The hidden catch

2 week later they had all gone about normal family life with only some small glitches, sure Sam was still having nightmares but it wasn't anything Dean couldn't fix with a few comforting words and the wiping away of scared tears.

The boys were learning ASL well, Dean had picked it up quickly, and Sam was getting there, but something still bugged Dean, he still needed to teach Sam some vital things that weren't in the book.

"Yo Bobby? Where's 'son of a bitch' or 'damn it' in your fancy shmansy book?"

"You learn what milk and eggs is and now you're asking about curse words?"

"Hell yeah, gotta show my little brother how to curse don't I?"

"Winchesters," Bobby sighed shaking his head as he made lunch.

"Fine, I guess we'll make our own up," Dean said in a 'oh no you didn't' fashion.

A few hours later both boys had their own personal code made up, words included 'douche' 'asshole' ''damn it' the classic 'son of a bitch' and Dean's personal favourite, 'fugly'.

All the words were pretty stupid signs, Dean had a great idea of making a fool of himself, 'fugly' was sticking your pinky in your nose, Bobby had no clue what the boys were doing, and why they were picking their nose and licking their fingers and scratching under their armpits, which made it even funner and was a great way to help Dean stay out of trouble for muttering curses behind his father's back, well, while poking your butt was 'douche' to Sam and Dean, it was simply like the boys had an itch in a strange spot to everyone else.

'Genius,' Dean smirked to himself.

"Dean, come do your chores!" John yelled from the kitchen.

"I thought guests didn't have chores?!"

"Come take this trash out before I make you do laps round the scrap yard!"

'Douche,' Dean signed to Sam as he poked his bum making the kid giggle silently.

He was really starting to come out of his shell these past few days. He was eating round the clock, tears barely came once a day now, he was smiling a lot more, he barely flinching when the guys came closer to him and he hadn't hurt himself in a few days which was a huge relief to them all, they still remember the day after the shopping trip like it was yesterday.

~S/D~

10 days earlier...

Sam stood from the couch following John to the kitchen, Bobby and Dean were out getting lunch so they were left at the house by themselves and Sam did not want to be alone. He needed John or Dean, or even Bobby there just for a little support, just so he could be sure that if he was alone, this all would be a dream and he would be back at his old house getting treated like a slave to that monster that killed the two people he loved the most in the world. He didn't want to be alone and everything go dark, he needed them, just one of them to hold onto him if ever Alice was to drag him back to the black hole.

"Hhmm...no beers, guess that was a bust," John muttered to himself as he closed the fridge. He saw Sam standing there next to the old table looking rather upset and lost. John gave him a look asking him if he was okay. Sam shrugged and looked at the floor, but then snapped his head back up just as fast with a scared look in his eyes as he blinked, making sure John and all this was still here.

John walked to him and patted him on the shoulder telling him he was okay and he was safe before he went to the sink and poured himself a glass of water.

Sam had settled his shaking some and started to breathe again.

"We're back!" Dean yelled walking in the house followed by Bobby who was carrying all the bags.

"Little help," Bobby growled John's way as he struggled to keep all the groceries in hand.

"Times dinner?" Dean asked taking his jacket off and dumping it on the couch.

"6:30."

"We'll be down," Dean stated before tugging on Sam's new shirt sleeve pulling him up the stairs effectively.

"Behave you two," John warned knowing what kids get up to, he was one himself once.

"Yes sir," Dean groaned, 'man I can't even go to my room without an order, he still thinks I'm useless.'

The boys went to the room they had been sharing and Dean got Sam his art things to keep him entertained while he himself learned more ASL.

He started to read and got out their new laptop and typed something when he saw Sam flick his head to the side blowing his long bangs from his eyes as he drew with one hand and clutched 'Brownie' with his other. Sam had named his new fluffy dog after the mythical elves. At first he didn't get it, the dog was black and white, not brown, but when Dean looked it up he found that brownies are invisible creatures that live with families in houses and assist those who live there. Sometimes a child might catch a glimpse of them but they do not appear to adults. They are considered to be very helpful and a benefit to have around. That was just a testament to how much Sam knew and how smart he was, even with his disability.

Dean typed and found out what he needed, he thought for a few seconds going over the signs in his head carefully, then he prodded Sam who almost jumped out his skin but soon settled, Dean ignored it and went on to lighten the mood.

'You need a haircut princess,' he signed with a smirk.

