Hi guys, I apologize if this chapter is a bit sucky, it's been a really crappy week. Two of our cats are missing and on Wednesday, about half an hour before I was supposed to go to work, I found out that both of the boys that I nanny for had been rushed to the Emergency Room and one of them ended up needing a spinal tap... not exactly good news.

Thankfully, I have you guys and Jensen (who saw him on Jimmy Kimmel last night? I love that man, also, I've seen SO many commercials for My Bloody Valentine, I seriously want it to be next Friday already, I can't wait to see him on the big screen!) to cheer me up so please review and let me what you thought of the chapter, I hope you enjoy it! Thanks for continuing to read and review, your support really does mean a lot to me! :)


Dean was kneeling beside his brother's form gently running a hand through Sam's chocolate locks and muttering meaningless reassurances when John, Dr. Barkley, and Jim all came running up to the pair. Jim felt his heart drop at the scene that greeted them and the shape the youngest Winchester was in. Sam's bloody and torn jeans were lying lightly on top of him while his shirt, jacket and boxers lied forgotten a few feet away.

A cold and dangerous look appeared on John's face and he growled when he saw that Sam had been found too late. He turned around to face the woods surrounding the group. "Yeah, go run and hide you little pussy! I'm gonna make Hell look like the fucking Hilton, that I promise you!" He screamed at the top of his lungs. This was the second time these demons had managed to get by him and hurt his baby, there wouldn't be a third.

Jim grabbed John's shoulders and shook him slightly. "John, we can get revenge later but right now Sam needs you. He needs you to be his dad, not a revenge seeking killer." Jim said bringing John's attention back to the scene around him. "We need to get Sam back to the house so Steven can take care of him."

John nodded and walked over to where his two sons were. He looked at Dean briefly before scooping Sam up in his arms, the need to get his son to safety giving him the strength to carry the teenager without much trouble. "It's okay kiddo, dad's got ya now." He comforted, more for his sake than Sam's, and headed back towards Jim's house.

Not wanting to let Sam out of his sight, Dean quickly ran after his dad with the rest of the group hurrying after him. With the house in view, Dean charged ahead of his dad and opened the front door for him. He followed as John carried Sam up the stairs and softly laid him on the bed, careful not to jostle Sam's injured body unnecessarily.

Dr. Barkley entered not a moment later and hurried to Sam's side, knowing that time was of the essence for both Sam and the twins.

Sam remained unconscious to the activity buzzing around him.

"I think it would be best if you waited outside." Dr. Barkley ordered knowing that the procedure he had to perform was pretty invasive and not anything Sam's family needed to see.

Dean turned stony-faced. "No, I'm not leaving him." He replied stubbornly.

"Dean," John said placing a hand on his eldest's arm. "Come on," He didn't want to leave either but he knew that they would only be in the way and he didn't want Sam's care compromised because of them. Besides, he'd seen some awful stuff while he was in 'Nam but even he didn't think he could stomach watching his youngest go through a rape kit and he didn't want Dean to see that either.

Dean yanked his arm away from his dad as if he'd been burned by his dad's touch and angrily stalked to the other side of Sam's bed. "No, I'm not leaving Sam alone with him." He said shooting a cold look at the doctor. He might be the one to blame for Sam being raped but they wouldn't be in this situation in the first place if it wasn't for that stupid doctor allowing himself to get possessed Dean thought even though he knew that logic didn't quite work but he needed something or someone to blame and the doctor seemed like a fitting target.

John had had enough of Dean's attitude, it wasn't what they needed right now and while he still didn't completely trust the doctor, he realized that the man was their best and only choice for helping Sam. "Dean Jonathon Winchester, that's enough, living room now!" He ordered feeling a little weird, he hadn't used Dean's full name in years. "Steven is a doctor and knows what he's doing, as soon as he's done, you can come back in but right now, you need to go."

