Disclaimer: Hahahahahaha, oh, if only, if only...
This story is COMPLETELY AU. It's actually based off a manga I read recently. Sam and Dean are not related. This is NOT wincest.
This chapter is a little shorter, but a LOT happens. it was kinda intense for me to write...
Dean is 20, Sam is 14
Enjoy chapter seven!
Dean jumped out of the impala as he pulled up to the hospital. Police had the entrances covered and were keeping the growing crowd of spectators back.
Dean felt his stomach drop as he looked at the building. Windows were broken, sparks were flying, no doubt from broken lights. Inside, Dean could hear the men talking, attacking and raping some of the patients.
Sam! He tried to listen, see if he could hear Sam speaking... screaming... whimpering... anything! But there was too much noise. Even if Sam was speaking, Dean wouldn't be able to pick him out of the din.
He let his Hunter side loose as he quickly pushed his way through the crowd. I thought he would be safe here...! I swear, I thought he'd be safe!
Whatever the police were using to keep the crowds back did nothing to stop Dean. He shoved his way through, ignoring the officer trying to stop him.
"Sir, please step back! We'll handle - "
Dean turned and glared at him, his eyes flashing dangerously in the night. "Try to stop me, Common," Dean growled, his face seeming to morph into something beastly. "I dare you."
Without waiting for a response, Dean ran into the hospital with his inhuman speed. The officers instinctively gave him a wide berth. The officer Dean had growled at stood there almost paralyzed with fear. He didn't snap out of it until some of the crowd tried to get closer for a better look. Then he resumed his duty, trying to forget the face he just saw.
As he got deeper into the hospital, he saw men packing up the medical supplies, terrorizing the nurses and doctors, but Dean ignored him all. He had to find Sam.
"SAM!" Dean yelled. He started checking out each individual room. Most were empty, but he occasionally found a terrified patient curled up in their bed. His search only served to terrify them further but he couldn't worry about that.
When he got to the second pediatric ward, he found one of the men orally raping a young girl. Disgusted, Dean grabbed the man and threw him against the wall. The force created a six-foot dent in the wall and rendered the man unconscious.
He looked over at the Common girl, but when she saw him, she screamed and backed away from. "Please don't hurt me!" she shrieked.
Dean angrily sighed and left the room, continuing his search. You're welcome, he thought bitterly.
That's when he heard it. It was screechy and desperate, the sound of a creature who has nothing left. The mere sound of it shot an arrow through Dean's chest.
"DEAN!"
Turning in his place, he ran toward the scream, arriving at the door in a manner of seconds.
He had heard of the term 'seeing red' before. But he never before thought that it was literal.
Rivel was pounding himself into Sam fast and violently. Sam sobbed and screamed, no longer capable of any intelligent sounds. Sam recognized the feeling of being ripped into two, the feeling of being punched from the inside. The sensations were ripping themselves into Sam's mind... and all he could do was scream.
Suddenly, Rivel disappeared. The intrusion and weight of his body gone, Sam curled his legs together, his wrists still restrained, and sobbed heavily. He thought he'd never have to do anything like that ever again once Kal had been killed. It never occurred to him that the Commons would do that sort of thing as well.
Kill me... Sam silently begged Rivel, his eyes squeezed shut. Please, just kill me...
Behind his closed lids, he saw a figure approach to stand over him. He whimpered pathetically and cringed away. I don't want to live like this... please... somebody kill me!
"Hey, shh... shh... it's okay. It's me, Dean."
Sam's eyes snapped open at the voice. His vision was blurry with tears, but he could still make out who's face it was. "D-Dean..."
Dean forced a smile for Sam's sake. He couldn't really believe that look of sheer relief and joy on the Common's face was really his doing, but at least Sam knew it was him.
He pulled a blanket over Sam's exposed body before undoing the restraints. It was difficult; his body was still shaking from residual rage. Finally, he just ripped the restraints off.
Sam rubbed his wrists as they were released, trying to rub the faint pain away. He looked back up at Dean warily. "You're... really here...?"
"We'll talk later," Dean said. "We need to get outta here. Can you stand?"
Sam just stared blankly at Dean. It was all happening too fast. Was this really real?
Dean grabbed Sam's shoulders and shook him. "Hey! Don't go spacey on me now!" He looked out the door, listening to what was going on. "We should be able to leave out the back without too much interference." He looked back at Sam. "Can you walk?"
Instead of answering, Sam tried to tentatively step off the bed and stand. Standing wasn't a problem, but as soon as he took his first step, pain shot up insides. He would have collapsed on the floor of Dean had not caught him. He cringed back while muttering an apology.
"It's okay," Dean said quietly. Without asking permission, he wrapped a blanket around Sam and picked him up, holding him to his chest. While the kid was tall, he was also skinny, making it relatively easy to hold him. "We'll probably get outta here faster like this anyway."
Making sure Sam didn't see the bloody mess that was Rivel, Dean exited the room and quickly headed toward an exit in the back of the building. Thankfully, his speed meant that even if someone saw them, they wouldn't be able to identify them.
As childish as it made Sam feel, he was enjoying huddling into the Hunter's chest. The warm body and arms were slowly getting rid of the chill in Sam's body. Sam clenched his eyes shut and burrowed himself in Dean's chest. It was probably the safest he's ever felt.
Dean held on to Sam tightly as he ran out of the hospital. A protective instinct was taking over, cradling the Common close to his chest. I swear, Sam. I won't let anything or anyone hurt you ever again!
Thankfully, all the Commons' attention was on the hospital, so no one took notice of the Hunter as he placed his precious cargo in the back seat and quickly got into the driver's seat to drive away.
It was a quick drive back to the motel. Dean's Hunter senses and reflexes made it easy to quickly weave his way through traffic without causing an accident.
