A/N: Ok hopefully this chapter makes up for the short chapter last time. Oh and thank you for all the readers and reviewers, I give you all a big hug. Hope you like this chapter.

"Dean," it was eleven o'clock at night and Sam sat up in bed and stared at Dean until he turned to face him.

"Sammy it's eleven at night, what do you want?"

"Can I ask you something?" His voice sounded weak and scared, and really who could blame him. Dean nodded and Sam went on. "Is it stupid that I miss dad?"

"Sam," He looked into the boys big brown eyes, and sighed. "No it's not stupid."

"Do you miss him?" Dean looked away from his little brother and rubbed his hands over his face.

"Yes."

"Dean, why do we have to go to court? I mean if we miss him, why can't we stay with him?"

"Sammy, the court probably won't care if we miss him. All they care about is that we have a good home."

"But I don't want to live here. I want to be with him."

"Sam, he abused us, that's what the court will see, we won't have a choice."

"Will I have to go up to the stand?"

"Probably, but so will I."

"What will they ask me?"

"Things about our life at home with dad."

"What kind of things?"

"I don't know, probably how old you are, when mom died, they will probably ask you what happened two days ago."

"I don't want to answer that question again. I'm tired of answering that question. Can't I tell them I don't remember?"

"They have your statement Sammy, and besides you have to tell the truth."

"But I don't want daddy to go away."

"Neither do I but… we have to tell the truth."

A knock sounded lightly at the bedroom door. The doorknob turned, and the door slowly opened. A strip of light danced its way into the room as their Uncle Mitchell pocked his head in. "You boys should get some sleep. You have a busy day tomorrow." The boys nodded and rested their head on the pillows, and fell asleep almost instantly.

(Next day)

"Why do we have to wear these cloths?" Sam looked at his brother who just shrugged and finished buttoning up his white shirt.

"You have to look nice Sam," Aunt Laney said as helped Sam put on his black jacket.

"Why?" Dean smirked when his aunt just looked at him with tired eyes.

"Sammy, stop complaining."

"I'm not," Sam walked over to Dean, who was trying to tie his necktie but was having difficulty. "You should have gotten a clip tie Dean, they are a lot easier." Dean smiled at his brother as their uncle walked over and helped Dean.

"You boys ready?" Dean saw the look in Sammy's eyes, he knew he didn't want to go but they had no choice.

"Yeah we're ready." Sam grabbed Dean's hand as they walked out the front door, and headed for the car.

(Court house)

They walked into the court house and took a seat in the front row behind the defendant. Sam refused to let go of Dean's hand, he sat as close as he could get to him without sitting on top of him. The doors creaked loudly causing everybody to look as John Winchester walked through the doors following his attorney. Sam and Dean watched as their father walked past them and took his seat.

"All rise for Judge Sirus." Everybody rose from their seats and waited for the judge to sit.

"Be seated." The bailiff handed the judge a folder and he opened it and read it. "We are here for the abuse of the Winchester boys. Let's begin."

(Dean's POV)

Look at him how can he be so calm, he's on trial. He could be put in jail, god why couldn't I just keep my mouth shut.

"We would like to call Dean Winchester to the stand." I looked at Sam and he hesitantly let go of my hand. I stood up and walked through the swinging doors. I threw my father a glance as I walked past him but he looked down. Were those tears I saw? I got up to the stand, took the oath and sat down.

"Hi Dean," this person is too chipper. "How old are you?"

"Twelve."

"How many friends do you have?"

"What does that have to do anything?"

"Young man answer the question."

I hate people. "I don't."

"You don't?"

"No I go home directly after school."

"Why's that?" Man it's another person who stop asking stupid questions.

"So Sammy won't be alone."

"He stays at home alone? Where are your parents?"

"My mother is dead," Bitch they always bring her into this, if she was alive none of this would have ever happened.

"Where is your father?"

"Working… or getting drunk?" Yea real good Dean, let them know he's a drunk as well.

"Has your father ever hit you?" Say no Dean, tell her you were only lying, you didn't mean anything you said. "Dean has your father ever hit you?" I looked at my father, god dad I'm so sorry.

"Yes."