Sam wasn't following, he didn't know what Dean was signing and it was making him feel ashamed. Dean caught the look of defeat in Sam's eye so he moved the screen around and showed Sam what he typed in.

Sam understood then, shook his head pouting, trying not to feel or look hurt, then went back pretending to be busy with his paper and pen that had yet to touch.

"Mop," Dean typed in big bold letters on the computer with a smile, hoping he would get Sam to smile, he was having an off day by the looks, and big brother just wanted to make him feel a little better with a few jokes, making fun was how he got Sam to stop crying in the changing rooms yesterday.

Sam smiled a little, it was a fake smile, but he smiled anyway so he wouldn't pull Dean down into his misery.

"No good for nothing! Ya freak!"

'Who was that?!' Sam's mind screamed as he looked around, searching for whoever was seemingly stalking him.

"What's wrong?" Deanasked via the computer, concerned when he saw the look of fear on Sam's face.

Sam shook his head, shrugging after having a good look round and realising it was all in his head.

Dean wasn't totally convinced but nodded anyway, he was trying to give Sam space, he hoped in time the kid would open up more and explain his past clearer, but he would wait while Sam was ready to confide in him.

"You deserved all of it! No one cares about you! The world doesn't care! You'll die alone...alone...no one can save you...they will all leave you...just like mommy and daddy...they'll all hate you...once they know what a dirty slut you are..."

'Deanie I'm scared!'

It seemed to be a split second between Sam putting pen to paper to Sam looking round frantically with tears streaming down his still bruised cheeks. Dean shot up from the bed with his gun from under the pillow and looked round for the monster that was scaring Sam so.

He had a good luck round, and to be honest, his hunter senses weren't exactly going off; he didn't feel anything in the room, no sulphur smell, no cold spots...nothing, just a very scared Sam on the bed hiding behind Brownie.

"S'okay Sammy," Dean cooed putting his gun back and sitting on the bed closer to the shaking boy.

"He doesn't want you touching him you whore!"

Sam shot from the bed at that just as Dean was about to wrap his arms round him. He sprinted to the bathroom and slammed the door then clicked the lock on.

'He doesn't want me touching him! I'm dirty...I'm dirty...I don't wanna...why? I don't wanna...please...please I don't wanna be dirty!...I didn't mean to...didn't want to...he made me...'

Sam was pacing the room muttering to himself inside his head. He could feel Dean banging on the door, probably telling him how much he hates him, how much of a weak whore he was, how he wishes he would die and stop ruining his reputation already.

"Sam! Open up! Sam!" Dean ordered banging his fist on the door, scared of where Sam's head was at, scared he would do something stupid again. "Damn it!" he cursed knowing he would have to pay for a new for Bobby.

He kicked hard at the bottom where the wood was weakest and after a loud bang the door sprung open and splints of wood flew in the air as he rushed in the room.

"Sam!" he yelled worried, seeing the kid in the small gap between the sink and the toilet rocking himself, surrounded by clumps of matted brown hair. "Ah Sammy...what did you do?" Dean asked wanting to shoot himself in the foot, he had just called Sam 'Mop' and 2 minutes later he was pulling out his hair and grunting with anger, not even screaming as he yanked on his long strands and pulled them from his scalp brutally.

John heard the crashes and yelling so he ran up the steps as fast as he could, what had got in and hurt his boys?! Well whatever it was, it's going to pay!

"Dean what-?" John was cut off by the sight in front of him.

"Sammy stop, stop!" Dean yelled kneeling down and restraining Sam's hands the best he could.

~S/D~

Now...

It took both Dean and John an hour to get Sam to stop his struggling, another hour to get him to stop the tears, and then another hour after that to get him from the small gap and back into the bedroom. They wanted to get some sleeping and pain pills in the kid but he refused everything, he wouldn't move, he just curled into the tightest ball you could imagine with Brownie to his chest, not moving, not even blinking. The next day Sam tried his best to do as he was told, he was given strict rules to stay with one of them at all times. Bobby had disabled all the locks in his house just in case, they even hid the knives and scissors and anything else they thought Sam would be able to use as a way to hurt himself.

He had cried sometimes, mostly out of the blue, they would be watching TV or sitting in the kitchen eating and Sam would start crying. Dean would hug him, smile and soon the tears would stop and they went back to what they were doing like the sobs hadn't just happened. It took a few more days to get him to smile but since then Sam had been better, he would look around sometimes like someone was there, snuggle closer to Dean or John, then he would soon calm his breathing and force himself back to the real world and fake a smile.

