Rating: MA as the relationship deepens and the abusive nature of Dean's past is revealed throughout this chapter, this includes child abuse and other awful things of this nature. If you don't like this kind of story please don't continue as it is for mature readers only.
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Chapter 4
The Accident
Dean never saw the 1 ton Ford pickup that barreled into Sam's side of the car after running a red light.
One minute he was enjoying his life, and thinking about the future that they could have and the next the Impala was being pushed sideways by the truck. Dean felt himself slam into the steering column and the sickening crack of his right leg against the parking break. His head bounced off the steering wheel and he was instantly dazed as blood immediately rushed into his eyes effectively blinding him.
But one thought repeated over and over in his pain blurred mind, Oh my god…Sammy!
Dean couldn't remember seeing Sam put on his seat belt when they got in the car. Dean wanted to look over at the passenger seat, but he couldn't focus, his brain was so muddled, and the pain was blocking what intelligent thoughts he did have. He thought he reached up to wipe the blood from his eyes, but was disturbed to see that his hand hadn't moved and the liquid was still pouring down his face…head wound. His medic trained mind supplied. Bleed like crazy.
"Sir? Sir!?"
"I don't think he's coherent."
"Sire, we called an ambulance. It'll be here any minute."
"Smm…" he choked out.
"What was that sir?" the voice asked again.
Dean concentrated, pulling his fractured thoughts together and repeated the question that was frantically racing through his head, "Sam….."
He heard the pause in the voice before it answered, "Ummm, the guy you were with?"
"Mmmm."
He managed and hoped they recognized it as an affirmative, Dean still couldn't see the voice's face or make out whether it was a man or a woman, and he couldn't seem to keep his thoughts together either.
"The other boy…he was thrown from the car, I…I think the other truck might have hit him on the road…" The voice broke on the last part as Dean's face scrunched in agony that had nothing to do with pain.
"He okay?"
"No." Was the only response from the voice.
Dean felt his heart start to race and he knew that he was panicking and probably going into shock, but he couldn't seem to calm himself down…so much for all his fricken training.
When he heard the sounds of the ambulance approaching his mind figured they were safe now, so it effectively shut itself down leaving Dean to slide into the darkness with no answers about Sam.
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Dean's foggy mind started to move again and he immediately knew that something was wrong, but he couldn't place what the exact problem was.
He felt someone leaning against his shoulder and felt a strange stiffness in his left arm, and also in his right leg. Oh god! Did dad break them again?! The first thought that entered his mind was frantic in nature.
Dean knew that he hadn't done anything to set the old man off recently, so why did everything feel like it was on fire?
"Dean?"
He heard the soft whisper of his name…and he tried to place the owner of the voice, it sounded so concerned. Wait, that's not right, Dad was never concerned after he beat me. Suddenly his drug confused mind flashed a picture of Anna, and the voice made sense in his chaotic world again.
"Dean, are you awake?"
He tried to open his eyes, but they felt like they were glued shut and gritty, he continued to struggle with them until they finally acquiesced and slid open a fraction of an inch.
Anna tried to smile around the concern as she saw her brothers green eyes appear through the narrow slits of his eyelids.
He started to turn his head to look at her, but a blinding pain shooting from his spine stopped the movement.
She placed here hand on his chest, "Shhh, you were in an accident Dean. Do you remember?"
Suddenly Dean's mind flooded him with horrific memories, the truck slamming into the Impala, the car sliding sideways for several hundred feet, the blinding pain, and finally Sam's face his sweet smile as he looked at Dean with his heart in his eyes.
Dean almost choked on the memory, "Sam…." He pushed out of his abused throat.
Anna's eyes welled up with tears and she closed her eyes and pulled her hand to her mouth to stop the onslaught of emotion begging for release.
Dean's mind immediately went into denial, no no no no No No NO NO NO! It repeated over and over until it was screaming the word inside his head.
"Sam…." He repeated again through the emotion that was now chocking him. Tears were forming in his own confused and pain wracked eyes, as the realization that Sam may not have made it.
No, I can't….if he's not here…I just can't.
Anna turned away to get control of herself and only turning back when his shaking cast entombed hand reached for her shoulder.
"Sam, is in a coma…they don't think that he'll survive the week." A sob escaped as she stumbled over the last part. "Dean, he was thrown from the car, and then that damn truck hit him too." Her voice cracked on the word truck and she closed her eyes as tears started rolling down her face.
