Broken Promises, Uncovered Secrets.
Summary. . . . . . Things had been tough for Sam in the years that had followed his abuse at the hands of the Burton's, yet one thing had remained constant, his family. One sentence said in fear and anger though had taken even that security away from him. Now someone knows his deepest secrets and Sam's having to face it alone. Sequel to Months To Rebuild Seconds To Destroy. Mentions of Sam's rapes and abuse. Rated T.
Disclaimer. . . . . Mistakes are all mine, The Winchesters, unfortunately are not!!
A.N. . . . . . As always have a happy read, this is a build up chapter which I think was needed before moving on, Peanut x
A little over an hour later and Jess had taken to pacing restlessly around Sam's small, cramped dorm room, her agitation over Sam increasing with every passing minute. She tried hopelessly to reassure herself that Sam was in fact fine, that he just needed time to think, that he just needed some space, some alone time; but as the minutes past into an hour, Jess began to worry that maybe alone time was the last thing that Sam needed. She picked up one of Sam's discarded hoodies, a sudden urge to feel just a little part of Sam consuming her, and bringing it to her face she breathed in deeply the smell that was Sam's and Sam's alone.
Her eyes threatening tears again she pulled it quickly on over her own sweater before slumping down once again on Sam's bed to begin the waiting game yet again. A commotion outside in the hallway met her ears but Jess chose to ignore it, thinking that it was just another student dispute. As the shouting increased though, she found herself intrigued. Pushing up from the bed she walked slowly over to the door. Pulling it open on its stiff hinges, she popped her head outside.
Four doors down from Sam's, Jess could see David, the dorm's security, trying to restrain an angry looking man from venturing any further, three other rough looking men trying there hardest to keep the first from hitting David. Jess gave the men a quick glance over before starting to turn back inside, something about the youngest man stopping her. Glancing back his way she stepped closer to take a longer look.
Standing a good few inches shorter than Sam, there was still some familiarity about the guy. They looked nothing alike, this guys green eyes held none of the warmth Sam's hazel ones did. His short cropped hair, nothing like Sam's unruly mess. The two even dressed as far apart as possible, Sam's button downs and hoodies, Jess thought would look ridiculous on the guy in front of her, just as his battered boots and leather jacket, tour t-shirt and ripped jeans would not be a good look for Sam.
Jess looked up into his eyes once more though and just knew that this was Sam's brother. She smiled as her tears fell, maybe all was not lost, maybe she didn't have to face this alone, maybe they could help her find Sam and bring him back.
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Dean had pulled the Impala to a screeching halt behind a rental car that had just parked across from what he presumed was Sam's dorm. He hurriedly climbed out as he saw George's tall, bulky frame do the same from the rental's passenger side, Caleb's shorter, stockier figure clambering to do the same from the driver's side. Dean heard the rumble of his Dad's truck coming up the street but still headed for the two hunters's, determined to find out what was going on.
George, at seeing Dean, turned angry eyes Caleb's way; Caleb brushed them away as he spoke. "He needed to know!" He walked to meet the middle Winchester, ready for the barrage of questions he knew were about to come. "Dean." Caleb greeted pulling the younger man in for a stiff hug.
"Caleb." Dean answered, his hands quickly grasping the other hunter before he just as quickly released them. Standing back he looked Caleb in the eye before letting the barrage loose. "Where's Sam? What's happened? What's wrong with him? Has he had an accident? Is he hurt? Where is he?"
"Dean, calm down!"
"Calm down! You tell me to drop everything and get here as soon as possible, yet you don't tell me why. Don't tell me to calm down. Tell me what the fuck is going on?"
Caleb rubbed a hand across his stubble covered chin, looking at Dean's hopeful, expectant eyes he answered. "Sam rang George upset about something. George tried to calm him down and he eventually did, somewhat. Sam managed to tell George. . . . . "
"Tell George what?"
"Tell George, that someone knew."
Dean's heart shattered, his knees buckling as the words he had been dreading hearing for over six years came out of Caleb's mouth. Caleb threw out his arms in an attempt to stop Dean from crashing to the tarmac, only to have them roughly pushed away as Dean's composure readied itself.
