April 30, 2005.

After John was sentenced to 40 years in Supermax, Sam was moved to a hospital in sioux falls and Dean went to live with bobby, Sam had to spent almost 4 months in total in the hospital, between recovery and physical therapy to get him up and wheeling.

Bobby put a ramp in the porch so Sam could get into the house by himself on his wheelchair, he also adapted a room on the first floor with a bathroom adapted to Sam's needs, the bedroom had two queen beds because Bobby knew there was no way Dean wasn't going to share bedroom with Sam.

Dean got a Job in a local mechanical shop, he used his old jobs references to get it and when Sam moved home, Dean spent a lot of time helping him to adapt and to learn how to do new things from his wheelchair everyday, they were done with hunting and although they still helped Bobby and some other hunters with research sometimes, that was it.

Sam thrived in everything he put his mind to, he got back to school a year after the shooting, later, he graduated with honors and got a scholarship to study law at Stanford when he turned eighteen, Dean didn't even have to think about what to do about Sam's scholarship, he packed all of their clothes and things, put them and Sam in the car and they left to california, life was good.

A lot of things changed in those years, they changed their names first to Sam and Dean Campbell when they went to live with Bobby, but once they got to California they had to changed them again, they were now Dean Smith and Sam Wesson, childhood friends.

Sam had grew a lot, he was 6.4ft now and tower over Dean in his walker and crutches. Sam had regained a lot of sensation back in his paralyzed body through the years, now, he was able to feel when he needed to go to the bathroom, although he couldn't control it, he also had some feeling on his legs but that was all, he couldn't move them or walk on them, Sam had learnt how to use crutches and leg braces to get up and walk a bit on the apartment but that was it, he used his wheelchair for pretty much for everything and he didn't care anymore, he had learnt to accept himself and his disability.

They lived in an apartment close to campus, it was on ground level because the building didn't had any elevator, the apartment had a small living room, a surprisingly big kitchen, two bathrooms, two bedrooms and a small patio. They shared the apartment with Sam's best friend, Jess, Sam and Dean's bedroom was the one with the bathroom inside it because it was easier for Sam, Dean had fixed their bathroom when they first moved in because it wasn't adapted to Sam's needs.

Dean opened the apartment door, the lights were off and the tv was on in the living room, it was playing some reruns of Friends, he saw Sam's wheelchair parked next to the couch and knew Sam was probably sleeping on the couch.

Dean took his shirt off and put it on a kitchen stool, he knelt next to the couch in front of Sam who was soundly sleeping, he looked like an angel to Dean, Dean put an arm under Sam's legs, who didn't even stir and another under his shoulders and picked him up, he kissed Sam's mouth softly and Sam stirred then.

"You're late" Sam said sleepily.

"You should be sleeping in the bed, it isn't good for your back being sleeping on the couch" Dean scolded Sam gently.

"I wasn't planning on falling asleep on it, I fell asleep waiting for you" Sam kissed Dean's neck. "I missed you, babe" Sam answered with a pout and hugged Dean.

Dean sighed "I missed you too, Sammy" Dean said walking toward the bedroom, "Do you need to go to the bathroom?" Dean asked as they entered the room.

"No, I went before falling asleep" Sam replied.

"OK"

Dean put Sam on the bed and then he went to the door to go back to the living room, when Sam spoke.

"Aren't you gonna come to bed with me?" Sam asked pouting.

"Yeah, I'm just gonna get your chair, I can't be carrying you around the house all the time, I'm not your slave, bitch" Dean said playfully.

Sam smiled big "Nobody asked you to, you jerk"

"You know you love it, Sammy" Dean smiled cokely and went outside, he came back with the wheelchair and closed the door behind him.

"Is Jess here?" Dean asked.

Sam looked at the clock on the bedside table next to him, it said 12 o' clock. "Yeah, she went to sleep hours ago, she was tired when she came in, we ate dinner and she went straight to bed" Sam yawn.

"looks like she isn't the only one who's tired" Dean took off his shoes and his trousers and threw them on the floor. He caught Sam staring at him hungrily. "You like what you see Sammy" Dean smirked looking at Sam.