"He got hurt so bad…" Anna continued as she tried to calm her sobbing so she could talk to her brother, she knew that he needed her now…maybe more than ever before…because if he lost Sam that might be it. That might the thing that breaks her incredibly strong brother.
Tears were flowing from his eyes as the pain registered along with the potential loss, "Tell me?" he croaked.
She wanted to shake her head no, but she knew that he wouldn't rest until he knew what Sam's medical state was. Sometimes I hate that your pre-med…she thought.
"He…uh…he broke his left leg, has several compressed vertebrae in his lower back and neck, his right shoulder was dislocated along with his elbow…but they are mostly concerned with the swelling in his brain. He hit the ground so hard that it cracked his skull…they just don't know what the extent if any of the brain damage will be…not until he wakes up." She sucked in a ragged breath as she saw the weight of Sam's injuries start to slowly and completely destroy Dean.
"They just don't know…they just don't know." She repeated quietly, her sobs slowing to quietly muffled tears.
Dean turned away from her and squeezed his eyes closed, oh god, Sammy I'm so sorry…I never meant for you to get hurt. If I hadn't come back then you wouldn't have been in that car and your beautiful body wouldn't be lying broken in some freaken hospital now.
Hot tears splashed down his face at the realization that he had managed to hurt Sam without even trying.
Dean heard Anna step away from his bed, he assumed it was to give him some privacy, but she return momentarily with a nurse who injected something into his IV. Dean felt his grip on the waking world start to slip as whatever the concoction had been took effect.
The next time that he clawed his way out his own mind he was alone. He assumed that Anna had gone home to sleep or shower or hopefully eat.
He felt the ghost of Sam's lips press against his as his thought's turned back to his partner, he was unprepared for the pain that radiated from his chest at the thought that he may never see Sam alive again.
His shaggy haired, brilliant, roommate and the love of his life was lying in some bed in this hospital bed; fighting for his life and it was all Dean's fault. He should have seen the truck, he should have checked to make sure Sam had put on his seat belt…he should have just stayed away. The last thought was so painful that Dean immediately pushed it to the back of his mind.
At least now he could turn his head to the side he thought as he looked out the window into the hallway watching the nurses bustling around caring for other patients.
A petite blond woman entered his room and smiled into his wide green eyes, "Look who's awake." She said in far too perky of a voice.
"Yeah." He mumbled.
She walked over to check his vitals and placed a hand on his head to feel his temperature, she seemed pleased with what she was seeing.
"Ma'am?" he asked quietly.
She turned soft blue eyes towards him and smiled, "Yes sweetie?"
He bristled a little at being treated like kid, but let it go. "The guy I was with…Sam. Is he doing any better?"
Her smile faltered a little, but she reached down and squeezed his arm supportively, "He's fighting very hard…we are all praying for him."
Dean's eyebrow's knitted together in pain and guilt at her answer, and he slowly nodded, not saying a word.
"Sweetheart, he made it past the one week mark, and that's a positive start."
He turned destroyed green eyes back in her direction; "Thanks…" he managed around the lump in his throat.
She smiled again, "Look on a good note, the swelling on his brain has started to recede on its own, the doctors weren't sure it would. So that is a positive step."
Dean drew in a ragged breath as the severity of Sam's injuries registered in his much less foggy mind.
She squeezed his shoulder one more time and then turned to leave.
"Wait." He called desperately. "Can I see him?"
She turned and looked…really looked at the handsome man lying in the bed, earth shattering guilt now radiating from his intense eyes.
I think they were way more than just friends and roommates. She thought, and the idea settled warmly in her heart, love was love, no matter who it was.
"I'll see what I can do." She said.
"Okay. Good. Thanks" he muttered as she finally exited his room.
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The voices were hurting his head, he had no idea what they were saying, but they were saying it too loud.
Where was he? Why wasn't he in school? He was gonna fail his finals, if he didn't stay on top of his classes.
He groaned as he tried to turn his head and found that it was restrained, he immediately did what any red blooded American male would do…he panicked!
Sam tried to pull his arms up to physically move his head, but that wasn't happening…pain immediately shot through his left arm and he grunted in response.
"Whoa…whoa…Sam…stop, you're okay." He didn't recognize the voice but it seemed to be calm so he tried to open his eyes. They felt heavy, sticky even…but eventually they slid open. It took a moment for them to focus on the man standing in front of him.
