Ok I hope reading in the view of Dean was at least fairly decent. I know some of you might have questions, don't worry, they will be answered. I will now attempt Sam. I hope this doesn't end in disaster.

SAM POV

I looked at him in shock. This wasn't going as well as I would've hoped. I mean, I knew it wouldn't be a walk in the park, but still. His eyes always were the doors to knowing his emotions, and I have always been able to name them pretty well. His eyes at the moment showed so many different emotions, it was hard to tell which were which and which ones were really there. I have never seen him like this before. And before I knew it, he was yelling at me.

" Why do you care so much? I don't think it's that big of a deal!" I couldn't help it, those words were really getting on my last damn nerve. Because they weren't true.

" STOP saying that! It-"

" WHY?! Its true, I don't care-"

"Well I DO!" those three words were what began to calm him down, I could see it. He shut his mouth, which was open for him to argue again, he stiffened slightly, and his eyes now only showed one emotion. Confusion. He opened his mouth, but quickly shut it again. He started shaking, and I knew his breaking point would be soon. I knew he realized it too, because he tried to stop shaking, he bit his bottom lip so hard, I noticed blood. He was still trying in vain to stop shaking, so he kept his mouth shut to bite his lip. I spoke up again, quieter, softer, hoping it would break him. Terrible thought, I knew, but when he broke, he let it all out, including the truth. So if I broke him now, he would let it all out, even if he didn't want to. But that was what threw me off: he wanted to tell me, that I was for sure of, but it seemed that he felt like he couldn't.

" Listen, Dean, I do care. I don't know why you wouldn't, and I don't know why you think you can't tell me, but you can. " he didn't budge, not just yet. I was about to start speaking again, when surprisingly, he did.

" I can't tell you," he whispered, his voice broken, and hoarse from screaming.

" Yes, you can," I said, this wasn't right. HE could tell me anything, he knew that, right?

" No, you don't get it," his voice was breaking more and more with each word. He was shaking his head, as if it would help me understand. It didn't.

" Yes, I thi-"

" NO!," he screamed, and it actually caused me to jump. This was not what I was expecting.

" You really don't get it! I want to tell you, I do, honest. But. I. Can't." he emphasized the last three words.

" Why not?"

He simply shook his head, backed up slowly.

Back towards the door.

I ran as soon as he bolted, opening the door and trying to shut it behind him, trying to get as much space in between me and him as soon as possible. I caught up with him pretty quick, though, long legs and all. As soon as I touched him broke. Falling to his knees besides the car. Head shaking in his hands, as if trying to block me out. Like that would happen. I picked him up, and quickly brought him back to our room. Shutting the door, I turn back to him. He was up against the corner, knees puled up to his chest and head still in his hands, still shaking back and forth. I kneeled in front of him. I tried putting my hands on his shoulders, but he wouldn't stop jerking away from my touch, backing away more and more into the corner; a feat a I wouldn't have thought possible. He was mumbling under his breath, to himself or to me I couldn't tell. I leaned closer to try to attempt to hear him, but I could only make out so many words. The words I heard though, set me on edge. Half Pissed, and half Lethal.

" I can't tell... He said not to... terrible things...terrible things would happen...he said not to tell...I want to tell...but he...and I...can't" I just stared at him in shock. Someone was threatening him? I don't fucking think so. I mentally growled. He was still mumbling when I grabbed my phone. I really didn't want to do this. I really didn't want to call John. Not at all. I let out a bitter chuckle when I realized that this entire time, I have either called him John, or thought of him as John. No longer father, or dad.

Dean hadn't stopped shaking at all, but the mumbling had decreased slightly. I took that as a good sign, but not good enough for me to call...him. He might know if something had happened on the last hunt either they were on, or one Dean had gone on alone. I mentally cringed at that. The thought of Dean hunting alone, and ending up injured. I was torn from my thoughts when I heard the phone dialing the phone number. I put it on speaker, just in case. I couldn't believe what happened next.

' This is John Winchester, I'm unavailable at the moment, but give my son-' it was caught off by Dean literally tackling me to the floor, desperate to get the phone from my hand. He succeeded, quickly standing up and 'ending' the call. For good measure, he threw my phone at the wall.

I was about to go off him, one for ending the call that could possibly help him, and two because, well.. Dean just broke my damn phone! When I turned to chew him out, I stopped dead.

My little brother stood there, literally as pale as freshly fallen snow, making his eyes stand out. He was shaking even worse, and there were tears starting to break free from the surface.

" P-please S-Sammy, don't C-call him"

" Why Dean? I'm at the last straw, I don't know how to help you, and you wont even let me try when I do. Maybe he'll give me some answers," Dean's eyes widened even further after that. He took a few deep breaths, before nodding, (if it could even be called a nod), and sitting on the edge of my bed. He nodded me over, so I sat on the edge of his bed, facing him, waiting for him to start. He took a few more deep breath, before starting.

" You were right, with your theories, " he started, " I didn't get that burn by my own hand, but it technically was a hunting incident." he paused. The shaking had stopped almost all together, just with a little tremor here and there. The tears were still evident in his eyes, though.

" I know now that I am underweight, severely" he added, when he noticed my, as he would put it, 'Bitch Face'.

" And I know that you know that both of those scars- the severe ones- on my back and chest aren't from hunting either, same with the smaller burn marks and most of the little cuts and bruises on my back," he went on.

" What you don't know," he stated, " is that the reason I cant tell you, is you," I stared at him, what the hell is he talking about? He must've seen the transition look of confusion on my face, because he gave me a small smirk, the first thing close enough to a smile all day.

" Come on college boy, is it really that hard to figure out?" he said in a snarky tone. For once, I didn't call him out on it. I was too busy trying to figure out what he meant. Because of me, he didn't tell me, what the hell does that-

Dear God, no

I looked at him, and the way he looked at me confirmed what I just figured out. Someone threatened me, so he wouldn't tell. That son of a bitch. However, I had to hand it to said son of a bitch, because he sure found the way to get Dean to shut up and stay quiet. Dean would go to hell and back to make sure I was okay, despite me being the older sibling. Only two people other than us knew that weakness though; John and Bobby. Although, it was kind of obvious.

" How long has this been going on?" I had to know. He gave me a sad smile, and started to shake his head when I cut him of for what had to be the tenth time today.

" No Dean, listen to me," I spoke softly, so I wouldn't startle him, but firm, so he would listen to what I had to say and take it seriously.

" I don't care if people threaten me, I can take care of myself, alright?" he nodded, but it was unsure. I scooted all the way to the edge of the bed, and took his rather small looking hands in my larger ones, and just held on to them. He looked up at me.

" I promise, everything's going to be alright, its okay, you can tell me, okay? Just tell me," he nodded again, it was a little more sure than the first one was. I gave him a small smile, and tightened the hold I had on his hands.

" I just don't get it, you know? Why they did it in the first place," he whispered, and I don't know why, but his words gave me an unsettling feeling in my stomach.

" Who?" I whispered back. The tears started forming again, and when he looked up, just one fell as he said:

" Dad,"