"Always" Sam said, voice raspy.

"I think someone is overdress for the occasion, don't you think?" Dean said, coming over Sam in the bed in all fours.

"What are you gonna do about it"

"I think we know what I have to do"

Dean seated on his haunches over Sam's hips and help him to a seated position, he then took Sam's t-shirt form him and threw it to the floor, he laid Sam on the pillows and move himself to took Sam's pants and underwear off.

"You are so beautiful Sammy" Dean said, looking at Sam's naked glory, as he took Sam's right leg and bent it in the knee to put it over his shoulder, then, he took the other one and did the same but putting it to the side in the bed.

"And you're all mine, Sammy" Dean passed a hand through Sam's hair and started stroking Sam's penis' head with the other one, while licking Sam's neck and behind his ear.

"Just yours De', I've always been" Sam said sucking a breath.

Dean was kissing and licking Sam's neck, his niples, his chest, his ribs, marking him everywhere so everyone knew Sam was his, Sam was moaning and kissing him too.

Dean was trying to get Sam to come, obviously Sam didn't get any pleasure nor did he feel anything of Dean's stimulation on his penis, but for Dean every part of Sam's body was beautiful and he made sure to caress every corner of his body, even the paralyzed part, besides, it was always a joy for Dean, when not-so-little Sam got some action too.

Sam came in Dean's hand, his small load coating Dean's fingers, Dean licked his fingers and kissed Sam. "God! you taste so good" Dean said, kissing Sam and reaching for the lube on the bedside table, he put some on his hand, and started opening Sam, never stopping kissing him.

"I'm opening you now, sweetheart" Dean said licking Sam's nipples.

"Hurry up De' I wanna feel you inside me" Sam pulled Dean's hair and scratch his back moaning.

"We have to take it slow baby, I don't wanna hurt you"

"You won't De', you never do" Sam answered begging.

Dean already had three fingers inside Sam when he stopped, Sam's cock lay limp on his hip, but Dean's was hard and ready.

"I'm going inside you Sammy, are you ready?"

"I'm always ready for you, De'"

Dean slide himself inside Sam, slowly, but once in, he hit Sam hard on the right spot in Sam's prostate. Sam led out a cry when he felt it.

"Yes baby, right there" Sam said out of breath.

Dean started moving, hitting Sam on every stoke, Sam was lost on sensation, feeling the weight of his lover over him, the heat of his body and every stroke on his sweet, sweet spot. He was a mess of hands and cries, he tried to kiss, to lick and to bite Dean on every spot he could get on, while Dean did the same.

Dean could feel it coming, he felt the rush of emotion through his body and the tingling feeling on his hands and feets.

"Sammy, Oh God Sammy, I love u so so much" he came inside Sam, calling out Sam's name again and again.

They were both panting and out of breath, holding to each other, when sam's legs started spasm. Sam could see his legs jerking erratically without been able to do anything about it, Dean got out of Sam and put his hands on Sams legs to try and stop the spasms. Sam was embarrassed by it.

"I'm sorry baby" Sam said ashamed.

"You have nothing to be sorry for, Sam"

Once Sam's legs stopped moving Dean threw himself at Sam, putting his face in front of Sam's.

"You are amazing, baby, just the way you are and I love you so so much. You never have to apologize because of how you are, never, you hear me!" Dean gave Sam a tender peck on the lips.

"I love u too, baby. Always" Sam said smiling.

After a few minutes, Dean got up and went to the bathroom to find a wet cloth to clean Sam and himself. Then, he helped Sam to put on underwear and sweatpants, Dean put on underwear too and picked up their clothes off the floor and put them on a chair, so they wouldn't interfere with Sam's chair when he was rolling on it.

Dean lay down next to his brother, Sam was sleeping on his side, with his head on Dean's chest, while his legs were on top of each other with a pillow in the middle.

"sweet dreams Sammy"

"Sweet dreams De'"

The next morning Sam woke up early, he did his bathroom routine and went out the bedroom to start making breakfast for Jess and Dean. The apartment had an open kitchen with a small counter that separated it from the living room, Dean had adapted the stove to Sam's height and there was enough space for him to move smoothly in his wheelchair inside the kitchen.

