Title: For the love of Sam

Author: penelopegraceful

Summary: Dean leaves for a hunt with Caleb, leaving John and Sam alone for the week. Sam is sick and under the impression that since Dean is gone he has to deal with his problems alone. He couldn't have been more wrong. Pre-series Teenchesters, Sick/Bullied/Sam, Worried/Dean, Awesome/Loving/John

Notes: Sam is 13, Dean is 17

I don't own anything.

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Chapter 10

A crackling noise was what awoke Sam, followed by and intense burning sensation on his forearm. He bit his lip in an attempt not to scream, but it was no use to the twelve year old. Blood seeped out from his mouth from the puncture in his lip. Then suddenly the pain was gone, slightly, burning had disappeared, but his arm ached from whatever they had used to burn him.

Opening his eyes, he was immediately rewarded with his dad and Dean sitting in front of him, but the feeling immediately turned to dread as he remembered the altercation that took place. They weren't his family, shifters was probably more accurate.

In Dean's hand was a knife that was glowing red and the end. Obviously the thing that had burned Sam. As Sam tried to gather his thoughts he became aware that he was tied to a chair an unable to move. Starring at the imposters in front of him, his heart began to hurt at the idea of his family coming home in the morning to find him dead in the chair.

"Aww, what's wrong baby Sammy, you miss you're big brother Dean?" The fake Dean mockingly said to Sam. "Well here's a news flash, he doesn't miss you. In fact he's glad to get away from you, you're nothing but a burden, holding him back."

"And your father, he really hates you. Hell, he blames you for your mothers death. He wishes you would have died that night instead of her."

Tears began to run down Sam's face upon hearing the cruel words. "You're lying!" Sam blurted out between sobs.

"Are we? We have all their memories up here," the shifter said while pointing at his head.

"Besides, deep down, you know it's true. Nothing but a burden," the shifter replied while pushing the red hot blade on to Sam's other wrist.

Sam screamed in response, the pain, was getting to an unbearable level, he began feeling the familiar darkness creep up on him, but refused to give in. As much as the words and injuries hurt, he knew Dean and Bobby loved him. His dad was another story, but he would hold onto conscienceness for Dean and Bobby.

After about another thirty minutes of torture from the shifters, Sam felt himself fading. The sadistic creatures and continued to burn him on his arms and face, then seemed to be getting bored and removed his shirt only to begin slicing into the delicate skin on his torso. Sam was a bloody mess, and had entered into shock, causing him to shake uncontrollably. He felt cold, and the sweat that now covered his entire body wasn't helping that matter.

Sam had the overwhelming urge to sleep, but couldn't quite yet. He had to stay awake. Throughout the torture fake Dean, had begun telling all the times he had disappointed Dean, bringing up painful memories and in Sam's frazzled state had actually begun to believe him. The only thing he hung onto now was Bobby, he would think about all the fun things Bobby had taught him over the years, like riding a bike, and how to tie his shoes. He wanted Bobby to be here, to tell him everything was going to be okay. More tears began dripping down his face, he just wanted Bobby.

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Once John and Bobby had successfully gotten Dean back to the Impala, John gently laid his barley conscious teen across the back as Bobby shuffled through the trunk looking for the pain meds.

Opening the other back door, near Deans head, he gently lifted Dean enough so he could swallow the two small white pills. With Bobby's assistance Dean swallowed the pills as well as the water. Losing so much blood, Dean found himself incredibly thirty, and tried to chug the entire bottle of water, before Bobby pulled it away.

"Small sips Dean, otherwise you're gonna be doing so redecorating back here."

Once Dean had been tended to, and seemed on the verge of sleep. The two older hunters, packed up the Impala and headed back to the salvage yard.

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Sam couldn't form a complete sentence if his life depended on it. The pain was all he could think about. His arms and face hurt, but his stomach and chest were definently the worst. He tried to keep still in a vain attempt to stop the pain, the muscles required to sit up made his back hurt. He began to fade when he heard the sweetest sound he had ever heart, the Impala.

Hearing the rumble as well the two shifters took that as their que to leave.

"Well this was fun Sammy, truly fun, but it looks like our time is up for the night, until next time. And trust me there will be a next time." A sadistic smile crept across fake Johns face as he stared down at the bloody child. Slowly his eyelids crept shut, although he still held onto consciousness. He could hear the front door open, and Bobby and his dad talking in the other room. He just wanted Bobby, Bobby wasn't a shifter, Bobby loved him and would help him. As he opened his eyes once more he stared into the kitchen.

