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Chapter Four
Blind Dedication

The world had stopped at that exact moment for Dean Winchester. As he leant over the railing, where he lost his grip on his baby brother, the world stopped. Dean looked down at his brother, who lay motionless on the hard floor. Dean's first instinct was to jump over the railing himself to get to Sam. But Dean shot that out but instead of his mind forcing him down the stairs to see if Sam was okay…if Sam was alive, Dean was frozen; his bloody fingers hanging limply over the cracking wood.

Dean could hear his heart beat getting faster and rapid and sweat seamed to be rolling down his face in slow motion, reminding Dean of what he failed to do; to protect Sammy.

"Dean?!" Dean's head shot up, but his body and position remained.

John leaned forward and placed his hands on his cheeks. His head hurt like hell and his body ached. But the quietness in the area was way too heretical. John kept his eyes closed as he yelled for his sons once again. "Dean? Sam?!" John got to his feet and immediately looked up, finding his eldest son leant over the railing and gawking down at the floor.

"Dean? What….?" John followed his son's eyes and found Sam lying limp on the floor.

"Sam!" John gasped and quickly dove to his son's side.

Sam's body was completely still. His left leg was awkwardly position outward and the bone poked out his sleeve near his right arm that was pinned to his hip whilst his body was turned slightly to his right.

"Sam….?" John cupped his son's face and was stunned by the coldness to his teenager's skin. John repositioned himself to try and regain control and think. His hand met something sticky and he pulled his hand back and saw blood; his son's blood, making a pool around Sam's head. That was like a kick to the gut and John sprung into action. First feeling along Sam's neck for a pulse and was thankful for a faint, but steady beat. Next he put his finger under his son's nose and felt his son's breath blow against it.

John began to quickly asses his son's injuries but he knew he had to get them out of here. Toby was probably still at large and for now they needed out.

"Dean?!" John yelled and looked up at his eldest son who was still frozen in place. John yelled again but with that voice that his son would never ignore. "Dean!!"

Dean blinked rapidly at the sound of his father's voice. Dean pulled his hands to his chest and took a small step away from the balcony, but not far away to loose sight of his brother and father.

"Dad…I….he…" Dean stuttered at tears began to blur his vision. He couldn't believe what just happened and though the world seamed to unfreeze, Dean's mind and thoughts we're still at lost.

"Dean! You're brother is fine. Just hurry and get down here before Toby shows up again!" John demanded with lies mixed in. In truth, he had no idea if Sam was fine or not.

Dean took a tentative step forward and glanced down at his brother once again and winced as he saw the paleness to his brother's face and gulped at the sight of the blood surrounding his head.

John began to prod at Sam, making sure his son's spine wasn't bothered. A head injury was something he could deal with and get Sam and Dean out of here… but the spine would be difficult.

Noticing the long gape from when he told Dean his order, he looked up again and saw Dean once again frozen. John glared at his son. He wasn't exactly sure what happened but he knew Sam was hurt and Dean wasn't obeying orders. John opened his mouth, to once again, demand his son's help but gaped when he saw Toby appear behind Dean.

"De-!" John was cut off in his warning when an angry little flickering boy plummeted into Dean. Dean attempted to stop himself against the railing, but the boy's force was too much and the aging wood snapped. The boy clung to Dean until Toby knew his 'Uncle' was over and flickered off. John watched in horror as he watched his son fall helplessly. John could slightly feel the fear Dean induced, watching someone they loved fall to danger and no time or punch to do anything.

Dean held out his hands in front of him, trying to soften to blow but that made it so much worse. Though Dean's hands crashed against the floor first, that caused his body to recoil slightly and then his body bent awkwardly. Dean's head hit first and he blacked out but John, though couldn't see his son land, fore he landed behind him, he sure could heard the deafening snap of what sounded like his son's spinal cord.

~D~S~

Toby couldn't help but smile when he saw Uncle Kenny hit the ground. He deserved it, he thought to himself. He pushed Henry! And though Uncle Kenny deserves so much more for all the years he's beaten him and his brother, Toby wouldn't be upset if his revengeful push killed his Uncle. That would give him more time to deal with his father. Uncle Kenny abused them alright, physically. But Dad hurt them 10 times worse physically, plus mentally. Blaming Toby for his mother's death when Toby was just only 6 months old. At first, neither his father nor Uncle ever touched Henry. But then Henry started to defend Toby and soon the beatings became a regular thing, for both boys. It lasted for years and the boys were taught to cover the bruises, the cuts, the burns. They were raised to lie and always defend their father when anyone asked questioned, which was rare because Kenneth and Jonathan where born and raised respectably in the small town and both were high in the community as firemen and respectable in everyone's eyes. Even after the death of Jonathan's wife, he became depressed like everyone suspected but went completely back to normal and no one ever suspected the abuse that Henry and Toby faced.

