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Brothers

Chapter seven

Dean looked over at Sam and could see him talking to two men. He started walking over to check on him but just as he started to leave he was challenged to another game. He knew they needed the money and hated giving up the opportunity to make more. He looked over at Sam who smiled at him giving no indication that anything was wrong so Dean turned around and continued playing. He figured one more game then they were out of there, they could always hit a new bar tomorrow, Sam seemed fine and there didn't appear to be any reason to be worried.

"Come on kid just a few more." The man coaxed as he put more shot glasses in front of Sam.

"I d-d-don't want any more. I d-d-don't like it."

"What are you kid a retard or a man?"

Tears filled Sam's eyes at the man's harsh words.

"I'm not retarded."

"Well then prove it…drink up." He held one of the shot glasses up to Sam who took it and gulped it down then shook his head slightly.

"Starting to feel the buzz aren't you kid?"

"I don't feel so g-g-good."

"Come on kid just one more…" The other man said.

Sam drank the shot then stood up and could feel the room spinning.

"I think I'm g-g-going to be s-s-sick."

The men looked at each other and smiled.

"That's too bad kid; we'll help you to the bathroom."

The two men walked on either side of Sam but instead of taking him to the restroom they led him out the back door and into an alley.

"My b-b-brother told me to stay inside." Sam protested as he tried to pull away from the men. "He's going to be m-m-mad at me."

One of the men pushed Sam hard against a wall.

"Ouch." Sam cried out as he hit the wall. "Why did you d-d-do that?"

"We're going to have us a little fun boy."

"I want to go b-b-back inside." Sam tried to walk away but was held against the wall. "Please…I want to go b-b-back inside." Tears filled Sam's eyes.

"Not before you drop those pants kid."

Sam's eyes widened.

"What?"

"Get those pants off kid, we're going to show you a real good time."

Sam shook his head back and forth his eyes wide with terror.

"No… I want to g-g-go home."

The man backhanded Sam hard across the face splitting his lip.

"Take those pants down now boy or I will." The man said as he began taking off his own belt then began unzipping his pants. "Wait till you see what we have in store for you boy."

"Please I want to g-g-go b-b-back inside…" Tears ran down his face.

The other man came over and undid Sam's belt then began to unzip his jeans.

"P-P-Please don't….I want my b-b-brother…" Sam cried as he tried to hold up his pants.

"Your brother's not here kid."

"You wanna bet?" A voice came from behind them and they turned to look into the enraged eyes of Dean. His own eyes filled up when he saw Sam crying as he tried to hold up his pants.

"I'm sorry D-D-Dean….I told them I had to go b-b-back inside."

"It's okay Sammy. You just go inside, I'll handle this."

"Are you c-c-coming?"

"I'll be there in a minute, there's something I got to do."

Sam wiped at his eyes and went back into the bar.

"Now I'm going to wipe up the alley with you two scum." Dean said his eyes burning with hate as he walked toward them.

Both of the men pulled out knives.

"We were just having us a little fun with the retard." One of the men said as he held up the knife.

"Well I'm just going to have me a little fun with you."

The men didn't stand a chance against Dean. He was in full fighting mode, these men had tried to hurt his brother and now they were going to pay for it. The men got in a few lucky punches but they were no match for Dean who beat them till they lay bleeding and crumbled in the alley. He then went over and picked each one up and tossed them into a dumpster.

"You ever touch my brother again; I swear I'll kill you both." He said through teeth clenched in hate as he slammed down the dumpster's lid.

Dean then went back inside and found Sam who was standing right inside the door. He put his arm around his shoulder and led him out the front door and back to the car.

Motel room

Once they got back to the motel Sam immediately ran into the bathroom and threw up. When he came back he looked over at Dean who looked at him sadly.

"You okay Sammy?"

Sam nodded.

"I'm s-s-sorry…."

"Sam when those men started giving you booze you should have came and got me."

"I thought they were b-b-being nice."

"It's okay Sam, but next time we're in a bar you don't talk or take any drinks from anyone except me. Do you understand?"

Sam's eyes filled up.

"Yeah…You're m-m-mad at me aren't you?"

"No Sammy, I'm not mad at you, only at the men who tried to hurt you."

"What were they g-g-going to do?"

"That's not important." Dean swallowed the lump in his throat when he thought of what might have happened to his baby brother if he hadn't gotten there in time.

"Dean?"

"Yeah Sammy."

"Those m-m-men said I was retarded…" Tears streamed down his face. "Do you think I'm retarded D-D-Dean?...I remember at the hospital t-t-they said I was acting like a t-t-ten year old, b-b-but I'm not, I'm older. Is that why those men d-d-didn't like me,

b-b-because I'm retarded?"

TBC