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A special thanks to The Lonely God With a Box for beta'ing my chapter.

A/N: Just so you know that I am not abandoning this story, here is another chapter. I know it a little short, but I wanted to show John's reaction to what he just learned.

I would like to dedicate this chapter to reannablue and ellie . reynolds .777. I want to thank you for sticking with me since the first chapter and stayed during my LONG hiatus. Thank you! :)

Chapter 9: John Comes to Terms

"They raped him."

John could not believe what he just heard. They raped him. Sammy was raped. No. That was not possible. No one was to ever touch my son, my baby, in that manner. John thought as he looked at his two sons, his babies, holding each other.

"Mom," John said, grinning from ear to ear. "He's beautiful...Head full of hair...Ten fingers. Ten toes...Is Dean asleep?...Bring him tomorrow... Thanks, mom...Love you."

John hung up the phone and walked back over to the bed where Mary was asleep and his youngest, Sam. He leaned over and placed a chaste kiss on his newborn baby's forehead and then kissed his beloved wife on her lips.

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"Hey, Dean," John said standing in the doorway.

"Daddy,"excitingly Dean said running into his daddy's arms.

"Hey, kiddo," John easily picked up his eldest son. "What do you say, Dean, do you think that Sammy's big enough to be tossed around like a football?"

"No, daddy," Dean giggled.

"You got him," Mary asked walking out of the room. John nodded to her.

"Yeah," John looked over at his now, 6 month old baby lying in his crib. "Goodnight, Sammy."

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John wrapped up his baby in all his blankets and rushed out of the nursery. He saw his oldest coming out of his room.

"Daddy," Dean cried out.

"Take your brother out of here as fast as you can," John ordered.

"But, daddy -"

"Now, Dean! Go!"

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Walking towards the car, John looked over at his sons. Dean was holding Sammy's hand and Sammy's holding a plane that was just too big for him. He knew that they really couldn't afford that toy, but he could tell that Sam really wanted it.

Anyway, who's to say that a father can't spoil their kids sometimes? After the cards they had been dealt, John felt the boys needed to have a little bit of fun.

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Finally, they were getting some much needed rest in an actual comfy bed. No hard, itchy sheets. Soft sheets. Soft bed. This ideal comfort. Bobby was letting them crash at his house for the weekend. John knew that the boys would be excited. Especially with the surprise that he had in store for them.

Sam and Dean needed to have a little bit of normal. And what could be more normal than taking the boys to their first Halloween party.

Laying in the bed, he could hear the sound of the door to his bedroom opening up. Within seconds John felt the air forcibly leave his lungs from impact when his baby boy came running in the room and jumping on his chest.

"Thank you. Thank you, daddy," and overly excited curly head boy said jumping up and down on his dad's bed.

John got out of the bed and, in one swift motion, grabbed his baby boy and hoisted him over his shoulder and walked out of the room. Walking down stairs, John saw Bobby and Dean in the kitchen. He walked in with the precious bundle over his shoulder.

"Does this belong to you?"

"Sorry, dad," Dean said smiling.

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John's heart just broke into a million pieces. He looked down at the sealed envelope in his hand and back up at his youngest son. Sam wanted to leave. He wanted to go to school. Part of him wanted to be happy for his son, but another knew he wouldn't be protected. He would be alone. That, John just couldn't abide in that. His temper got the best of him and he said some words in anger that completely stopped his sons. He gave Sam and Dean an ultimatum and stood back and watched. John knew how it would play out. He knew that Dean would pick Sam and Sam would do whatever Dean said was okay. After that, it was only his hurt pride that kept him from getting in touch with Sam these last few years.

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"They raped him."

Those three horrible words re-played in John's mine for a short while. John couldn't believe it. Who would hurt his baby like this? There were so many questions that needed to be answered. But not right now.

John looked over at Grant. The other man just shrugged his shoulders. This made John see red.

"Boys will be boys," John heard Grant say standing next to him.

Before Grant could say anything else, John swung the butt of his shotgun and hit Grant across the face. The man fell in an unceremonious heap towards the floor.

When the last of the immediate threat was neutralized, John walked over to his sons, slowly. He could see that Dean's legs were constantly shaking. He knew that he had to get over there or both of his sons would be on the floor soon.

"Sammy. Dean," John's voice was quiet so he would not scare them.

Sam's arms tighten around his brother's neck.

"It's alright, Sammy," Dean said soothingly. "It's just dad."

"Dad's going to be mad," Sam mumbled in Dean's neck.

"No," John could tell Dean's voice was getting strained. He was in pain. "Dad's not going to be mad. Not at you."

"Or you," John said slowly placing his hand on Sam's back, looking at Dean. "We need to go."

Dean nodded.

"Sammy," Dean said closing his eyes. "Do you think you can walk?"

Sam didn't answer. He just gripped Dean tighter.

"Sammy," Dean looked over his brother's shoulder looking at their dad. "Sam, dad is here. Go with him."

Sam shook his head in Dean's neck.

"Sammy," Dean's voice starts straining. "S'my I can't."

Sam, hearing the strain in his brother's voice, scared him. He stepped back a little. Not enough to separate, but enough for Sam to look at his older brother's face.

"Dean," Sam called out.

"Sam," John said standing beside both his sons. "We need to go. You boys need a hospital."

Sam turned to his father, panic rising in his chest.

"No," Sam practically yelled. "Dean promised. No hospitals."

"Sam," John's voice was low and calm. "Look at your brother. He's bleeding. He needs a doctor. Don't you want to help your brother?"

Sam looked from his dad to his brother. Seeing the blood on Dean scared Sam more.

"Dean?"

"Just me, S'my," Dean slurred. "I pr'mise."

John put his hand over Sam's hands that were still gripping his older brother's shirt.

"Let him go, Sammy," John's voice was low and soothing. It had been a long time since he talked like that to his sons. "It will be alright. I got him."

John pried Sam's fingers from Dean's shirt, then after wrapping an arm around his son's waist he half walked half carried Dean out of the garage. Sam, still in shock of seeing the blood on Dean, just stood in the middle of the garage.

A minute later, John walked back in the garage, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Sammy," John called out.

He walked up to his youngest. His heart just broke looking at his son. Sam was standing in front of him with tears in his eyes.

"Dad," Sam whispered.

"I'm right here, son."

"Please don't be mad at me any more."

"Oh, son," John put his hand on Sam's shoulder and pulled him into an embrace. Sam tensed up, but relaxed in his father's embrace.

"I could never be angry with you."

"B-but, dad..."

"Never," John cut the mumblings of his son's words from his shoulder. "I was a fool. But I'm not angry with you."

"I'm sorry, dad," Sam sobbed in his father's shoulder.

"Nothing to be sorry for," John said just holding his baby. John raised his eyes to the Heavens.

Oh Mary, I've hurt our son. I'm so sorry, my love, John thought, tears threatening to fall from his eyes.

TBC

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