Jess went out of her room and found Sam making some scrambled eggs. "Good morning, Sam"

"Morning Jess" Sam said smiling.

"What are you doing?" She asked him.

"I'm making some scrambled eggs and sausages, there's milk and orange juice in the fridge" Sam said stirring the eggs in the pan.

"It smells good" Jessica said as she began to serve three glasses of juice and put them on the table, next to the three plates with sausage that were already there.

"What time did Dean arrive last night?" Jess asked Sam while munching on a sausage.

Sam turned off the stove, he had a kind of cushion on his lap where he put the pan, and wheeled himself to the table to serve the eggs on the three plates that were there "He came home at midnight".

When Sam finished serving the eggs, Jess took the frying pan from Sam's lap and put it into the sink in the kitchen. "Don't tell me you fell asleep on the couch again, you know it's not good for your back, Sam" Jess said scolding at Sam.

"Don't bother, Jess, Dean already scolded me last night about it. Besides it's not like I planned it or anything, I just fell asleep. You know that since he started that course in the community college, we have less and less time to spent together and I miss him, Jess" Sam said giving her a pout and his best puppy eyes.

"Oh my God" She rolled her eyes playfully. "You and your puppy eyes, you could run the world with those things" They both laughed.

Dean came out of the room stretching himself and yawning. "What smells so good?" Dean asked.

"I made you breakfast, baby, there's also pie in the fridge for you" Sam said smiling.

Dean approached Sam and gave him a tender kiss on the lips "I don't know what I did to deserve you"

Jessica made a face of false disgust. "You two will give me diabetes with your sweetness" She made a movement as if she was about to vomit.

Deak took the seat next to Sam. "Shut up, you're just jealous because Brady is away"

"I know! I can't wait for him to get back" Jess said pouting.

"It's only a week, Jess" Sam said.

"Says the guy who misses his boyfriend because he's arriving later at night"

The three of them laughed and ate their breakfast talking about their plans for the next break, Jessica told them about her preparations to travel to her parents' house with Brady once he returned.

Sam and Dean were planning to visit Bobby, they had told Jessica bobby was Dean's father, who had foster Sam once Sam's father had gone to jail.

Sam told Jess the story of how he had ended up in a wheelchair, he told her his father had shot him, because he blamed him for his mom's death, he told her as close to the true story as possible, minus demons and monsters part, Jess couldn't stop crying thinking about how much Sam had suffered in the hands of the person who was supposed to protect him, his father. However, she was happy he had people like Bobby and Dean who were always there for him and she promised him, he could also find an unconditional friend in her.

Dean washed the dishes while Sam and Jess went to bathe and get ready to go out, Jess had invited them to spend the day in a club near the beach, she was a member of due to her parents.

Dean entered his room to find Sam sitting in his wheelchair with his back to him, naked and messing up the clothes in his closet.

"What did the closet do to you, Sam?"

"I can't find anything to wear" Sam answered annoyed.

"I can see plenty of clothes you could wear on the floor"

"those don't work. I don't want them to see my legs" Sam said quietly.

"What's wrong with your legs?" Dean asked confused.

"You mean, besides that they don't work, right?" Sam said giving Dean a bitch face.

Dean tightened his jaw and said "You know what I mean"

"They're too thin," Sam said, lowering his gaze.

"Come on Sam, you've always had chicken legs" Dean said teasing.

"I hate you so much right now" Sam said smiling and throwing a t-shirt to Dean's face.

Dean walked to where Sam was and sat over him with his legs spreading his over Sam's lap. "No Sam, you know well that you love me" Dean took Sam's head in his hands and began to kiss him.

"Yeah, I do" Sam said smiling.

"And I love your chicken legs, these are the most sexy chicken legs in the whole world" Dean said while kissing Sam. "And as much as I would like to stay here kissing you and licking your gorgeous legs, we need to get ready" Dean stood up, went to the closet and brought a flower short pant and a white v-neck for Sam to wear. "I think these are perfect" he said showing Sam the short "and this t-shirt shows all the right muscles"

Sam had an impressive upper body physique, since he was always exercising it in the gym and constantly using his arms to move in his chair, his legs were somewhat thin for his build, but they had a good muscle tone due to the physical therapy.

