Dean tiptoed into his house, careful not to make too much noise in case John was awake. He wasn't- thank god. Dean breathed a sigh of relief. He crept around John's unconscious body in the living room, but stopped as he noticed something peculiar on John's hand. Blood. Sammy.
Dean rushed over to Sam's room to see his little brother lying on the bed, clutching a bruised cheek and bleeding lip, crying.
"Sammy..."
Dean gasped and approached him, pulling Sam into for a hug, grabbing him tight.
"Dean...you weren't hear...dad- he heard about what happened- he got mad...and then he..."
Dean grabbed Sam's chin.
"Let me see."
Dean examined Sam's cheek.
"It's not so bad, you just need some ice."
Dean grabbed a tea towel and some ice water, and started dabbing Sam's cheek.
Sam winced.
"Dean, too hard!"
Dean sniggered.
"That's what he said."
Sam rolled his eyes, he opened his mouth to call Dean immature, but then stopped himself.
"Wait...don't you mean she said."
Dean stuttered nervously.
"Y-Yeah Sammy- sure."
Sam laughed.
"Dean- I don't care if you're gay."
"I'm not gay Sammy- I'm bisexual."
Sam squinted with confusion.
"What does that mean?"
Sam asked.
"It means that I'm attracted to both girls and guys."
"Ohhh..."
Sam uttered in understanding.
Dean smiled.
"You don't have a problem with that- do you?"
"No- as long as I don't have to listen to you having sex with all these guys and girls."
Dean sniggered.
"Don't worry Sammy, the only person I wanna have sex with is Ca-"
Dean stopped himself.
Sam's eyes widened.
"You were gonna day Cas, weren't you?"
"Shut up!"
Dean replied.
Sam smirked.
"Dean- does dad hit you a lot?"
Sam asked, Dean winced at his question.
"I guess."
"How often?"
"Every other day."
Sam sat there, mouth agape, looking at his brother with sadness.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
Dean sighed.
"It doesn't matter Sammy."
"Of course it matters- you got hurt!"
Dean rolled his eyes.
"Who cares?"
"I do!"
Sam yelled.
"Well, that's all done with- but you got hurt this time- I'm sorry Sammy."
"It's not your fault Dean."
"Of course it is, you're my responsibility- I have to look after you."
"No you don't- don't do that to yourself Dean."
"I have to, you're the only thing I got right."
Dean felt tears stinging his eyes.
"Dean- you're amazing in every way- I wanna be just like you!"
"NO YOU DONT SAMMY!"
Dean barked furiously, Sammy drew back- Dean had never yelled at him like this before.
"Sammy, I'm sorry...it's just- you don't wanna be me. You're smart, you're a good kid- you have a future."
Sam rolled his eyes.
"So do you- why don't you see that I look up to you for a reason!"
Dean sighed.
"I'm no good Sammy."
"YES YOU ARE!"
Sam yelled, on the verge of tears.
"WHY CANT YOU SEE THAT?"
Dean stood back, Sam wrapped his arms around Dean and pulled him in for a hug. "You're my hero Dean."
Dean held Sam tight- he wanted to stay like this forever- but he had to get back to Cas.
"Listen, I gotta get back to Cas, he's in the hospital- do you wanna come with me?"
Sam's eyes widened.
"Dad will be mad..."
Dean gently ruffled Sam's hair.
"Don't worry, he'll never touch you again- if he does, I'll kill him."
Sam smiled.
"Okay Dean, I love you."
"Come on Sam, no chick flick moments."
Sam looked at Dean with those goddamn puppy dog eyes.
"Damn it! I love you too Sammy."
Dean sighed.
"Jerk."
"Bitch."