Now that the holiday's are over I can have more time to update some of my older fics :)
Morning had come. Dean stared at his sleeping brother. Right now Sam looked too peaceful to move. He sighed. He might as well admit it. He couldn't move Sammy to the hospital. He just...couldn't. He'd take better care of his brother than those doctors ever would. He sat next to his brother and ran his fingers through his hair. His body tightened as he remembered watching Tony rape Sammy in front of him. Tears cascaded down his cheeks and his body shook.
Witnessing his brother being raped was unbarable, and yet he and bared it somehow. He had bared it for Sammy. And he would bare it again. He couldn't let his brother see him like he was as this moment. See him weak and vulnerable. He had to be strong, for Sammy. Like always.
He went to the bathroom and slapshed water over his face. He heard his brother moving around in the other room. He hurried back before Sam could think he was alone. Sam glanced at him rather dully now. Almost catatonic like. Dean didn't like how empty his eyes were.
"Hey, Sammy," he said. He sat next to his brother, still debating on whether or not they should go to the hospital. He touched Sam on the shoulder. Sam jerked away.
"Whoa, whoa!" Dean raised his hands. "It's just me, Sammy. I'm not gonna hurt you. No one is." He placed his hand on Sam's shoulder again. His good one, of course. Sam stiffened, but didn't jerk away. He sighed.
"You hungry?" Sam said nothing. Responded to nothing. It really was as if he was catatonic.
"Maybe I should order in," Dean mused. That way he wouldn't have to leave for grocery shopping. "You like Chinese right? It's around lunch time. You should eat something."
Again, no response. Sam just sat there. This made him more than a little nervous. It was pretty clear to him that Sammy was in shock. And not a simple state of shock, but a very serious one. He was just out of it.
Quickly Dean ordered, taking his mind momentarily off of the situation. Impatiently he paced across the room.
"How long does it take to get some fucking Chinese food around here?!" He growled when they were a couple of minutes late. He heard a sob form in Sam's throat and realized his tone must have frightened Sam. "Oh Sammy," he sighed. "I'm sorry. I'm not mad at you, honest." He closed his eyes. More and more he wanted revenge on Tony. To kill the bastard for what he did for his brother. For breaking him. Suddenly the door knocked. He quickly answered it and payed the delivery man and hurried back to the beds.
"Well we got your favorites," Dean said, pulling the boxes out. "You like sesame noodles, right?" He looked at Sam in some hopes of a response. Still nothing. He handed Sam the box. "Come on now, Sammy, you can feed yourself-right?"
Still nothing. Sighing he dipped the fork into the noodles and told Sam to open. Sam obeyed. Teary eyed he told him to chew and swallow. Finally Sam finished the box, but Dean had to tell him what to do each time. His brother was definantly catatonic. It was more than a little obvious that the ordeal of being raped to save your brother was almost too much for him. If it had gone on any longer, it would have killed him.
He needed help. Not the hospital, they'd make it worse. He needed someone who knew about them. About their life style. He needed Bobby. As he unfolded the story to the older hunter, Bobby listened in horrified shock.
"I'll be right there," he promised.
Dean nodded.
"Thanks Bobby," he whispered. "We really need someone right now. Sammy...Sammy's in really bad shape. I'm not doing too hot myself."
"I'll be there," Bobby assured him. Dean nodded, and hung up.
"Did you hear that, Sammy?" He asked, hoping to get some kind of reaction out of him. "Bobby's coming."
Still nothing. The next hour was torture. Dean tried Everything to get Sammy to react to something. Get him to snap back into reality. But nothing worked. Now that Sam woke he had just sat there, stone like. It scared Dean more than a little.
Finally the door knocked. Quickly, and eagerly, Dean opened it.
"Bobby thank-" He started to say, but stared in horror as he saw Tony standing in front of him. Tony's eyes flashed black.
"Well aren't you two hard ones to find?" Tony growled, before thrusting his hands around Dean's neck and throwing him against the wall. Than he turned and advanced towards Sam who started to sob and shout in fear...
Yes, a little bit of a mean cliffie, but to make sure I get reviews is all! Yes, Dean might have been a bit of an idiot for not checking on who it was first but I still wanted it to be a surprise like this. And in his defense, he thought it was bobby :)