When they arrived at the motel, Dean made quick work of carrying Sam from the impala to his room, not wanting to raise suspicions from anyone who might happen to walk by.
He gently placed Sam on the bed before making sure the door was locked and the curtains were closed. Then he flicked the lights on, which buzzed and fluctuated before steadying to a dull yellow glow.
Sam lay limply on his side, staring up at Dean with wide, wet eyes. His eyes tracked Dean as the Hunter grabbed a chair and dragged it to the bedside. Now that everything had calmed down, Sam found himself detached from whatever world this was. Somehow, though, watching Dean kept himself grounded by a thread. However, conscious thought was beyond his current capabilities.
Dean watched Sam as he sat down, a look of worry and sadness on his face. He had no idea what to do. Sam was just staring at him, his body limp and in the same position Dean had set him down in. For some reason, Sam's staring didn't disturb Dean. Instead, it made Dean feel... well, he didn't know how it made him feel. He leaned forward and gently wiped Sam's sweaty bangs out of his face. He continued to stroke the child's hair; it brought a sense of calm to Dean.
"I don't know what it is about you," Dean said quietly. "At first you were just like every other Common victim. I pitied you, but knew my duty; knew what I had to do." Dean's eyes started to feel warm and prickly, his voice starting to crack.
"But you... You..." Dean laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. "In the few days that you were with me, you saw me. You asked if I was lonely." Dean gave a breathy laugh, his eyes filling with hot liquid. "And I scoffed at the question... I'm a Hunter, so what does it matter?"
Tears started to fall down the side of Sam's still face, creating little watery paths over the bridge of his nose and down across his temple. He swallowed compulsively, his breathes becoming shaky.
Dean smiled sadly as he wiped Sam's tears away, Sam's gaze never wavering. "When I left you at the hospital, I thought I was doing the right thing. I thought you were safe. You were supposed to be safe." Dean closed his eyes and bowed his head guiltily. When he pulled Rivel off Sam, he didn't even know what he was doing. He just hurt Rivel as badly and quickly as he could.
"And now we're here. Together, like this." He knew tears were falling down his face, but he didn't care. "And, Sam? I'm never leaving you anywhere ever again. You're staying with me, 'cause you know what? I am lonely. And so are you. So I guess we need each other, don't we?"
Sam's breathing hitched as he continued to look at Dean, tears streaming down the side of his face. Dean had his hand placed on Sam's neck, cupping the bottom of his face as he thumbed the tears away. Finally, Sam slowly lifted his own hand. It trembled badly as it gently laid over Dean's hand. "Safe... now...?" Sam croaked.
Dean turned his hand to grip Sam's. The frail appendage was sweaty and still trembling, so Dean squeezed it firmly in a gesture of comfort. "Yeah. You're safe now."
Sam fell asleep soon after that. Considering the day he's had, Dean was certainly not surprised. Hell, Dean felt like crap. His emotions have been all over the place all day. It had been an intense day for both of them.
But Dean couldn't sleep. He just couldn't. He just couldn't pull himself away from Sam's bedside. He still gripped Sam's limp hand in his. He wasn't sure why he didn't just let go; it's not like Sam was aware of it. But he didn't let go. He couldn't.
Dean had no idea if he had made the right decision in letting Sam stay with him, but he didn't care. Dean had tried to keep himself away from Sam, both emotionally and physically and it hadn't worked. He didn't know what the deal with this kid was, but he didn't care any more. He was going to care for the child. Sam was going to stay by his side, no matter what.
Dean was broken out of his reverie by his cellphone, which started to vibrate in his pocket. Frowning, he pulled it out with his free hand and answered it. "This is Dean."
"Mr. Winchester," a cold voice on the other end sneered. "Are you aware that three more Commons have been killed in Athens, Tennessee?"
Dean's eyes widened at the voice and his back straightened instinctively. "Prolocutor, I - "
"Just answer the question, Mr. Winchester," the man said impatiently.
Dean bit his lip as he quickly looked down at Sam, who was still out for the count. With everything that's happened with Sam, Dean was days behind where he should be. He couldn't exactly just explain the situation. There was no way the Association would approve of him caring for a Common child.
"Alright..." the prolocutor said, obviously annoyed. "Then if you can't answer that question, then perhaps you can answer this one. Why are you not at your assigned hunt?"
Dean swallowed hard. He really hadn't thought through how he was going to deal with the Association in terms of Sam yet. What was he supposed to say? "I just got a little behind..."
"Are you injured?"
"No, but - "
"Are you having car issues? That piece of junk is a bit outdated at this point so I wouldn't be surprised."
"The impala's fine," Dean ground out. "I just got a little sidetracked. I'll be in Athens by tomorrow, I promise."
There was a moment of silence on the other end. "Very well. But you better not have been doing anything inappropriate, Mr. Winchester. You're a fine Hunter. I wouldn't want to put you through Reclamation."
Dean's heart nearly stopped at the mention of it. "Don't worry, Prolocutor. That will... in no way... be necessary."
There was a huff of approval at the other end. "Good."
A sharp click marked the end of their conversation. Dean slowly brought the phone down from his ear and eased it shut with shaking hands.
He was sweating. He wiped his forehead off and took a deep breath. He'd have to be careful. If a prolocutor called him, that meant he was being suspected of indiscretion. If the Association sent out a representative to check up on him, it would mean disaster for both himself and Sam.
He rubbed a hand over his face as he looked back down at Sam. The kid was sleeping so peacefully, totally unaware of the world of Hunters. If Dean wanted to protect Sam, he was going to have to think of something that would either convince the Association to accept Sam as Dean's to care for, or think of a way to hide Sam from the Association and its representatives.
Hmm... the Association is going to create a problem for our new duo, isn't it? *evil grin*
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