Confessions, Fear, Apologies, and Promises

A/N: I know it's been awhile since I've updated. But hopefully this is a good chapter. A little scared and untrusting Dean.

They got back from the movies and waved to Bobby before going upstairs. Sam was already planning on trapping Dean and making him keep his promise. Sam got Dean into the room and pushed him onto the bed before crawling on top of him and fingering his abs. Dean blushed but responded as Sam started to kiss him.

"Tell me." Sam whispered.

"Tell you what?" Dean asked.

"What you really think about Dad. You told me you'd tell me, Deanie."

"You want to know? I think Dad is-" Kiss. "A total-" Kiss. "Asshole."

"You know what? I think-" Kiss. "So-" Kiss. "Too."

"I know you do. If you want to hear more, get off of me."

Sam climbed off and Dean snuggled up to him. Sam anxiously awaited more, wanting to know what else his dad had done to his lover behind closed doors. He swore that one day he'd have revenge on John for fucking up Dean's life more than it was already destine to be.

"Where do you want me to start?" Dean asked.

"What's the worst thing he's ever done to you?" Sam asked.

"What do you mean? Publically or when we were alone?"

"Either."

"Well, you know the worst thing he did to me in private…I don't know about in public. There was the time I wet the bed and he made me wear a diaper to school. Though, I got lucky. Everyone noticed, and they all made fun of me, but we left town that day."

"That's horrible, Dean. Why didn't you stick up for yourself?"

"It's hard to when he's the closest thing you have to a guardian and protector. And it's really hard when he practically watches your every move."

"I'm so sorry, Dean. I'm sorry I didn't understand sooner. I'm sorry I didn't help."

"Not your fault, Sam. I'm really tired, so, uh, I'm gonna go change, okay?"

"Sure, Sweetpea. I love you."

"I-I love you, too, Buttercup."

Dean quickly changed and went back into the room. He got in bed and snuggled up next to his Sammy. Sam cuddled him, running the back of his hand across Dean's smooth, yet rugged and scarred face. Sam wondered what those where from. He ghosted Dean's lips and cupped Dean gently. Dean bucked and looked at Sam fearfully.

"N-no. Nonononono! Sammy, no! Don't! Please! I'm sorry!" Dean yelled, jumping out of bed and running downstairs.

Sam hurriedly went after Dean. He found him in the corner of the living room, curled into a ball, rocking back and forth, and humming Hey Jude. Sam noticed Bobby was near Dean, trying to talk to him. Dean kept trying to go further into the corner, trying to distance himself from the older man.

"Dean? Hey, Dean, it's okay. I'm so sorry if I took it too far, I didn't mean to." Sam said.

"No, Sammy. Not again-" Dean whispered.

"I know, Dean. I wasn't trying—I'm so sorry, baby. I swear, if you don't want to make love anymore, it's fine. I won't push you."

"Sammy, no more. I-I can't disappoint him. I don't want the belt again. Can't be with you. Have to hunt—only thing I'm good at."

"Shhhh, its okay, Dean. Dad can't hurt you anymore. It's just me and you, and I promised to protect you. I WILL keep you safe."

Dean looked up at Sam with tearful, fearful, and untrusting eyes. Sam's heart broke. He should have known something like that would set him off. He cupped him, and it probably brought back memories from when John raped him. Sam reached out to touch Dean's shoulder, and was surprised that Dean didn't retreat.

"Sorry, Sam. I'm acting like a bitch. I didn't mean it, you just-" Dean started.

"Scared you a little? It's okay, Dean. I'm sorry, too. I shouldn't have done that. I'm gonna do something for you."

"What can you do for me?"

"I'm going to make you a promise. I promise to take care of you, protect you, listen to you, and help you in every way possible."

"Okay, Sammy."

"Come on, let's get to bed. We've got school tomorrow."

Sam helped Dean up and they headed to bed. Sam got in bed with Dean and wrapped his arms around him, smiling when Dean snuggled into the crook of his neck.

"Goodnight, angel." Sam whispered, kissing Dean's hair.

"Goodnight, my Sammy- Sam." Dean whispered back.