When Henry's teacher started to ask questions, Toby did the best he could to cover but Henry had told him that they would be safe. Henry trusted the young teacher but even she didn't know what would happen if the boys were returned to the two brother's custody. The father and Uncle both showed up and took the boys from the school, saying that they were aloud to take them because they were theirs. No police or help was given as the two firemen took the two scared little kids. The state didn't investigate, only planned a little hearing to see if it could just be passed over as a misunderstanding. The only persons who believed Jonathan and Kenneth were guilty was the young and unknown teacher.

That night Henry received a beating of a life time from their father. Toby hid in the corner like his older brother told him too. Toby couldn't do anything but trust what his brother told him. Henry always protected Toby and they had a very strong relationship. But once the father was done with Henry, he turned to Toby. But instead of stopping once the boy passed out, he continued to hit. Henry watched helplessly, curled up in his pain inflicted ball.

Next Kenny and Jonathan left state, taking Henry with them forcefully and leaving Toby for dead.

Toby awoke with a new strength. He found his family gone and at first he was frightened. But Toby soon found the things he could do. He could teleport, and walk through walls. He knew that the praying his brother always told him to do work and God had given him a way to protect himself. He was upset on the lateness of the gift but pleased with it that same. That was when he started planning his revenge for his father and uncle and was determined to get his brother back from those monsters. Not much time seemed to pass when the aura and familiarly of his father drove directly in front of him. Using his new found power, and captured him. Now his plan was unraveling but Toby's smile faded as he saw the damage done to his older brother.

Uncle Kenny lay unconscious and he saw his Dad turn around to look him over. Of course he'd be more worried about his brother, not his son. Toby grimaced. Now all he had to do was get his Dad away from his brother so he could help him.

Toby stepped out of the shadows, only one foot away from his brother Henry.

Jonathan turned and faced the boy, placing a protective arm over Henry. That move made Toby step back. Was his father trying to protect Henry from him? No! It was impossible. His father hated both his sons and Toby wasn't going to hurt Henry. He was only going to get his revenge, again on his father for what he did.

Toby stepped forward again, his confidence radiating. "Dad, leave him alone!" Toby yelled.

His father gulped and Toby noticed tears rolling down his eyes and he looked fearful of Toby. His plan was working.

"Toby, you have to listen to me! I am not you're father. These are my boys and they need help!" John cried, motioning to the unconscious boys on the ground.

"Your lies may fool the town. But not me. Not anymore." Toby stated and flung his father against the wall and watched him fall unconscious. Toby rushed to his brother's side, lifting his brother's bloody head to his lap.

Toby put his mouth to Henry's ear. "Don't worry big brother. I'll take care of you." He whispered and for once, Toby could almost understand his father's and uncle's enjoyment of hurting someone. But not him and his brother….no longer. Now, it was time for revenge.

~D~S~

Now John was scared. Not only was he unaware of Dean's true condition, heck he didn't even have time to see if he really was alive. But not he was tied up, once again in the wooden chair. It seemed like this rope was unbreakable. Toby had since left to receive 'Uncle Kenny'. John only hoped that Dean was okay.

The door opened once again and the little boy pulled with all his might, pulling Dean in by his arms. It surprised John on the strength the boy had. Most of which he knew came from him being a ghost, plus the time he had to plan. The boy's death was nearly eight years ago.

Toby used more of his powers then strength to heave Dean up on the chair and bound him just as well as John was.

Toby turned to John. "Okay. I'm going to bring Henry up here and soon he can help me. Oh, he'll make you two pay." Toby smiled and raced back out into the room.

John's lip curled. He turned and looked to Dean. Looking carefully, he saw Dean's chest moving and John sighed in relief. Not that he still didn't except Dean to have damage to his spine, his neck was okay and his boy was alive. But now he worried about Sam. His baby boy was loosing a lot of blood and the gash on his head had looked horrible and John couldn't even get the best look at it. Plus Toby had no idea how bad he was going to hurt Sam more by moving him up here with them. He only hoped his boys were as strong as he taught them to be.

Toby entered once again. Pulling Sam closer to Toby's chest and whispering words in Sam's ear. Toby carefully put Sam's upper body back to the ground and Toby jumped over him to face John. John winced as he saw the blood dripping from Toby's thin clothes; his boy's blood. Toby barely ever flickered which meant that he was strong and prepared. That made this a whole lot harder, giving John more of a real little boy to deal with then a Casper with anger issues. That's what Dean has always called vengeful child spirits.

"So Dad? Should we pick up where we left off?" Toby questioned as he walked over to wards a black bag in to corner where he hid all his 'tools'.

"Toby, listen to me. You need to let them go. Sa- Henry and Kenny." John pleaded then continued. "Henry doesn't look too good. You should get him to a hospital." John tried to reason with it. He knew Toby cared for his brother, who he pictured Sam as and he understood brother's relationships, seeing Dean and Sam's connection often.

Toby only shrugged. "No, he'll be fine. Once he wakes up and sees what I'm doing to you he'll jump up and help me."

Toby pulled out a long knife; one that John had many experiences with over the past few nights.

"Please," John begged as the knife came closer. His boys were hurt and needed him and begging seemed to be the only thing he had to strength left to do.

Toby shook his head as the knife came into contact with John' left forearm, over an already injured cut. A soft moan made Toby pull the knife back.