"How?" Dean spat out, looking at all the men in turn. "You told us both, that it was over. You told Sam he would never have to go through that again, that he could start living again. Fuck!"
"Dean, we don't know how. I called Joshua as soon as I finished speaking with you. He was the last one to check up on the two guys, there's no change with them; in fact he said that the Paul kid has completely lost it. It's neither of them."
"Fuck!" Dean shouted again. "I need to see Sammy." He ground out before turning and running for the dorm building, the others following closely behind. Banging through the double doors Dean grabbed the first student that passed him by. "Where's Sam Winchester's room?"
"Second floor . . . . . 218." The kid stuttered out, thankful that the crushing grip was released as Dean took off up the stairs, ignoring the shouts of protests from the security man that had taken to following him.
At the top of the stairs, Dean was momentarily confused as to which way to go, the guy taking the opportunity to step in front of Dean, effectively barring his way.
"Move!"
"I'm sorry sir, you're not allowed up here. I'm afraid that I'm going to have to ask you to leave.
"Move. Out. Of. My. Way!" Dean shouted, as his Dad grabbed his arm to stop him from hitting the guard.
In the melee that followed, Dean didn't see the blonde head that popped out of a doorway further down the hallway, didn't see the curious look that was sent his way, didn't see the look of recognition that lit up her otherwise saddened face, but he did hear his name being tentatively, questioningly called.
He shot a glance over the security guards shoulder, looking for the voice that had called him, his eyes eventually finding the source. Just like Jess had previously, Dean instinctively knew that this girl knew Sam, and judging by the red rimmed eyes she knew something about his brother that he didn't. Dean pushed the guard away and rushed forward.
"Yes, I'm Dean. Where's Sam? Is he okay?"
"I'm sorry, I don't know. He got upset over something and ran back here, but when I got here he had gone. Listen, I don't want to discuss this out here, and I really need to show you something, you'd better come inside." Jess turned to look at David. "It's okay, this is Sam's family. There's been some bad news."
David seemed to believe Jess, as he moved out of the other hunter's way and allowed them to go into Sam's room. Dean waited for Jess to close the door before he started once again to pound her with questions.
"Where's Sam? Who are you? What do you mean you have something to show me?" He yelled at the obviously startled and upset young woman.
Jess though, regained her composure quickly; straightening to her full height she turned blazing eyes on Dean. "My name is Jess, I'm Sam's girlfriend and I would very much like some answers."
Dean, momentarily taken aback, stood in shock for a few seconds before he replied. "Answers to what?"
Jess pulled the photos Sam had dropped earlier from her pocket. "These!"
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Sam had run back to the dorm. Blinded by his tears, he had stumbled into the room, slumping to the floor behind the door as soon as it was closed. His eyes found their way to his nightstand almost as if drawn by the power the photos inside the drawer held over him. Suddenly his room didn't seem so safe anymore, that feeling heightening when someone pounded on his door.
Sam, panic stricken and blinded by fear, scoured his room for some sort of weapon to defend himself with, not realizing that it was Jess' voice he could hear shouting his name. He searched in vain, his mind unfocused, forgetting about the stash he kept hidden under the loose bottom of the last drawer in his desk. With his heart beating faster and faster he looked to the window, desperate now to keep those hands from touching him once more.
Crossing over he opened it up and looked out, his irrational mind refusing to see how high the drop was, instead it seemed to almost urge him on. Turning around he clambered out, lowering himself as far as he could he dropped, his left foot twisting underneath him as he landed, pain shooting up his leg. Sam's mind though was elsewhere, he needed to go, he needed to get away, but where?
He frantically looked around searching for somewhere he would be safe, his gaze finally seeking what he was looking for in the distance. Not feeling the pain that shot through him with every running stride he took, he ran off in search of solace. Missing the car that pulled out and began to follow him.
A.N. . . . . . I know, I know a cliffie! I'm suffering I think from the same illness that Scullspeare mentioned, evilcliffieitis. But mines only a mild case. Hope that you enjoyed, catch you soon, Peanut x