He was young with short cropped blond hair, intensely sad green eyes, and was currently leaning heavily on a set of crutches with a cast wrapped around his right hand.
The green eyed man's face softened into a sad smile as he looked at Sam.
"Who..r..u?" he managed to squeak out past the desert that had taken up residence in his throat.
Instantaneous pain poured into the man's face at Sam's simple question and a large tear formed and rolled unimpeded down his stubbled cheek.
"You don't recognize me?" His voice was almost a whisper, with a hint of gravel underneath, it sent a shiver through Sam.
Sam pulled his eyebrows together and really looked at the guy watching him with such a pained expression that Sam thought maybe they were related or something. But nothing came to his mind; there was no face that matched this in his memory bank.
"Sry…no."
"Oh god."
Was all the other man said as he sank into the chair that was luckily directly behind him, because damn that would have hurt to fall on the floor with a broken leg…at least that's what Sam thought.
The guy seemed to physically crumble in front of Sam, while he struggled to accept what Sam was telling him.
"Shld…I?" he managed to push past the desert.
The stranger turned tear filled green eyes in his direction, and the emotional devastation that Sam saw there scared him a bit, "Yeah…man…you should."
Sam tried again access the face somewhere in his memory, but the last thing he remembers is being in class during the start of his senior year in college.
"How…d…I…gt…hre?" He knew that he wasn't speaking clearly and that fact concerned him, he had always had a vast vocabulary. But right now he didn't seem able to string two words together coherently.
The man swallowed and pushed his good hand through his blond hair, "You were in an accident."
"Accident?" There that was one word. "I…no…car." Well so much for full sentences.
The man got up and limped toward the bed and sat in a different chair situated next to it, "Yeah…no…you don't have a car." He audibly gulped. "I was driving."
Ahh, well at least the guilt that was pouring off this guy made a little more sense now. He felt responsible for Sam's current condition.
"S, Okay." He said. There was something about this man that made Sam want to make him feel better, he didn't want to see him cry, he didn't want to see him hurting.
It seemed that his words had the opposite effect though; the last wall that was holding this guy together seemed to crumble before Sam's very eyes. His shoulders hunched and huge sobs rolled through his body as tears dropped into his lap.
Sam reached over with his good arm, and gently touched the man's knee.
He dropped his own casted hand to rest on top of Sam's, but the soul racking sobs still seemed to be tearing him apart.
Sam patted his knee, hoping that this would pull the man's eyes back to his own…that actually worked. The guy looked up and the misery in his face made Sam's own tender heart ache…he smiled sadly at the man.
"It's okay…really." He wanted to hoot and holler in celebration of his full sentence, but the man's reaction stopped him.
He just turned his face away again and started to get up.
Suddenly Sam had this terrifying feeling that if he let this guy walk away, that he may never see him again…and for some reason that thought scared the shit out him.
"Wait." He croaked out.
The man instantly turned to look at him with something akin to hope dimly shining out of the depths of his eyes.
Sam felt a warmth settle over his heart, there was something about this man…what was it.
"Name…" he asked quietly when the guy had sat back down.
"Dean…Winchester." he looked at Sam with despair and something else…it was smoldering just beneath the surface, but Sam's foggy mind couldn't quite grasp what it was.
"How…do we know…each…other?"
The somewhat steady look that Dean had achieved faltered a little and Sam wondered who had hurt this guy so badly that he would reflect so much pain and sorrow with only his eyes.
Dean swallowed loudly and scrubbed a hand across his face, the action seemed so natural to Sam that he just knew that he had seen it before…and often…but again the memories wouldn't come to the surface.
"Uh…roommates…at Stanford."
Huh…well that doesn't make any friggin sense, his roommate was some flippin night owl named Jared that hated it when Sam got up early. So that can't be how we know each other.
But there was nothing but truth being reflected out of Dean's glassy green eyes as he stared at Sam.
Sam decided to let it go for now.
"M'kay…tired." He mumbled as his eyes started to fall shut of their own accord. When he heard Dean start to get up to leave, that same irrational fear settled in his gut and his eyes flew open and had him reaching for Dean's hospital robe.
"Stay…with me?" Sam managed around the weariness that was dragging him back under, his hand knotted in Dean's clothes.
Dean spun, well, spun as well one could spin on a broken leg with two crutches and a casted right arm, Sam's eyes were slipping shut but he had Dean's clothes fisted in his good hand and was pulling Dean toward the bed.
