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So here's the new chapter. I won't be able to write anything for the next six days, so the update might take a little longer than usually, but it's NOT because I've forgotten the story…
Warning: May contain spoilers, but nothing particularly, language, and abuse/violence.
Disclaimer: I still don't own anything apart from the idea, though I'd wish I did.
Daddy Won't Hurt You!
"Where did you get that?" the demon asked.
"Nowhere special… I've been waiting for this for a long time you know," the man said.
Dean frowned by the voice, and he could here the sobs from behind had stopped too, instead there was coming a trembling from Sam's chair to Dean's, Dean knew why everything had changed so suddenly, the voice they had just heard could only belong to one person…
The voice belonged to John Winchester…
Chapter 7: I Could Never Hate Him.
"Are you coming to save your sons?" The demon asked, and you could hear he was nervous, apparently because of the gun.
"My s… Well hello there Dean, and isn't that little Sammy, I didn't expected you to be here, but now when you are, I think we should have some fun, a little father son quality time, huh?"
Dean didn't answer, he knew exactly what John meant by "having some fun" and "quality time" and by the smile John was given him, it was definitely going to be bad. He could feel the chairs slightly tremble, and was aware of Sam's small sobs. Sam might not be able to see John from the position he was sitting in, but just the knowing he was there was bad enough.
"But first daddy will have to take care of the demon," John was now looking at the demon again, as he raised the gun which made the demon jump back.
"Now take it easy Johnny-boy, what about we make a deal, you get the boys I get away?" Dean was confused by the reaction of the demon. Why would he want to be there when their dad came, and then John has a gun and the demon is afraid? Couldn't he see it coming, even Dean would have thought about it, and he didn't know where the hell his father would've been able to get a gun.
"Or I could just shoot you now, and get the boys."
"You could always miss," the demon jump to his right, like he was actually avoiding a shot.
"Or I couldn't!" John said, and nobody got to answer before a gunshot was heard, and the demon fell to the floor. Dean just got to see the demon lightning up, like there was thunder going on inside of him, and then there was nothing except the small sobs still coming from Sam.
Dean slowly looked up to see John who was smiling at the dead body, and then turned his attention to Dean.
"Don't look at me like that boy! And by the way it was a demon, the demon who killed you mother."
Dean was surprised that John actually knew about demons, and that it had killed his mom.
"I know," Dean tried not to make it sound as if he was snarling.
"Then you know why I had to kill it, and boy have happy I am to see you boys again, we got a lot to talk about," John was moving over to the dead body and dragged it out to the corridor and came back.
"Now let me look at you two, God you've grown, my two handsome sons," John first looked at Dean, then he moved around to look at Sam, and Dean could feel Sam's head touching his as he desperately tried to moved away from John.
"DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH HIM!!" Dean yelled as Sam was now whimpering.
"Oh, don't you tell me what to do, I have my reasons for doing what I do now, and Sam is going to pay, but I guess I owe you an apology Dean, I'm sorry for hurting you all those years, I should have known it was all Sam's fault." John pulled a third chair over to the boys, and sat on Dean's left, and Sam's right side, so he could see both of them.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"I guess I'd better start from the beginning… After you left I was planning on following you, but before I got the change I fainted on the street, thanks to you Dean, the next thing I remember was waking up at this man called Bobby. I had fainted just outside his house and he had taken me inside. He insisted on getting me to a hospital, but I refused, you know why, in my condition it might have been a bad idea.
As I stayed there we got to talk about our pasts, I told him about Mary, but I never mentioned you, I mean if he knew, he might have thrown me out right there. But as I told how she died he got more curious, and it shows he's what they call a hunter, he hunt evil you see," John paused to check on his boys who were both quite, but only Dean was looking at him.
"What do mean by evil?"
"Evil like demons, ghost, werewolf, vampires, whatever, you name it… Well, I never told either of you, but the night I got Sam from he's crib I saw Mary on the ceiling, bleeding from her belly, and a fire consuming her. He told me about this demon who killed like that. Of course I didn't believe him at first, but then he showed me other cases of women dying like that, and he took me one a case with a simple spirit, salt-'n'-burn, case, and after that he showed me everything you should know as a hunter…"
Dean was listening, but he was confused like hell, if it wasn't because he had seen the demon right in front of him, he wouldn't believe a word from the drunk… And that was when Dean noticed John didn't smell like alcohol, or anything related.
"You're sober?" Dean suddenly spat out.
"What, yeah well, Bobby helped me with that too. Too bad he doesn't know the real me," John smirked, and then continued.
"I decided to hunt the demon and kill it in revenge, but you see demons can't get killed like that, you can exorcise it, but only the Colt," John showed the gun he had just use to kill the demon with, "can actually kill it. It took some time to find it, but here it is, and I just killed the worst creature ever excited, sorry man but I feel a little proud of myself," Dean flinched by that statement, he's own father, who had never been proud of either him or Sam, was now sitting an feeling proud of himself. Dean could have killed him right there if it wasn't because he was tight to a chair and Sam was sitting behind him.
"But while hunting this demon, I never forgot about you, and I was planning on hunting you two down when I had killed it, but it seems like it the demon was planning on getting me here, I don't know why it wanted me here, but I can tell you the major reason I want to be here," John was walking out to the corridors, and Dean was now more confused than ever. Why did he leave when he wanted to tell why he would be there?
