Disclaimer: See chapter one
This is a extension of a sort from authoressnebula's Don't Say a Word. It's dark and graphic. So BE WARNED!
Okay, this is where the writing aspect gets difficult for me, so tell me how I'm doing. If Dean or Bobby's personalities seem unrealistic, please help me out!!! I've never really done this type of writing before....
Enjoy chapter ten!
Bobby drove up to the hospital and jumped out of his truck, leaving it running at the curb. The nurse was tightlipped and would only say that the boys were at the hospital. All sorts of warped thoughts and assumptions ran through his head during the drive there. Where the hell is John? Did they get attacked? What were he and Sam doing? Why is Dean there to? How did they get hurt?
Bobby ran to the front desk. "Hey, I'm looking for the Winchesters."
Before the nurse could respond, Dean got up and said, "Bobby."
Bobby turned and sucked in a breath at the sight. Dean's eyes were red and puffy from… crying? No, that couldn't be right. Dean never cries, unless…
"Dear God, what the hell happened!?"
Dean bit his lip, unsure what to say. Tears welled up in his eyes again as he muttered, "John."
Okay, now Bobby was confused. He was sure that whatever has been hurting Sam finally went too far. Bobby's eyes widened. Did it get John instead? But why is Dean calling him 'John'… "What about John?" he asked fearing the answer.
A thin rivulet of blood leaked out from Dean's lip as he bit it harder. "H-he was the one… h-hurting him…"
Bobby just stared at Dean, not comprehending the words. "What?"
"Family for Samuel Winchester."
Dean turned towards the doors that led to the back. A doctor in his mid-thirties looked around the waiting area for the said people.
Bobby followed Dean as he approached the doctor. "This is my uncle," Dean said quietly from the doctor's inquiring look. The doctor nodded and said, "My name is Dr. DeBeaux. Please follow me."
He led them to an isolated room with a couple of padded chairs and a desk. "Please sit," Dr. DeBeaux said as he pulled out a folder onto his desk. "Now, Mr…."
"Singer."
"Mr. Singer, are you aware of what happened."
"Just… that John hurt Sam… besides that, no."
Dr. DeBeaux sighed. "Mr. Singer, you nephew was raped. By the looks of it repeatedly."
The entire world was swept out from under Bobby. He shook his head in denial. "No, John wouldn't… he… cares about them… he's not…"
"Doesn't matter."
Bobby and the doctor both looked towards Dean. "What?" Bobby said.
"I saw it, Bobby. I saw him… doing things… I should have known. I saw the signs, but I couldn't…"
"It's not your fault, Mr. Winchester," Dr. DeBeaux said. "Your father never hurt you, so your brain wouldn't be able to comprehend it even if you did realize."
Dean shook his head, firmly believing he could have done something about it. "When can I see him?"
"After we're done here. At the moment he's under sedation. We had to stitch a few cuts in his groin and his thigh area. Also there was an infected laceration in his anus that we cleaned and stitched. Thankfully we caught it early so the round of antibiotics we have him on should take care of it. What worries me most is his penis and testicles. Sam went into shock from the lack of blood flow and the trauma is received…"
"What exactly… did John do?" Bobby asked, still not quite believing this was happening.
"Well, I'd like to ask Dean what he knows. We might be able to figure out what exactly happened."
Dean looked between Bobby and Dr. DeBeaux as the stared at him. "I… Well, he had bruises on his arms and face."
"When did they first show up?"
"Uh… a few… God. A few days ago. I should of…"
"No, Dean. You need to stop this," Dr. DeBeaux advised. "'What ifs' aren't going to help your brother."
Dean nodded in agreement. He took a deep breath and said, "John was… he was using a r-ring."
Bobby's eyes widened. "He used a what?!"
Dr. DeBeaux nodded. "I suspected as much. And from what the paramedics told me, he also beat Sam with a belt, correct?"
Dean nodded, a few tears escaping unheeded.
"Truthfully we won't know everything he did unless Sam or John himself confesses.
"Now we're going to have to keep Sam's penis and testicles elevated to help reduce swelling. Sam's not going to be allowed to move for a couple weeks at least. Until then he's going to be on a liquid diet. We're going to insert a catheter so he can go pee. It's going to be painful for a while because of the swelling and bruising, but we'll use pain relievers to help. Mr. Singer, I'm going to need you to sign a few papers to allow all this." Bobby nodded in understanding. "Also, we're running tests now for STDs and AIDS."
"He doesn't have any," Dean said quietly. "My father doesn't have any and hasn't had… sex… since… my mom…" Dean bowed his head and angrily wiped away his tears.
Dr. DeBeaux looked at Dean with pity. He sighed and said, "Now, we have counselors here…"
"No," Dean said firmly, looking back up.
"Dean, your brother's been through a traumatic experience and needs…"
"What my brother needs is his family. He needs to know that we won't hurt him and that we're here for him."
"You're right, he does, but it might be harder for Sam to tell you anything because you're his family. The counselor will help…"
"He doesn't need some whack-job telling his that it's 'gonna be okay' or 'I know this must be hard for you!'"
"It's not just for your brother, but for you as well."
Dean looked at the doctor as though he grew a second head. "What?"
"Dean, the revelation of who your father really is is traumatic on its own. Not to mention you were a witness to one of the rapes…"
"Two," Dean spat out angrily. "I saw two. I don't need anyone either…"
"And I say you do," Bobby said.
Dean turned to Bobby, betrayal on his face. "What?"
"I'm going to be your guardian from now on, and I say both you and Sam need the counseling. End of story."
Dean gaped at Bobby. He closed his mouth and looked back at the doctor. "Can I see Sam now?"
"Yes, I think we're done here."
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Bobby and Dean headed towards Sam's room when they were intercepted by two police officers. "Dean Winchester?"
"Yes. Look officers, can we do this another time…"
"This won't take long…" the taller of the two said.
"I'm on my way to see my brother and…"
"We understand, but we need to get your statement."
"I refuse. Now get out of my way." Dean pushed past the officers, leaving them irritated.
"He'll give you his statement later," Bobby said. Being a hunter, he was automatically not a fan of these authority figures.
The shorter sighed in an annoyed fashion. "Fine," the taller said. They turned and left and Bobby ran to catch up to the teen.
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Dean entered Sam's room with his stomach in a knot. His baby brother was unconscious, the bruises on his face were shouting at him from his pale face. Dean pulled up a chair and sat next to the bed. Holding his tears back, he grabbed Sam's hand and started to rub the back of it with his finger. When he looked at his brother's face, he noticed how gaunt and haunted he looked. Dean brushed the hair out of his eyes and whispered, "I'm here, Sam. Don't worry, little brother. I'm gonna take care of you." Dean leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead, knowing Sam was likely to receive that form of affection the wrong way once he was conscious.
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