Dean glared at his father before stomping out of the room muttering under his breath, "Can't believe you trust that fucking prick."

John sighed and gave his baby boy one last look before going out into the hall to wait. He wasn't surprised to find Jim and Dean in the hall waiting. He had known that neither of them was going to go far. John was surprised, however, to see his oldest leaning against the wall, his shoulders shaking. "Dean?" He asked walking over to him.

Dean looked up at his dad with red, tear-rimmed eyes. "I should have gotten there sooner dad, oh god… this is my fault. If we hadn't fought this morning then he never would have gone to see Jim and wouldn't have been out there by himself." Dean said so filled with guilt, he didn't care that he was crying openly in front of his dad and Jim. "I'm sorry."

John shook his head, taken back a bit by the emotional state Dean was in, it was a rare sight that his normally care-free and stoic son let anyone see him this upset. He reached forward and gently cupped the back of Dean's neck. "This isn't your fault Dean." He tried.

Dean looked at his dad and shrugged out of his grip. "It is though, I'm his big brother… I'm supposed to protect him and… and it was my fault he wasn't with someone and got attacked." Dean put his fist to his mouth trying to stop the sobs that wanted to break free.

Seeing his son struggling to get a grip on himself, John reached forward and in an uncharacteristic move, pulled Dean in for a hug. Dean squirmed for a few minutes trying to get out of his dad's embrace but eventually settled down enough to cry on his dad's shoulder. "Don't blame yourself Dean, you found him okay… you stopped that demon from doing anything else alright? Hell, you realized he was in trouble before anyone else did… If you want to blame someone, blame that hell spawn or blame me but please son, don't blame yourself."

Dean stepped back from his dad. "It's more my fault than any other person here." He replied quietly. His dad hadn't been the one who had yelled at his currently emotionally vulnerable little brother and made him run-off without any sort of protection.

"It's not yours either." John responded. "Dean, this is a parent's worst nightmare… you two boys, it's my job to protect you from anything and everything… having my youngest be knocked up and raped shows just how good I'm doing at it and for that I owe you two boys a lifetime of apologies."

Dean was about to respond when the door opened and Steven came out looking rather solemn.

"How is he?" John asked worriedly.

Steven shook his head, he was a parent too and this was the situation no parent ever wanted to be in. "He needs treatment. The rape was brutal and caused intense tearing in his anal cavity. In order to prevent an infection and excess bleeding, I'm going to have go in and stitch the tears up. As you guys are already aware, Sam's got a slight fever which I am going to be keeping a very close eye on over the next couple days." He relayed. "If he were to get an infection that would be the first sign."

John's jaw was clenched shut as he looked at the closed door. He didn't need to look at Dean to know he wasn't the only one in the mood for blood right now. He had never wanted to kill something as badly as he did right then, not even the monster that had taken his Mary away from him although it was a close second. "When…" He stopped and coughed into his fist, trying to calm himself down. "When are you going to do it?" He asked. "The surgery, I mean."

"The sooner, the better." Steven answered. "I think it would probably be a good idea if one of you was in there with him."

Dean looked at his dad who nodded. "Is he conscious?" Dean asked.

"Not right now, no." Steven replied sympathetically.

"What about the twins?" Jim asked after a couple minutes of silence.

Dean looked at the pastor incredulously. "Who cares about those… those freaks?" He replied.

Steven turned to face Dean with a serious look on his face. "It's actually very important that the twins are healthy. If one or both of them were to die, it could cause Sam to have a miscarriage but since he doesn't have a birthing canal there would be no way for his body to expel them. As a result, they could very well poison your brother and make him very sick and possibly kill him." He explained. "So to answer Jim's question, at the moment they seem to be doing alright but they could very easily slip into distress from the trauma of the rape so for the next week at least, I'm going to order strict bed-rest for Sam. It will help give both him and the babies time to heal." He said even though he realized Sam's healing time would be a lot longer. "Physically that is."