Dean felt the slight spark of hope rekindle in his heart at the mostly unconscious gesture; maybe they would be okay after all.
He stumbled back to the chair…
"Okay Sammy…yeah…I'll be right here when you wake up." Warmth pooled in his chest at the small smile forming on Sam's face that allowed the first glimpse of those incredibly deep dimples that Dean loved and hadn't seen since before the accident.
Dean watched as Sam dropped into an easy rhythm of breathing, his face peaceful and serene in spite of the pain that he must be in.
He knew that he should go tell the doctors that Sam had woken up, but he had promised that he would be here when Sam woke up again. He couldn't break that promise to Sam…he just couldn't.
He held onto Sam's hand as he continues to sleep, eventually he felt his own eye lids starting to drop with weariness, not to mention the pain in his leg was intensifying.
Some sick part of his brain told him that he deserved to suffer the pain, because of what he had done to Sam.
Dean wanted desperately to ignore the part that screamed at him in his father's voice that he was a 'fucked up piece of shit' and that their mother should have just 'gotten rid of him' when they had learned she was pregnant.
He tried to shake the voice from his increasingly pain drenched mind, but the fatigue was not helping him and his father's voice was getting louder with each passing minute.
You deserve this Dean…you destroy everything you touch…you taint it with your unnatural preferences. That's why the dealers could sell you…their customers are just as fucked up as you!
He wanted to scream shut up, but he knew that his father would just get more vocal and then he would resort to violence.
Dean tried to shake himself out this line of thinking, but the pain was making that so hard, it was so similar to every other time that his father had beat the shit out him and left him to bleed on the dirty floor of some cheap motel.
He felt his eyes sliding shut as he leaned to rest his head on Sam's bed…maybe if he slept a little then his father's voice would go away.
Sam was slowly brought back to awareness by whimpers coming from somewhere near to his hip, he struggled to pull open his eyes as the pained sounds intensified. Somehow he knew that it was Dean, there was something causing him pain. Sam pried his lids open and his gaze fell on the top of Dean's shaking head. Sam saw the uncontrolled tremors running through the other man as whatever was happening inside his mind went to a whole new level.
Sam's instincts told him that this man needed to be protected from whatever was currently going on inside his own mind, and he needed that protection now.
Sam reached down to place his hand on Dean's shoulder, and pulled back suddenly at the almost electric shock that shot through his fingers at the physical contact.
Instantly his mind was filled with thoughts of Dean…Dean running…Dean on the wrestling mats at the gym…Dean laughing…Dean driving the Impala…Dean kissing Sam…Dean's body pressed against his in a shower, leaving nothing to the imagination.
Sam shook his head as the strange thoughts and rampant emotions that were somehow connected to this incredible man settled in his now overflowing mind.
Oh god…Dean…how could I have forgotten you?! But you stayed with me anyway…oh god…I love him…
Sam reached down to gently shake Dean awake, and that was when he felt the intense burning heat that was radiating from his body…Shit!...Dean…you're burning up!
Sam watched Dean's face scrunch in agony as whatever he was dreaming about seemed to be getting steadily worse. He glanced around his bed looking for the call button, when he stopped when he saw it clipped to rail on the left side of his bed; he reached across and depressed the small red button…hoping that nurses would be quick.
Immediately a blond nurse with intense blue eyes was at his door, "Sam." She exclaimed with pleasure. "You're awake…" She quickly noticed that he was pointing to Dean and trying to talk, but only a scratchy version of his voice was coming out.
She quickly moved to Dean's side and gently laid here hand on his shoulder, she felt the heat radiating off his body before she had even touched him.
"Oh my gosh." She said quietly.
Her eyes flew up to meet Sam's worried blue-green gaze, "How long has he been asleep?" The question was clipped but not unkind.
Sam shook his head and she nodded her understanding and turned toward the small window with the blinds. She pulled the string opening them and getting the attention of the other nurses that were just outside Sam's room. She quickly motioned them to come in the room.
Two women entered immediately, "He is running a fever and he is non-responsive." She said as she pointed at Dean and tried to smile at Sam. "Our patient is also awake. Please get Dr. Conners."
One of the nurses, a short Hispanic lady, nodded and quickly exited the room in search of the Doctor. The other women immediately went to Dean's side and placed an electric thermometer into his ear; it beeped a few seconds later and she removed it to see the digital screen.