Dean saw Sam smiling peacefully at Shaggy and Scooby and bushing the hair from his eyes, Dean gave him a playfully gentle ruffle hoping he could make up for treating Sam like he did and starting the whole self punishment thing, the kid would scratch his head where he was thin sometimes and Dean would always swat his hand away telling him to leave the sensitive hair alone, it was pretty cute to see Sam huff and pout.

Sam stood then from the couch then when Dean's hand left his hair. The older one was about to follow but when Sam pointed to himself and then to up showing he was going upstairs Dean let him go alone, they had to get used to trusting the kid sooner or later, if they wanted him to trust them anyway.

Sam dragged his feet up the steps feeling the pull of loneliness and the haunting voice sink in when he reached the bathroom again.

He pressed his hands on the rim of the sink and looked at himself in the mirror, 'I look a mess...but then again when don't I?'

He pushed his thinner hair from his eyes and bit his lip before taking the scissors from his pocket, they were only small paper scissors from his art set Dean had got him but he wasn't allowed any others, hopefully they would work.

~S/D~

"Sam what the hell are you doing?!" John yelled rushing in the bathroom pulling the sharp tool from Sam's small hand.

The kid then looked terrified, lowering his head and crying instantly. He didn't mean to make anyone mad, he just wanted to be cooler, to not make Dean feel embarrassed with his stupid hair he just wanted to make himself look less of like a homeless white trash freak.

"Sam I thought you would know better! Why the hell are you doing this to yourself?!" John yelled angry and worried.

Sam was now sinking to the cold tile floor in shame sobbing into his hands, 'what did I do?...I'm sorry, I'm sorry...I'm so sorry...I'm sorry for being dirty....'

"Sam..." John sighed knowing he shouldn't yell anymore, he crouched down and placing his hands on Sam's trembling shoulders.

Sam's wails got louder and louder breaking John's heart into pieces as he watched the boy break down. He couldn't watch anymore, he couldn't just sit there and watch Sam cry, his new baby boy cry, alone and broken.

He pulled Sam to his chest and ran his hand into Sam's hair hoping not to hit a sore spot, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry Sammy, I'm so sorry," he said rocking the boy holding him tight to his heart.

Sam cried, and he sobbed, and he shattered into a million.

"I know buddy, I know," John chanted. But...he didn't know, not really, he had no clue what pain Sam was going through, but he could imagine, and it hurt him that this kid he had grown to love was in pain, and it may never, ever fully go away.

"Dad?" Dean asked in the door way now, looking just as heart wrenched as John.

Sam felt the other person in the room and he leaned into John even more, clinging into his shirt, praying for something, anything

"Dean could you give us a minute," John asked his eldest son, he didn't want Dean to see him like this, he was close to tears himself as he felt Sam's agony.

"Dad-"

"Now Dean," John order in a tone Dean knew not to question so he bite his lip, tried not to kick his foot through the floor and stormed downstairs and out of the house. He ran forward and through cars, passing them like a flash, running to where he used to hide when he was a kid, to the place he felt he could only truly be alone, to the old ice cream truck Bobby had kept here for years. The old guy was the only one to ever find Dean when he hid there, his father still and hopefully never would know it exist, 'maybe one day I'll show Sammy, when dad's not pocketing him that is...I mean, what the hell was that?! "Dean could you give us a minute,"...hello! I'm the one who is responsible for Sam, he was mine to look after and hold when he cries! Who is the one that beat those dicks? Who's the one that holds him on a night when he wakes up from a bad dream? Who's the one that needs a purpose, needs a reason to carry on in this shit ass life and needs a reason to wake up in the morning, ME! And now dad wants Sam because what...he's bored of me? He thinks...knows Sam is better than me? Knows I suck and it should have been me in Sam's place all those years...god...I hate my life!'

He pulled open the pink and white rusty doors of the truck and climbed in. He pulled himself up on the run down freezer and sat running a hand over his face and back through his cropped hair.

"Look at me, whining about my green-eyed problems when Sam's in there breaking apart, why the hell did you put him in that house for so long? Huh? If you're up there...why aren't you helping the good guys like Sammy huh? What's wrong with you?" he asked out loud looking up at the old dinted roof.