Everyone nodded agreeing that it would probably take a while for Sam to come to terms with what had happened.

"You said Sam was unconscious, when do you think he'll wake up?" Dean asked breaking the momentary silence.

"He's more than just unconscious Dean, I think Sam has decided that he's taken all he can and has more than likely found a safe place to hide until he feels better or at least safer." Steven answered.

"So it's up to him?" Dean asked.

"In a way yes, you… all of you can possibly help bring him out of it quicker by talking to him. It's important that he knows he's not alone right now." John nodded before switching topics.

"Do you have everything you need?" He asked getting back to the situation at hand.

"I believe so, yes." Steven replied.

John nodded. "Dean, you um… you go stay with your brother." He instructed.

"What are you gonna do?" Dean asked even though he had no objection to that order. He had no plans to let Sam out of his sight anytime soon.

"Call Caleb, see what else he knows." John answered before disappearing down the stairs.

Dean sighed and stood there for a moment, his hand hovering over the doorknob. Jim walked up and placed a caring hand on Dean's back and gave him a small smile.

Dean looked at his family friend for a moment and tried to smile back before pushing the door open and walking over to his brother's bed. With the blanket covering him, Sam looked physically okay. There were no bruises or cuts marring his brother's tan skin but Dean realized that his brother's injuries went a lot, lot deeper and were going to take way more than an icepack to heal them.

~DW/SW~

Dean glanced up when the door opened a couple minutes later and Dr. Barkley walked in. "So, ah… how do we do this?" Dean asked deciding to be civil to the man, at least for the moment.

"It's actually going to be a bit more difficult because he's unconscious but you just sit with him and talk and I'll take care of the rest." He instructed as he set the necessary tools up.

"What the hell are you doing?" Dean asked protectively when Steven pulled the sheet that was covering his brother's lower half down.

"It would be a little hard to stitch him up with the covers over him. I promise Dean, I'm a professional okay." Dr. Barkley said trying to placate the brother and gave him what he hoped came across as a friendly and non-threatening smile.

Dean nodded and nervously chewed his lip for a moment before walking over to the desk in the corner of the room and grabbing the chair. Picking it up, he walked over and placed it by the side of the bed. He glanced over and saw that the doctor had started so he leaned forward a little and gently picked Sam's hand up in his, running his thumb over the back of it. He smiled a little when he thought about the last time he'd held his brother's hand. Sam had just turned seven and insisted that he was no longer a baby and since he was a big first grader who knew how to read, that meant he didn't need to hold hands either. Dean had nodded and just laughed at his brother's reasoning back then, the kid was anything if not stubborn. Looking down at his brother, Dean hoped Sam still had that stubborn streak in him.

"Hey kiddo… the doc, Steven, he said that you went somewhere safe for a little while… till you could sort things through and um, well… Sammy… dad and I and Jim and Caleb and Bobby… and even the doc, we're all gonna be right here okay… whenever you decide that you've had enough beauty rest, we'll be here." Dean said as tears gathered in the corners of his eyes and he quickly used his free hand to wipe them away. "I know I said some really awful stuff to you earlier and I'm so sorry Sam… I didn't mean a word I said. It's just that well, I… I can't stand seeing you suffer and knowing there's nothing I can do about it but ah… that doesn't give me the right to treat you like that so please wake up Sam, please… we need you to." Dean dropped his head and began to cry. "I need to make this up to you." He whispered.