"Oh my god, Jane…It's at 103.7 and it looks like it's going up." Her voice reflected an unnatural concern that was echoed in her dark eyes.
Sam felt his heart start skipping at the number, the beeping coming from his left confirmed that his heart rate was on the rise, Oh god, that is not good. What the hell is causing this?
"Becky, I need you to go get a gurney, now!" The blond nurse said, her tone of voice was starting to scare the shit out of Sam.
"Ma'am…." Sam managed to croak out, it was an obvious attempt at understanding what was happening.
She quickly turned her worried soft blue eyes to meet his currently panicked blue-green ones. "Sam, we don't know what's going on…give us some time. I promise I'll let you know as soon as I know anything." She smiled slightly and gently squeezed his good hand as she turned and quickly exited his room to help find the gurney.
Sam returned his gaze to where Dean was now visibly shaking with fever, he was moaning as well. Sam placed his hand on Dean's shoulder and felt a shudder run through Dean's body at the contact.
"No…dad…please stop. Don't let them…hurts…I can't…can't do that…" Dean mumbled incoherently.
Sam listened and tried to not think about what Dean could possibly be begging his father to stop.
Dean, I don't know how to help you through this…but I promise when we are better I'm never gonna leave you alone. The silent promise kept running through Sam's mind like a mantra as he watched Dean struggle.
A sudden intense tremor rocked through Dean's body and he started shake even harder, his body slipping from the chair causing his head to bang into the metal armrest as he slid bonelessly to the floor; his body now wracked in a full out seizure. Blood started to pool below his left eye on the white tile floor where he had hit the sharp corner of the hospital chair.
Sam stared helplessly as Dean convulsed and his broken leg thrashed against the chair and his arms taunt, blood vessels standing out starkly against the muscles, with the intensity of the seizure.
Fear and panic were now fully seated in Sam's heart as he watched the man he loved seize with fever and pain.
The nurses rushed back into the room and halted as they saw the figure on the floor, "Shit." The blond exclaimed as they rushed to Dean's aid.
The two women struggled to pick up the close to 200 pounds of weight and place him on the gurney, the other nurse, Becky, immediately started taking vitals. A third nurse that Sam did not know rushing in and placing a white cloth against the head wound.
"Heart rate is elevated, BP is dropping; it's getting close to dangerous levels. We need the doctor, now!" She stated matter of factly, her voice was dangerously calm.
Sam's fear ramped up at their words as they quickly wheeled Dean out of the room and away from him. He tried to get their attention, but they were preoccupied with Dean's condition and had completely forgotten about him.
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Dean felt his father break his arm as he was thrown into the banister at the base of the stairs in their crappy one bedroom motel room. He stayed crouched in the corner as his father raged at him from the top of stairs that he had just thrown Dean down.
"You WILL do this for me son!" His father screamed down at him. He started to descend the levels and Dean felt himself shake with fear.
"Dad…I can't…please don't make me." Tears were now streaming down Dean's face as he tried to move away from the rage that was literally pouring off his father.
"I don't care what you want!" He screamed as he stumbled down the stairs, his foot flying out as he kicked Dean in the rips, hearing a satisfying crack as one, maybe two, gave way.
Dean pulled into a ball of agony, as flashes of intense pain radiated from his broken arm and now from his side as well. Every breath was causing black spots to jump before his eyes.
His father grabbed him by the hair and hauled him to his feet, Dean cried out again as the movement shifted his bones, the pain momentarily blinding him. This show weakness only seemed to make his father angrier; he threw Dean over the coffee table face down and held him there.
"So you like boys…huh?!" his father yelled he pulled a knife from his pocket; he slid the thing between Dean's belt and the waist band on his jeans quickly slicing through the leather.
"Well then we better make sure that you know what you are getting into!"
Dean's mind was foggy with pain and his vision kept blurring as he tried to squirm out from beneath his father.
When he felt his father's hand reach around the front of his jeans and pop the snap, the intension now crystal clear, Dean flipped out. He started bucking against his father trying to throw him off before he could complete the heinous act.
He felt his father grab his hair and slam his head into the edge of the table causing Dean's vision to go momentarily white and blood to flow freely from the wound and into his eyes and then dripping off his nose only to pool on the dirty brown carpet beneath him.
But it stopped him from fighting for a moment as he tried to collect his jumbled thoughts and breath through the searing pain.
That was the only break his father needed to savagely pull his jeans from his lean hips along with his boxers and send them flying across the room.