John turned and saw Dean stir in his seat.

"Dean? You okay son?" John asked quickly, ignoring Toby who watched both older Winchesters cautiously.

"Dad?" Dean flinched as he opened his eyes. The lights weren't bright but they hurt his eyes like a bitch. Finally getting his eyes opened he was faced with terrifying pale blue eyes of Toby Richardson. Memories all came flooding back: John getting caught, Toby and Henry's story, Sam's eyes, then Sam falling, then him falling. Dean looked around Toby's evil glare and found his little brother unconscious, a new small pool of blood still pouring for his brother's head. He looked over to his father who stared back with forgiveness in his eyes.

"Hey Uncle Henry." Dean's attention was moved back to Toby.

"Hey Toby." Dean tried to smile sarcastically but his head hurt like hell. "Sorry, kid. But I ain't no Uncle." Dean was about to rant more but found a sudden lunge in Toby's right hand and a horrible pain shot up in his shoulder.

Toby smiled as he dug the knife into his Dean's shoulder, twisting and pushing all in one. Though his father and Uncle never used anything but their belts and fists on them, he knew his way.

John caught his breath as Toby dug the knife into his son's shoulder.

Toby pulled the knife out and wiped it on his shirt, letting both Sam's and Dean's blood mix together.

"Augh! You little brat!" Dean yelled, as he moved in his seat and found himself tightly bound and his body ached, along with the new pain in his shoulder.

"You deserved it. You hurt us for too long Uncle Kenny. And now this," Toby pointed to Sam. "Look at what you did. I'm kind of happy that your fall didn't kill you. This is much more fun," Toby smiled and then slammed the knife down on Dean's thigh.

Dean screamed from the movement and instinct but found no pain. Dean looked down and saw blood seeped around the knife that was held firmly by Toby dug into Dean's thigh deeply.

"What…?" Toby gasped, pulling the knife out.

Dean gasped, again on instinct but felt nothing. Dean turned to his father with tears in his eyes again. "Dad….?"

John clenched his jaw. "Your spine." That was John's only explanation.

"You mean I'm paralyzed?!" Dean screamed suddenly then turned to look back at Toby.

"Well that's no fun," Toby pouted. "A lot of my punishments were with the lower part of you're body Uncle Kenny. Like all those nights you used to hurt me down there." Toby cocked his head. "I'll just have to think of more lessons to teach you. Now the sun's almost up." Toby said as he looked out the window.

Had that much time really have passed? Dean could feel his mind rattling.

"Okay, now you two behave." Toby said as he put duct tape over John's and Dean's mouths. "That's what you always said to us remember? And even if we did we still got beat," Toby explained with fire in his eyes.

Toby turned and started to drag Sam out of the door.

Dean cried through his tape for his brother but it was muffled by the tape and then the door slammed shut, completely cutting off the older Winchesters from the youngest.

~D~S~

Sam opened his eyes slowly. He could hear a gently voice calling a name, but it wasn't his own.

"…en…"

"H……"

"…..ry"

"Henry." This time the voice was clear,

Sam's eyes shot around the room but it was completely black. "Light…" Sam mumbled. He didn't know who was calling for Henry, or even who Henry was but he needed to be able to see what's happening.

"Okay, I'll turn on the big light." A little boy whispered.

Sam could hear little feet running across wooden flooring then a light switch. But Sam was still in darkness.

Sam instantly sat up, but little hands pushed down on his shoulder.

"No, Henry it's okay. Just calm down and relax. Don't move." The boy instructed and Sam immediately lay back down for two reasons. One, he remembered the angry ghost and how powerful he was and two, his head screamed in pain and his body ached with so much pain, Sam was surprised he wasn't crying his eyes out right now.

Sam lay back down, but his body was stiff. The most pain his felt was in his right wrist but he couldn't tell the source of it and if he tried to move it the pain jolted him with unbearable pain. It was the same thing with his left leg and his head. Unimaginable pain.

"Henry? What's the matter with your eyes?" Toby questioned.

Sam gulped. "I don't know. What's wrong with them?!" Sam felt his body shake.

"They're all red, like before. But now the middle part is white and you can't even see your brown iris" Toby explained.

Sam gasped. "Toby, are you sure you have the lights on?" Sam questioned.

"Yes, can't you see? I used my powers to make all the lights work again. I was afraid of the dark once Daddy took you away."

"I can't see it, no. Um, Toby. I think you should get Dad." Sam covered himself, trying to play along with Toby but also get him out of here. His vision was gone….everything was black, gone. Sam was defenseless, helpless, and vulnerable. Sam was blind.

Author's Note #2: Hey! I hope you enjoyed the chapter! I had a good time writing it, mainly because I always love writing but this was extra interesting. I had a hard time writing about the abuse stuff. I have to no experience with it but it still makes me sick. But I needed a story for the boys. And originally this story wasn't going to be a blind fic, but thanks to MysteryMadchen for the idea and support! Like I said before, I write as I go but now this story has a place to go! =) Reviews are still appreciated, adored, loved, ect. =) Thanks a lot!
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