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Warning: Child Abuse

Ignorance Is Bliss, Chapter 4

She was proud of herself. She sat at the kitchen table, thinking about how the past few days have been going. It's been two days since Dean had found out Sam was getting sick. He was too young to completely know what to do, but she didn't have to commence him for having the right train of thought and for being on the right track. But what she was doing to him couldn't be reversed with just some Children's Tylenol and a glass of water; no, this was something way more. Day after day, meal after meal, she slipped a tablet or two into the toddler's food, then smiled silently to herself as she watched him eat it. Hours later, his pain got worse... it only made her smile.

"Good job," she mumbled to herself.

Kris looked over at Sam who had refused to move from the couch , he faced the back of it, his head buried in the pillow . She didn't feel sorry for him. Honestly, she didn't feel anything... except accomplishment, maybe. Or anxiousness- more or less. Accomplished: she had put into action what she had promised herself she would. She had a plan and the fact that they boys pissed her off just allowed her to put it into action earlier than she had planned. She missed John. She didn't understand how he could be gone this long. Didn't he know he had two boys and a beautiful woman waiting for him at home? Kris sighed. She wanted him back.

She had anger. She needed to release it. Sam and Dean seemed like the perfect way to do that. If she can't be happy, the can't either - that's the way she sees it. And Sam, just for being uncooperative, is her target for the time being. There was a rush in all of it. Kris liked the chain reaction: she hurts Sam, Sam tells Dean, Dean tries to take care of Sam, Dean realizes he can't, then suddenly they both need her help. She likes that feeling: being wanted. She thrived it, actually. So if she had to keep hurting Sam to make him keep needing her... then so be it.

-Ignorance-Is-Bliss-

Sam had a fever. It came about early in the morning and Sam had woken everybody up to let them know. He was hot. He felt his body was wrapped up in a bunch of hot towels. Sam groaned. He didn't like this feeling. He felt sick to his stomach. Sam didn't want to eat anymore, he kept telling Kris that whenever he did it only made him feel worse, but she felt different. She kept telling him that eventually he'll feel better. Sam saw no other choice but to believe her. He felt tried. He could couldn't keep his eyes open for more than a few hours. All this pain he felt was wiping his energy. He felt helpless; more than anything he just wanted Dean to make the pain go away, but he seemed like he didn't know how. He would hover over Sam with this look in his eyes that scared Sam. A look that said, "I'm sorry, Sammy, I don't know how to help you."

All he wanted was his father, but he was no where to be found.

Dean was scared. Something was wrong with Sam. Really wrong and it seemed like he was getting worse as the days went on. It's been exactly three days since Sam had first complained of a stomach ache but now it didn't stop there. Now he had a fever that was rising by the hour and complained of it every few minutes. You know that feeling in the pit of your stomach you get when something is just.. off? Dean felt that since Kris had first arrived, but even more now. He needed to do something, but he didn't know what. He needed to fix this, but he didn't know how.

But there was one thing they all knew: John needed to some back.

-Ignorance-Is-Bliss-

Kris pressed the wash cloth to Sam's head. The curls on his head bing pressed down to his forehead. Sweat mixed with the stray water that dripped from the cloth and made a small puddle in the couch around Sam's head. His eyes were closed, his breathing was quick and thin, he clutched his stomach. Slowly, his feet kicked at the blanket that covered him. He was hot - too hot. Sam's hands were clammy, his vision was cloudy, and his stomach was rumbling though he was no where near hungry.

She patted his shoulder in the most soothing way she knew how.

"Just relax," she whispered to him. "it'll be okay."

Sam groaned. He felt horrible. He felt...

As quickly as he could Sam got up. It hurt to move, it hurt to do anything. But he had to go. The bathroom was too far, so the garbage can would have to do. He fling the top off the garbage, the sudden sound seemed to echo off the walls. That sound of it was enough to get Dean's attention. He opened the bedroom door, looking in their direction skeptically.

Sam's body jerked forward and his stomach emptied. Dean ran to his side, placing his hand on his back. Dean looked down, but what he saw wasn't right.

He shook his head. "Sammy... is that blood ?" he questioned.

Dripping from the younger Winchester's lips was a deep red, thick, liquid.

Looking in his eyes, Dean saw Sam was crying.

This was bad. Really bad.

Dean took Sam's arm and projected his voice to Kris.

"He needs to go to the hospital."

Almost instantly, she shook her head.

Dean squinted at her. "Did you not just see what happened? He threw up blood... he needs to go to the-"

Kris laughed. But nothing was funny. This was definitely not funny. But she laughed. It was a deep, satisfied laugh. The kind of laugh you hear the bad guys do in movies when they know they've won. Every instinct Dean had was screaming at him to take Sam and run... so that's just what he tried to do.

Grabbing Sam by the arm, he tugged him across the living room. Dean tried to rush past her, but she was too quick. Her arm came down hard, pushing them off their feet. They both fell backwards; the back of Dean's head hit the hardwood floor hard and for a moment he saw nothing but black. He snapped out of it as quick as he could, though his head was spinning. When he looked up he saw Kris making her way to the door. She locked both locks and put the chain on the door. He watched her push down the locks on the windows .

Dean's heart began to race. He looked to right to see his brother with his eyes barely open, still coughing up blood. Dean's eyesight faded for a moment again, but focused when he heard Kris clear her throat.

"No one's going anywhere," she laughed.

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