Dean didn't want to think about it right now, if he was leaving it would be great, but he was pretty sure he would be back, so he once again tried to get loose of the ropes.
"Sammy you okay?" He asked while yanking in the ropes.
"Yeah, I'm okay… But De' is-is he coming back?" Sam asked in a very small and fearful voice.
"I don't know Sammy, but I'm not letting him hurt you, not even touch you okay? I just have to get these ropes off and we'll be free, it's gonna be okay," Dean doubted the last one, Sam wasn't even healed from the first time they had been with John, and now they had been tight to chairs, by a demon, and John was suddenly coming to make it all "better", the okay part was laying far into the future.
"Dean are you trying to ruin all the fun? We ain't started yet, and you're trying to run, now let me tell you something, I don't think you're gonna like it, it's about you baby brother," John was coming in with a big duffel back and planted it on the table, then moved over to Dean.
"You see the day you're mother died, that demon was in Sammy's nursery. He was trying to get Sam, but Mary was there too, and because we had Sam, Mary died… If he had NEVER been born, you would still have a mother, and I would have a wife, and we could have a happily ever after, that's why I'm apologising to you," he paused, moved over to the duffel back, got a knife and moved back to Dean.
"So he's gonna pay, what do you think about that, boy?"
"You think I could hate Sam for that? He was six month old! It could NEVER be his fault! I could never hate him!" Dean needed to get his out both for himself, John and especially Sam, if John got the change to convince Sam, Sam would not only blame himself for letting Dean taking all the beatings, but also for killing their mother, and Dean couldn't have that, it would never be Sam's fault.
"Now don't be a fool, deepest down you know it's his fault," Dean hated the way John talked about Sam, not just what he was saying, but he was talking to Dean when Sam was right there.
"NO! Never, it could never be his fault, you hear me!" Dean was rocking from side to side in his chair.
Come on Dean, get this fuckin' ropes off, it's Sam we're talking about here! Dean thought as John moved around him, still with the knife in his hands.
"Now, Sam, it's your turn, but don't you think we should let Dean watch, after all those time you just watched Dean getting beaten up and didn't do anything, and it was actually you're fault, I think he would like to watch you finally get the punishment you should have gotten from the start."
"No… No, please," Sam was whispering from behind Dean, and then a slap was heard, followed by a whimper.
"Stop it! You don't hurt him, you hear me! I'll kill you!" Dean yelled.
"I really doubt that, remember last time, you couldn't Dean, you're just too weak to do it," another slap was heard, and Sam was sobbing, probably not because of the hurt, but because he felt weak for not saying anything.
"Why the fuck did you do that, it should be me, you just said I was weak!" Dean tried to get John's attention away from Sam.
"Well yeah, but I think I've hurt you enough, besides, it's all Sam's fault, you could have been tougher if it wasn't because of him, so he deserved it," and again a slap could be heard.
"Please, I'll be good," Sam pleaded.
"You know Sam, you should take this as a man, you let Dean getting beaten for you're mistakes, in all those years, and now you're begging me to stop? That's just pathetic, but on the other side, I think this is going to be so much fun," John grinned.
"Sammy don't listen to him, his lying, it's not you're fault any of this, you hear me?"
"Dean you're almost as pathetic as Sam, trying to make it all okay, playing the protector. He has to grow up some time Dean, face the world, see it through his own eyes, and stand on his own, and now is the time."
"Sammy don't listen, I mean what I say, it is NOT your fault," Dean was hoping he could get through to Sam, but the response clearly showed he wasn't.
"I'm sorry Dean." Dean could here Sam crying.
"You've got nothing to be sorry for Sammy."
"Oh you're cute, but now we've got work to do, so listen carefully to me now, I'm gonna cut you free Dean, and you're gonna hand chief yourself to the pillar over there," Dean could see what John meant. The pillar was standing in the corner of the room; Dean had never known what it was there, but he could see why he should be on that corner, it was the only one with no windows around.
"And what if I don't?" Dean said mostly because he wanted to know the consequences.
"I'll kill Sam," he could feel Sam shifter behind, and he could just imagine the knife against Sam's throat.
"Okay."
Dean was cut loose, got handcuffs and did exactly as he was told, though he only locked one of his hands to the pillar, so he could reach out if anything should happen, Dean actually thought it sounded stupid, he knew what was gonna happen, and that he couldn't do anything about anyway, but it was better than lock both his hands around the pillar, so he would stand like he was hugging it.
When he was done, John moved the chair Dean had been sitting in and turned Sam's around. Dean could see the tears in Sam's eyes, and tried to get eye contact so he could tell Sam it was not his fault, and that he would get them out of this.
"Now let the fun begin," John said as he took the knife and cut Sam's shirt off, then he went to the back and pulled several different weapons out.
Dean's eyes widened as he saw them, and he could see Sam's fear as he eyed them too. John moved back with a simple knife, to start with.
"What are you gonna do with that?" Dean's eyes never left the knife as John spoke.
"Make you a sandwich, what do you think?" John said as he moved it down to Sam's chest.
"No, no, please don't, I'll be good I promise, just please," Sam pleaded before the knife cut through he skin, and the pleading was replaced with a scream of pain.
Run away and hide in Siberia q: Okay, I think this was a little slow, but I'm planning on much more Hurt!Brothers (okay mostly Hurt!Sam, but by that it hurts Dean too) in the next chapter;)
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