Dean heard the sound of another zipper being pulled down, but he couldn't think clearly enough yet to do anything about it. He knew that he should fight, but he just didn't seem to have any control over his body.
Suddenly he felt an unfamiliar weight settle on his back, holding his shoulders against the cheap wood of the table and the realization of what was about to happen screamed in his pain frazzled mind.
"Dad…no…please…please don't." He whispered as he felt his father cup his ass and then there was nothing but pain, a blinding pain that rendered him incapable of moving as his father rammed home. There had been no preparation and Dean had never done this before, it had been only recently that he had discovered his preference for guys, and he felt something tear loose with the intrusion.
He screamed with the pain, but his father only laughed at him twisting his hands tighter into Dean's hair as he continued to ride him, allowing the blood to act as the only lubricant.
"Boy, you are lucky that your mother died! She would have hated what you became…what you are! Just a dirty little whore that no one will ever want…that no one will ever love!"
Dean felt his grasp on reality slipping as the pain was finally too much for his brain and it gave up the fight and settled him into oblivion.
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Sam waited for the nurse to return and give him news about Dean's condition, but she seemed to be taking forever and he soon found that his eyes would no longer stay open.
He felt a hand resting gently on his good arm as he tried to remember where he was and why he hurt so much.
"Sam?" The voice was obviously female and it belonged to…Anna.
"Anna?" he asked as he finally pulled eyes open and tried to focus them on the figure standing in front of him.
She smiled as she recognized the coherent answer, "Yeah…Sam it's me. You okay?"
He closed his eyes briefly and nodded. Just then the memory of Dean's prompt removal from his room and the fact that no one had come back to update him slammed into his unprepared mind.
Sam gasped as he realized that Dean was nowhere around and Anna looked exhausted…and upset.
"Dean?" he asked quietly.
She faltered and sank into the chair that Dean occupied when Sam had woken up the first time.
Huge tears formed in her eyes and started to roll down her cheeks as she finally looked back up at him.
"He's unconscious, they don't know what spiked the fever, but it is starting to come down…so they're hopeful that he will wake up soon."
He watched her facial expressions and he knew that she was keeping something important from him.
"Anna…what else?" His voice was almost a whisper.
She tried to smile, but it came off more as a grimace. "He had 2 more seizures; they don't know what caused them…or if there was any…permanent…damage." Her voice broke at the last word, and her head fell back into her chest.
Sam reached for her hand so she would look back up at him.
"Is he okay right now?" he asked.
She nodded, but again he sensed hesitation in her answer.
"What?"
"Sam, I think he was dreaming…about my father." She finally looked back into his eyes and he saw fear, disgust, and myriad of other emotions reflected in her eyes at the mention of their father.
"Okay…" he said hoping that she would continue.
She took a deep stuttering breath to try and steady herself, "I don't think he ever told me everything that my father did to him. I mean he beat him on several occasions bad enough to warrant the hospital. But…I …never…thought he…" Sam knitted his eyebrows in confusion.
"What?"
"What he was mumbling…what he was saying…it sounded like…oh god Sam…it sounded like my father may have raped him." Her voice shattered at the end of her sentence.
Sam's heart constricted at the thought that there may be some truth to that, he knew that their father had been abusive, so was that really so much of a stretch? It also explained some of Dean's reactions to being touched when he couldn't see the person. Sam guessed that some of that was his military training, but he had never connected the dots back their origin…Dean's own father.
"God…Anna. Do you really think so?" He tried to say it in a steady voice, but his voice took on a shattered quality of its own.
"Yeah Sam…I do. The way he was begging and the fear…yeah I think that bastard did something awful to him… I remember this one time I found Dean beaten, unconscious, and almost naked on the floor of our shitty motel, he said a burglar had done it, but I never really believed him, I just couldn't face the fact that my father may have…and Dean just never told me…not that I'm surprised. He would have done anything to protect me…and now…I think…he…did."
Sam just nodded and closed his eyes as he thought of the generous, strong, amazing man that Dean had become inspite of his upbringing. Pain washed over him as he wondered how Dean had kept all this to himself and still become one of the best people that Sam had ever met.
And the love of my life. That idea was now firmly implanted in his brain; there was no way to deny the strength of these feelings. The thought of losing him was simply unbearable it was like all the oxygen had been sucked from the room, there was no way that Sam could let that happen…Dean was too important!
TBC...