Jessica drove her car to the club, while Sam and Dean rode on the Impala. The club was beautiful, it was near the beach, it had a golf course, tennis courts, five restaurants, you name it and the club had it.

Sam, Dean and Jess had planned on having lunch and go sunbathing at the pool later, they had lunch together at the seafood restaurant inside the club and were heading to the pool.

The pool deck was some steps up from the ground level and the handicapped ramp was on maintenance, the stairs were also too narrow for Sam to climb them while someone pushed his chair and the surface was too harsh for him to climb on his own, it was likely he would scrape his legs if he tried it. He knew there was only one way he was getting on that deck and it was if someone carried him, and of course, that someone was going to be Dean.

Don't get Sam wrong, he loved when Dean carried him but it was one thing to do it in the privacy of their home and another very different to do it outside, in front of everyone. Sam was really proud of how adapted he was to his wheelchair, he was capable of doing almost everything from it and he wasn't afraid to ask for help when he need it, however, situations like this one were a constant reminder of his limitations and he sure as hell didn't like it.

He looked at Dean and got his arms up.

"Come on, pick me up, and get it over with"

"Alright hop on the 'queen carrier'" Dean said teasing Sam, the nickname was born when Sam had called Dean "the queen carrier", one time he was drunk and refused to use the wheelchair to go from the impala, to the bed and he had made Dean carry him.

Dean put one hand under Sam's legs and another one behind his back and lifted him out of the chair. Sam went completely red and hid his face in Dean's shoulder hearing the nickname, Jess and a club worker that was next to them smiled fondly, the worker was the one who was going to get Sam's chair up the stairs, while Dean was carrying him.

"Oh my God, we can never come back here again" Sam said and everyone laughed.

Dean put him on the sun chair that was in the middle and went to the bar to order them some drinks, the worker parked Sam's chair next to Dean's chair on the right and Jess took the chair on the other side of Sam's, leaving Sam between her and Dean.

Sam took off his shirt and put it on top of Dean's chair.

"I see that someone is anxious to show off all of his hard work in the gym" Dean said arching an eyebrow.

"No, I'm anxious to enjoy the pool with my boyfriend" Sam said smiling at Dean.

Dean took off his shirt and helped Sam into the pool, along with Jess they swam for a while and drank some cocktails. Sam wasn't a heavy drinker and he was more than a little drunk at the end of the day, forcing Dean to carry him to the car, Dean was going to tease Sam when he was sober with it, at least until Christmas.

John saw the blonde girl enter the apartment, he had to admit that the abomination had good taste at least, the only thing that John wondered was how a pretty girl like her could deal with a monster like Sam. He would find out soon enough anyway.

John had escaped from prison two days ago, he had learned many new tricks in the Big House and he also got a new pal who knew all sorts of spells, he had even taught him one he could use to fake his own death, so John set off a plan to get out of prison and as of two days ago, John Winchester was officially a dead man and he was a free one.

John entered the apartment through the back door forcing the lock, he went silently toward Jess, who was sitting on a chair with the back toward him and he put a handkerchief full of chloroform over her face.

"Hello sweetheart" he said to her before everything went black for Jess. "I'm sorry but you should have never put your eyes on him, now you'll die like my Mary"

Sam was tired, today's therapy had been rough on him, he could feel all kind of aches in all his upper body muscles, he just wanted to take a shower and go to bed.

When Sam entered the apartment, all the lights were off, he thought it was weird since Jess had call him ten minutes ago and told him she was already getting home, maybe she was in her bedroom and forgot to turned the lights on, Sam thought. He turned the lights on and all the air came out of his body, as he saw Jess bleeding and tied to a chair in the middle of the room.

Sam didn't even think, he just wheeled himself next to Jess and started to untied her from the chair, he could clearly see she was bleeding from a puncture wound on her abdomen, the knife was still inside her

.

"Oh my God, Jess, please, look at me," Sam said worried and crying as he was untying her as fast as he could.

Jess was pale, she had lost a lot of blood, her breathing was labour and she could barely keep her eyes open. Sam knew he had to get help fast.