"Dean? What's he done this time?" Bobby asked knocking on the truck he saw Dean run into.

"Nothing Bobby, it's fine," Dean insisted pulling himself together.

"Dean?"

"I said I'm fine!"

"Sure you are," Bobby sighed walking off knowing he wasn't wanted there. He just left Dean to wallow for a bit, he would come back later.

~S/D~

"Dean, you're daddy and Sam went out, you think you could come back inside now before you catch pneumonia?"

'Great, is dad taking Sam hunting or something? That's where we always go at this time when he just disappears with me. If he is I'm gonna kill the dick!'

"Dean? Now please," Bobby warned.

"Keep your hair on," Dean mumbled slamming the ice truck door open and jumping down to the wet ground.

"Coffee's on and the fires lit, ya stupid ass being out here all this time, you're gonna freeze."

"Sorry."

"...Don't be, just take better care of yourself for god sake, I swear you and your daddy are too much the same."

"I'm nothing like him."

"Dean you okay son?"

"I'm not your son! Just leave me alone!" Dean yelled walking faster to the house.

~S/D~

"We're back!" John shouted as he helped Sam take his coat off.

"John where the hell have you been?"Bobby yelled walking into John's space.

"Sorry mom, wasn't aware we had a curfew."

"Dean's been moping round here all afternoon, what the hell did you say to him this time?!"

"Uuhh...I'll go apologize."

"What. Did. You. Say?" Bobby asked clearly pissed.

"I-I didn't want him to see me...I was a mess when I found Sam and...I didn't want my son seeing me cry okay, happy now? I was ashamed to cry in front of my own son!"

"John...just...can't you explain that to Dean?"

"He doesn't have to," Dean piped up from the top of the stairs.

"Dean-" John started.

"Sam?" Dean squeaked when he saw his little brother...new and improved little brother.

"Yeah uh...found out what was bothering him all this time," John said trying to get the mood up a little at his accomplishment, little did he know that Dean would take it as a way of his father telling him he was a crappy bog brother and he couldn't get Sam to open up about anything, and John spends one afternoon with the kid and he has found out what was bothering him for weeks. He tried to ignore it and just smiled at Sam proud.

"Not bad Sammy, not bad," he smirked looking at Sam's new do, it was still messy and long, but it was a hell of a lot shorter and tamer.

Sam smiled and blushed, happy and slightly shy at the same time with all the eyes on him.

"The kid was self conscious about his looks, with you two around? Really?" Bobby joked.

"Haha, you should see how hard I'm laughing on the inside," John pouted but couldn't help smiling when he looked at how much happier Sam looked now as Dean ruffled his newly trimmed hair.

"Could you elaborate on the 'what was bothering him?'" Dean asked a little cold towards his father.

"Kid thought he was making you look bad, he thinks you're cool and didn't wanna ruin your vibe so he tried pulling an Edward scissor hand on himself, on more than one occasion s we know."

"Sammy," Dean sighed but couldn't help smiling either when he saw the boys dimples.

"You boys go upstairs and watch some TV," John suggested in a light tone that made Dean frown in confusion, 'he never tells me to do something just for fun, he never tells me to chill and watch TV, I always have to train if I have free time like this...who is and what has he done with the real John Winchester?'

"Okay, come on Sammy, you got some explaining to do," Dean told mostly himself as he prodded Sam to the steps and to their room.

Dean really hoped Sam would open up, I mean he did with his dad so why not him? 'Unless Sam trusts me about as much as dad does.'

Dean was pulled from his thoughts by a tug on his arm, it was Sam and he looked pretty eager to watch some movies. Dean thought it was amazing that Sam still took a great enjoyment from watching things, even though he couldn't hear, the kid must have some imagination because he always smiles at the jokes in the subtitles.

"Alright I'm coming," Dean smirked switching the TV on in their room.

"Frank Daniels was found dead in his home just days ago, police have reported his death was caused by a dog mauling, the presumed wild animal had bite clean through his arterial vessel in his left thigh causing him to bleed out. Police are still looking for his wife Alive Daniels and their 3 sons, Tony, Kyle and Samuel. If you have any details on their whereabouts please call in."

'Oh crap!'

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Right just to let you guys know I am doing a sequel, with Sam and Dean (only/mostly) I think, does that change your poll answer? Most of you voted on having Sam's ears fixed, does the sequel change? I.E. am I doing the sequel with Sam hearing perfect?

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