As Bobby and John laid the now unconscious Dean down on the couch, Bobby rushed to the kitchen to grab a bowl of watch to properly clean Dean off, and stitch the gash.

The sight that Bobby saw would scare him for life. Sam sat limply in the wooden chair, tied down with blood covering almost every inch of his torso.

"JOHN!" Bobby screamed as he rushed over to the crying boy.

"Shhhh...Bobby's gotcha Sam, Bobby's gotcha, no one is gonna hurt you anymore, I'm gonna take care of you okay?," Bobby whispered.

Rushing into the kitchen, with his knife drawn, John was speechless. His baby, his youngest. How could this happen, he was supposed to be safe. John knelt next to Bobby, and began cutting the ropes, trying desperately to free him.

Carrying Sam bridal style over to the kitchen table, Bobby laid Sam out trying to get a good look at what happened.

"John, go up to the closet upstairs and get my extended first aid kit, were gonna need it."

Without hesitation, John ran up the stairs to grab the kit.

"Sam, come on buddy, Sam can you hear me." Sam slowly began to open his eyes and was greeted by Bobby leaning over him, holding his much smaller hand in his. Unable to control his emotions, Sam began to sob in relief, muttering words. Bobby lifted the small boy and held him, whispering comforting words. "Bobby's gotcha, everything gonna be alright."

Laying Sam back down, Bobby looked sternly into Sam's bright green eyes. "Sam who did this?" Continuing to sob, Sam told Bobby everything he remembered. By the end of the tale, Sam looked exhausted. John chose that moment to enter, bringing the first aid kit with him.

Upon seeing his father Sam began to shake, "please, no more, no more." Sam tried to curl up in an attempt to hide from John.

Knowing exactly what was happening, Bobby told John the whole story while trying to calm down Sam.

Staring at the ground, John tried to keep his emotions in check, screaming was not going to help his youngest. Even though Bobby had explained to Sam that this was his father and not a shifter, Sam wouldn't listen. Sam's wounds needed to be tended to and there was no way he was going to let John anywhere near him.

"John why don't you go stitch Dean up, and I'll help Sam."

Seeing that as his only option, John grabbed the supplies he needed from the kit and turned and headed towards his oldest.

Once John was out of the room, Bobby gently began running his fingers through Sam's hair, he was looking for blood or a lump, but knew that the gently touch would also calm Sam. Sam seemed on high alert despite his injures. Bobby knew that seeing John had gotten Sam all worked up. Bobby eyed Sam's upper body sympathetically. He knew some of these wounds were going to hurt to clean and stitch. He continued to stroke Sam's hair trying to keep the young boy focused on him, while his other hand reached into the first aid kit and discreetly removed an IV bag. He knew Sam hated needles, but he also knew there was a chance he was going to have to stick Sam more than once, if he didn't use the IV. Trying to keep the bag out of Sam's line of sight, Bobby began to talk to Sam.

"Sam, I'm gonna have to put an IV in, you're lost a lot of blood, and are going into shock. I..."

Before the older man could finish, Sam began to sob loudly, the poor kid had been through so much in the last few hours, the thought of more pain, even if it was to help, sent the kid into a downright panic. Sam's breathing began to get choppy and irregular, and he was turning red. Bobby knew a panic attack when he saw one, stepping into Uncle Bobby mode, Bobby jumped onto the table, and laid with Sam, allowing the younger boy to lean into him.

"Come on Sam, breath with me, in and out, in and out, in and out, good boy. You are doing so good Sam." Bobby stayed on the table with Sam, until he was sure the crisis had been adverted.

Carefully easing himself off the table, he gently eased Sam back down, taking off his jacket, he folded it, and put it under Sam's head so that he'd having something to rest on.

Deciding to avoid another panic attack, Bobby grabbed the shock blanket from the kit and placed it over Sam, hoping the young boy would fall asleep on his own. He continued to card his hand gently through Sam's hair and whispered sweet words of safety into Sam's ear until finally the young boy had fallen asleep.

TBC! Two chapters in one night! Go me! So the reason I haven't updated in a while prior to tonight is because I'm taking a minimester course (British Literature) and it sucks, and I literally have to write like a five page paper every other night. It I hate it. Tonight I didn't have a paper. Anyway I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Fingers crossed I'll get another chapter out within the next week! Please tell me what you think!

ALSO! In case I don't update before New Years, HAPPY NEW YEARS!

-penelopegraceful