"Please Jess, stay with me, I'll get you some help, please, just hold on" Sam said pleading. He heard a slight noise behind him and turned around to see what it was, but before he could react someone hit him hard on the back and the head, throwing him out of his chair, he fell to the floor disoriented, he blinked several times to clear his vision and his blood ran cold when he saw the figure of John Winchester standing in front of him.

"No no no"

"Oh yes Sammy, it's me, dear old daddy, the one you put in jail, remember?" John said, kicking him so hard in the ribs that Sam let out a cry of pain and he doubled himself over trying protect his ribs.

John gave him another kick, a stronger one. "What are you waiting for? Stand up, sonofabitch! You don't have to pretend to be a cripple anymore, not with me, I know what you are Sam, you're a demon. I knew from the moment, the other demon told me why they had killed your mother. I also met one like you in the slammer, he could do all kinds of shit with his mind too, you would be surprised at everything you can learn in jail"

Sam sat, propped up on his elbows and hid in his hand a knife that he had taken out of his pants pocket.

"You're insane, I'm not a damn demon and I can't walk because of you, you bastard! You did this to me" Sam said as he was trying to get John near him, so he could attacked him.

"I told you to stand up," John said taking Sam by the collar of his shirt and trying to get him off the floor.

Sam took the opportunity to try to stab John with the knife but John noticed it first and dodged the attack on time, Sam could only graze John's leg and John released Sam letting him fall to the ground. John leaned over Sam and he put one knee over Sam's left arm pinning him down, while he took the hand that had the knife between his own and with in a quick movement, he broke his Son's wrist for Sam to drop the knife.

"So, that's how you want to play it, right? Okay, don't worry, if you want to keep pretending to be a cripple, I'll end you and her the same way you killed my mary." John said, dragging Sam by the hands, he put a gag in Sam's mouth and bound his arms and legs and tied him to the kitchen counter post, then. Then, he began to pour accelerant throughout the house.

Sam tried futilely to loosen the ropes that bound his hands, but the pain in his wrist was too much and the knot that John had made made it impossible for him to untie his bonds. Sam knew that this was all, he was going to die, but what hurt him was not being able to save Jessica, she was innocent in all this and now she was going to die painfully because of him.

Sam saw John set the house on fire while he got out from the back door, quickly everything started to burn around him, he started to cough, the smoke was very thick and he wasn't able to see clearly, he couldn't hear Jess breathing or coughing either, so he thought, she was probably already unconscious or dead, at least she wouldn't suffer that way.

Dean was turning his car around the corner, when he saw a stream of smoke coming out from the window of his apartment, he immediately accelerated the car, he parked the Impala in front of the building and ran out without even closing the car door, he was yelling Jess and Sam's name while he kicked the door open.

Dean entered the apartment and as soon as he saw Sam, he run to his side, he took the gag out from his mouth and was going to start untying his hands, when Sam spoke.

"Dean, Jess, get her out first, I can wait, I'm ok" Sam said, his voice soft and rough.

Dean looked at Jess for the first time, she was immobile and tied to a chair, with her eyes half-open, he had the slight suspicion that she was already dead and there was no way in hell he was going to help her before Sam.

"Sam, I take you out and come back for her, I promise" Dean tried to keep untying Sam's hands "

"No!" Sam tried to move his hands away from Dean. "I'm not going to leave until Jess is out of here" Sam said stubbornly. Then, Dean got up and approached Jess, he put his hands on her neck to feel her pulse but found none. He turned around and looked at Sam.

"I'm sorry Sammy" Dean said, his voice braking.

"No, no, no, no, God, please, no," Sam said, crying.

Dean approached Sam and lifted him over his shoulder, getting out as quickly as possible from the apartment. Once they were outside, Dean put Sam in the copilot seat of the Impala and he sat himself in the driver's seat. Dean could hear the sirens approaching, Sam was in shock and crying hysterically next to him, Dean still didn't know what had happened in the apartment, but he was sure as hell, they had to be gone before the firefighters and police arrived.

Dean started the car and began driving away from the sirens, leaving Jess and their lives at Stanford behind.