"I'm sorry I wasn't able to hear you, can you say that louder?" Well that was well deserved, especially seeing that I said that in a whisper.

"Yes." I'm an idiot, I didn't help Sam, he misses dad I thought if I got him away he would be happy, but he seems miserable.

"How old were you when he started hitting you?" Don't say anything else. Just leave me alone, leave Sam alone. Why can't I just tell her I lied? "Dean answer the question please."

"Six, I think."

"That's all, thank you Dean." You're not welcome. I took my seat next to Sam and saw dad looking back at me, I looked back at him and whispered that I was sorry.

"Sam Winchester."

(Sam's POV)

Oh no, what do I do? I don't want to go up. I look over at Dean for help and all he did was nod for me to go up. So I did, I was nervous and my palms were already sweaty, but I walked up to the stand and looked back at Dean who gave me a thumbs up. I took the oath and sat down; I watched as the lady who had questioned Dean walked over to me and smiled.

"Hi Sam, I'm Mrs. Sparks." Her name is Sparks; I really hope I don't start to laugh. "Will you answer a few questions for me?'

"Sure."

"Ok, can you tell me how old you are?"

"Eight."

"Your brother told me that your mother died. Do you remember anything about her?"

"Only what he tells me."

"What would that be?"

"That she was really nice, and that I remind him of her."

"What about your father?"

"What about him?" Please don't ask me to tell you what happened.

"Does he hit you?" I froze and I just stared at her, then to dad, then to Dean. "Sam, has your father ever hit you?" I'm scared. Why won't Dean help me?

(Deans POV)

"Sam, answer the question please." Leave him alone, god he looks so helpless up there. "Sam, does your father hit you?"

"YES NOW LEAVE ME ALONE!" I saw him run off the stand, he ran for our father who just sat there. He sat there as Sam plowed into him. I tired to stand up but a hand stopped me, I looked over to see my uncle shaking his head.

(Regular POV)

"Daddy, don't let them take me away. I'm sorry I'll be good, I promise." Sam started to cry, as John just sat surprised at his youngest son, for still wanting to be with him after all he's done.

"Order! Order in my court!" The children's attorney pulled Sam away from John. Sam was kicking and screaming trying to get away from her but she wasn't letting go. Dean pulled away from his uncle's grasp and ran for Sam. He took him away from the attorney and held him close falling to the ground as he tried to calm his younger brother down. "We will take a one hour recess, and when we all come back the jury will have made their decision." He hit his gavel and everybody stood up as he left. He bailiff took John past his boys and into the back.

Dean could feel all the stairs that the people were giving them. The shocked and worried stares, the poor boys look; he could see them all but he didn't care about them. He cared about Sam who was sitting on the ground crying into Dean's chest, screaming for his father.

"Shhh, its ok Sammy. Everything is ok." Dean closed his eyes trying to keep the tears from coming, he breathed deeply and exhaled. Sam had managed to steady his breathing by listen to Dean's, his heartbeat becoming one with his older brothers. Dean picked him up and carried him over to their seat and just sat there with him for an hour…waiting. Waiting for the bailiff to bring there father back, waiting for the judge to come back, and waiting for the jury to come back with the verdict that he was afraid to hear.

"You ok?" Dean looked up at his uncle and back down to Sam who was now sleeping in his arms.

"Yea, I'm fine." They both looked towards the door as the crowd of people came back in and took their seats. Dean quietly woke Sammy up when their father was brought back to his seat. They all rose when the judge came out and sat back down after him. The jury came out and gave the judge the verdict.

"The verdict is in. How do you find the defendant?"

"We find the defendant guilty."

"I sentince you to fourteen years in prison where you can't contact Dean or Sam. You are not allowed visitation rights, until they are old enough to make their own decisions."

"NO." Dean yelled as he stood up and jumped over the railing, and ran into his father. "God dad I'm so sorry, I never meant for any of this to happen."

"It's ok, I deserve this. I'm sorry for hurting you and Sam. I will see you when I get out." The bailiff handcuffed his father and pulled him away from Dean, walking him to the back. Dean wanted so bad to go after him but was stopped when his aunt placed her hands on his shoulders and turned him around, pulling him into a hug.

A/N: I'm so mean, Well hope you liked the chapter. Til next time.

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