~DW/SW~

Dr. Barkley had finished stitching Sam up a while ago and now Dean was sitting alone with his brother. He didn't know what more to say, what more could he say? He sighed and wiped a hand over his face as he looked at his brother's still form whispering, "I'm sorry," again. It seemed like every time he left his brother's side, something bad happened to him. It wasn't that he thought Sam was incapable of taking care of himself, he knew how strong and smart Sam was… had seen him take down quite a few nasty creatures but this… this was different. His brother was pregnant and responsible for two other lives, whether they liked it or not, and it made Dean wonder if Sam was in this much danger already, what would it be like when Sam was all swollen and almost ready to give birth? He shuddered a bit at that last thought when it occurred to him that Dr. Barkley had said that Sam didn't have a birthing canal so then what, would a C-section be required. He didn't like the idea of someone cutting his brother open but then again, the alternative was watching his brother push these two babies out which he thought would be a rather unpleasant experience for everyone involved. This is such a fucked up situation he thought not realizing that there was still the potential for more heartache and disaster.

~DW/SW~

Two days had passed since the attack and the atmosphere in the house was tense and strained as everyone tried to come to grips with what had happened knowing they'd have to go through it all over again when Sam woke up. Dean knew there was something his dad wasn't telling him, he could see it clearly written on the older man's face and the way he avoided eye contact but he wasn't sure if he wanted to be told. Because honestly what could be worse than his brother being pregnant and raped. He didn't think there was anything worse.

~DW/SW~

"You have to talk to him John." Jim said as he and John sat at the kitchen table one early morning while the rest of the house was still sleeping.

"I know… it's just, how… after what happened Jim, I didn't think it could get any worse." John replied.

"He needs to know John. We all know Dean isn't going to be leaving Sam's side anytime soon and if he's going to be Sam's main caretaker and protector, then he needs to know this." Jim argued.

John sighed tiredly and nodded. "How did this happen Jim? Did I really get that blind that I didn't even realize I'd put my boys in that kind of danger?" He asked.

"You can't be expected to predict everything John, the important thing is that you're here now and no one doubts how much you love your sons. You made a mistake but it doesn't mean you wanted this to happen." Jim comforted.

John looked away. "Mary would so kick my ass right now. Those two boys… they were her babies, she… she loved them more than anything and she'd kill me for the way I've raised them… for what I've let happen to them." He said quietly.

"You raised two fine young men John. Any parent would be proud to have Sam and Dean as their sons, they're both smart, kind, loyal, and have a good sense of humor… now you get to help Sam raise his kids." Jim replied trying to find the good in this currently rotten beyond belief situation.

John turned to look at Jim. "Jim, his twins came from a demon…" Jim cut John off.

"No, they didn't, not as far as we know. You did the exorcism John and nothing happened so as far as we know, those two babies Sam's carrying are all him." He said.

John shook his head. "But the competition… it has to mean something right?"

"What competition?" John turned around when he saw Dean standing by the kitchen doorway.

Shit! He thought. He really didn't want to have this conversation. "How's Sam?" John asked ignoring Dean's question.

"Steven's looking him over right now." Dean answered walking over to the table. Seeing how gentle the man was with Sam, especially in the aftermath of the rape, Dean had started to come around and think that maybe the guy wasn't all bad. "Dad, what competition, what are you guys talking about?" He asked concerned.

John looked as if he was going to try and evade the question when he caught his friend's glare and decided to come out with the truth. "Why don't you have a seat son, there's um… there's something we need to talk about." He answered.

Dean looked cautiously between his dad and Pastor Jim before taking a seat at the table. "What is it?" He asked. "Dad, come on, you're scaring me, tell me what's going on." He said when his question went unanswered.

"You know the other day when um, when I told you to find him fast?" John started.

Dean nodded. He doubted he'd ever forget that day, no matter how hard he wanted to. "What… what about it?"

"Caleb called me just before I'd called you to let me know how their hunt was going…" This was almost as bad as when he'd had to explain to his four year old that mommy wasn't coming back and it wasn't because she didn't love him anymore.

"What did he say?" Dean asked feeling like his heart was caught in his throat. Normally his dad just cut to the chase, for him to be beating around the bush like this, Dean knew it was something bad… something very bad.

"He said… he said that he and Bobby had found out that there was some sort of competition going on… with a group of demons. They haven't quite figured out what the prize is yet but he said that it definitely has to do with Sam and the fact that he's pregnant." John explained.

