once Dean had both shoes off, Sam turned over on his stomach and went to sleep. Dean pulled the cover out from under him and cover him with the blanket and walked out of the room and closed the door.
Dean leaned up against the door and scrubbed his hand through his spiked hair and down his face. Dean walked over to the couch and plopped on it. He was exhausted. Even thought this breakdown was not that bad, it still took a lot of energy to hold Sam like that. Dean sat back and closed his eyes. He rubbed his jaw where Sam had hit him. It didn't really hurt. His phone started ringing. Dean sat up and reached for his phone.
"Hello...hey dad...I'm with Sam...No...No, sorry dad...I'm not leaving him. He needs me now... I don't care about a hunt. This is Sammy I'm talking about. He comes first...I'm not leaving him...Well dad, you're the one that told me that I had to take care of Sammy, and that's what I'm doing...Dad, please, stop...I'm not leaving him alone. Not now. Once he's better I'll head out your way, but until then...He's fine...I'm not leaving...Bye dad." Dean closed his phone and dropped it on the coffee table. He leaned back against the couch when there was a knock at the door. Dean sighed and grudgingly got up and walked over towards the door.
"Who is it?"
"Sam open up." a woman's voice said on the other side of the door. "It's me."
Dean opened the door and looked at the woman standing on the other side. She was a couple of inches shorter than Dean. She had curly blonde hair. She looked way out of Sam's league, Dean thought. Staring at the young woman, a sense of deja vu nagged at the back of Dean's mind. He could have sworn he had seen her somewhere before. Then again, he'd seen lots of pretty women so maybe he was just getting her confused with someone else.
"Am I going to stand out here all day or are you going to let me in," she demanded impatiently.
You were cute until you opened your mouth, Dean thought scathingly.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"Only I get to ask that question," she replied.
"Well, seeing as how this is my brother's place and I've never seen you before. Who are you?"
"Brother? You're Dean?"
"Who-are-you?"
"I'm Jessica," She finally conceded, realizing she wasn't going to get inside the dorm without giving her name.
"Oh so you're Jessica," Dean said more calmly. "Well, now is not a good time for visiting. Sam's asleep."
"Well, I live here too so step back."
"Over my dead body. Now, I'm going to ask you again; please leave. Now is not a good time."
"Sam!" Jessica called out. She tried to step in the dorm but was met by the 'Great wall of Dean Winchester. He was not budging.
"Can I pass, please," she asked, irritation clear in her tone.
"I said now it not a good time. Come back later. Preferably next week."
Jessica tried to push her way in, but that didn't go to well. Dean put his hand up preventing her from coming any closer.
"Like I said," Dean reiterated. "Now's not a good time. Come back later."
"It must be hard."
"What are you talking about?"
"Pretending that you can save your brother. I know who you are. And I know what you did. You will pay. And it's going to be more than you can bear."
She turned and left the doorway with Dean dumbfounded. He started racking his brain trying to remember where he's seen her before. He closed the door. It was going to come to him. He'll figure it out. Dean went into Sam's room to check on him. Sam looked so peaceful. Dean stepped back out and closes the door.
"Come on, we're going to have a little fun," Carlos said standing by a workbench.
"Bring him over here."
Jonathan and Peter were holding Sam's arms. They pulled a struggling Sam over to where Carlos was standing.
"Hold him down."
Sam still trying to break free from their hold is forced to bend over the workbench. Peter held Sam's hands down and kept him bent over the table. Sam tried to move his hands free but he couldn't.
"Let me go!" Sam cried fearfully as he struggled to get loose.
Peter, tying ropes on Sam's wrists, pulls out his pocket knife and presses it against Sam's throat.
"If you say one more thing," Peter whispers in his ear. "I will cut your throat. Now stop moving." He pressed the knife further on Sam's skin.
Carlos began tugging on Sam's clothes. Tears began to flow from his eyes as he knew the inevitable was about to happen. And all he wanted was Dean.
Dean is laying on the couch, when he hears whimpering coming from Sam's room. He quickly gets up and rushes into the room. He sees Sam having a nightmare. He goes to Sam's side and sits on the edge of the bed. He starts rubbing Sam's chest.
"Come on, baby brother. Wake up."
Dean gets no response from Sam so he rubs his chest harder. Sam wakes up in a gasps. His eyes wide with fear. Tears streaming down his face. Sam looks over at Dean, sits up and wraps his arms around Dean.
"It's okay, Sammy. It was just dream. It's over now."
Sam's shaking in Dean's arms.
"I got you baby brother."
"All...all I-I w-wanted...was...y-you," Sam said in repeated gasps. "They- they..."
"Stop Sam," Dean said rubbing Sam's back. "It's over. I'm right here.
"Please don't leave!" Sam cried out.
"I'm not going anywhere, baby brother. No where."
TBC
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