"What the hell do these bastards want with him?" Dean asked obviously and unsurprisingly pissed off.

"I don't know, they haven't figured that out yet but they know it's bad, Dean… Caleb thinks more demons are going to come after Sam and the twins." He said.

"Over my dead body." Dean gritted his teeth. "If any one of those perverted little fuckers thinks that I'm just going to let them come after him and do what they want just to win some stupid prize, they've got another thing coming." And with that, Dean stormed up the stairs.

"Well that went well." John said sarcastically.

"What did you expect John?" Jim asked as they both looked up towards the stairs.

~DW/SW~

Steven looked up when the door swung open and Dean came stomping in, he wasn't surprised when Dean took up his normal post by Sam's bed side. "So, what's the verdict doc?" Dean asked trying to not let too much anger seep into his voice.

Steven peeled off his gloves and lowered the blanket back down. "He looks like he's healing okay, there's no sign of infection and both twins seem to be holding their own for the moment." He answered.

Dean nodded and was quiet as the doctor packed up his medical supplies and put them in the cupboard near the bed for easy access. He was caught off-guard when Dean began speaking again, normally the young man said as little to him as possible. "Earlier, you mentioned that Sam doesn't have a… a you know…" He drifted off not wanting to say the actual word.

"You mean a birthing canal?" Dr. Barkley asked smirking a little.

Dean nodded. "Yeah, so then how exactly are the twins going to come out?" He asked.

"I would do a c-section." Dr. Barkley replied.

Dean looked at his brother and chewed his lip. "Is it going to hurt?" He asked.

Dr. Barkley saw the concern etched on the older brother's face and pulled up a chair beside Dean. "Sam is going to experience some early contractions and even those can be quite painful so yes though it won't be as bad as if he were having a natural birth."

"Does he have to?" Dean asked. "Have the contractions, I mean?"

"I'm afraid so, we want to keep the babies inside the womb for as long as possible, if I performed it too early, they might not survive." He explained.

"And that would be a bad thing?" Dean asked glancing at the doctor.

Dr. Barkley thought for a moment about how to respond to that. He wanted to change Sam's family's opinion that what Sam had inside him was an abomination but the temperaments of Sam's family often left him feeling like he'd rather keep his mouth shut. "Dean, have you heard about the nurture vs. nature debate?" He asked after a moment feeling like this was something that he couldn't keep quiet about any longer.

Dean turned to look at him. "Isn't that used a lot with rape victims who get pregnant?" Dean asked before realizing that this could apply to his brother now.

"Yes, it is… I know you and your dad think that Sam has something evil inside him." He started.

"This was started by a demon." Dean argued. "Demon's are evil, their spawn are too."

"How can you be so sure about that? That the twins your brother is carrying are evil too, what if they're more like him… are they evil then?" He asked. "What about the kids who are products of rapes, do all of them grow up to be violent rapists?"

Dean looked at his brother and reached out to gently push Sam's bangs to the side and shook his head. There wasn't an evil bone in his brother's body, of that, he was positive. Sam was the smartest, kindest, most loyal person he knew… there was no way his brother was evil, no way.

"Dean, this is already hard on Sam… and it's going to get harder now that he was raped but don't you think it would be a little easier for him to accept if his family accepted him and what happened as well?" Dr. Barkley asked knowing he was on thin ice here. "He needs your support more now than ever, if you guys act like he's got evil inside him, chances are he'll start to believe that and it'll make moving on from this that much harder for him but if he knows that he has a chance, that his twins have a chance and may not be like their other parent, it might give him some hope that this could actually turn out alright." He concluded.

Dean looked back at his brother and after several minutes, he nodded coming to a conclusion. He couldn't turn back the hands of time and change what had happened but he could change the way his brother viewed his future and he could give him hope, of that he knew for sure. He owed him that.


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