This is crazy, I never expected this to go on this long! Its pretty fun though. I really appreciate all the reviews and can't wait to get more!
On with the show!

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Sam turned from the closed orange motel door to face his friends. Their faces were grim and their eyes were fixed suspiciously on him. Sam began to feel uneasy as he rummaged his mind for an explanation, any explanation, but none came.

He knew what they must have thought, it wasn't the first time someone had reached this conclusion. He knew it looked like child abuse, but John would never hit them, Never!

Sam stared blankly at his friends, maybe if he just stood there long enough they would go away.

"Sam," Jill said expectantly. "What's going on?"

Sam opened his mouth then shut it again.

"Sam."

Sam sighed a heavy sigh; here it goes. "Well…we um…we found Dean." Sam blurted out the last part quickly.

"When was he missing?" Sandy asked in a shocked voice.

"When he didn't come to school." Sam looked down.

"That was like a week ago!" Eric said loudly.

Sam nodded.

"He's been missing all that time?"

Nod.

"Sam, why didn't you tell us?" Sandy asked breathless. "We would have helped you."

Sam chuckled, shook his head and looked up. "You couldn't have helped."

His friend looked bewildered. "What do you mean?" Megan asked.

Sam chuckled again, "Nothing, never mind."

Just then the door behind Sam swung open and John stood in the doorway, covered in Dean's blood.

"Sam." He said urgently "I need you to come in and hold him down."

"How many does he need?" Sam asked, referring to Dean's stitches.

John shook his head tiredly, "I don't know, but it looks pretty bad."

Sam turned back to his friends.

"We'll wait here." Mike said stubbornly.

Sam sighed and followed his father back into the motel room closing the door behind him.

Dean was lying on his bed. His eyes were closed and his face was contorted with pain. Sam walked over to his brother and gently touched his arm, Dean flinched.

"Alright," John said once he had gotten the needle threaded. "I'm going to stitch the front and side up first then I'll do the back."

Sam lifted Dean gingerly and sat behind him, bracing himself for when he started to struggle.

"Ready?" John asked.

Sam nodded.

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Dean was throbbing all over and he knew it was only going to get worse when his father started the stitches. John pulled Dean's skin together and Dean gritted his teeth. When he felt the cold tip of the needle against his skin his heart beat quickened, anticipating the pain that was less than seconds away.

He felt the cold metal pierce his skin and slide through and he couldn't hold it in any longer, he let out a short yell of pain that became louder when John pulled the string taught, pulling on the wound. He tried to struggle, but it only increased the pain everywhere else.

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Sam's friends were sitting on the curb, they had hear Dean's cries of pain and wondered frightfully what was going on inside the motel room. Suddenly the door behind them opened and Sam came running out.

"Erik," he said urgently. "You have you van here don't you?"

"Yah." Erik said curiously.

"Can you take me to the store?"

"The store? Yah, but why?"

"I need some thread."

Seeing his friends confused faces he said he would explain on the way.

"Alright, but you might want to get a jacket." Erik said gesturing to the bit of blood on Sam's shirt.

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Once Sam and his friends had piled into Erik's van they immediately started bombarding him with questions. Sam still didn't know how to answer most of them, but he knew there was no way out, he had to try to explain. Of course he couldn't tell the complete truth, but he could tell them enough.

On the way to the store Sam explained that Dean had been captured by some people whom they had crossed in a town a couple years back. He told them that he and his father had searched for Dean during the week and only that morning had found him in a abandoned cabin deep in the forest. When asked, Sam said he didn't know how the injuries had happened, he said that they were there when the found him. He also said that they didn't call the police because they had been told that Dean would be killed if they did.

"So why do you need thread?" a white faced Lilly asked.

"Stitches." Sam said simply.

"Why don't you just take him to the hospital?" Kyle asked.

"Because it's too dangerous."

"Could…or would they go there?" Sandy asked fearfully.

Sam nodded, "They could and they would."

"So now that you've found Dean why don't you call the police?" Jared asked.

"Its still to dangerous."

"Gee." Erik said as he pulled into a empty parking spot near the store's entrance.

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When Sam got back to the motel his friends followed him into the room. When they saw Dean their stomachs rose to their throats and they felt light headed. Sam quickly handed his father the thread and assumed his position behind Dean, to brace him.

Sam had told his friends that they probably wouldn't want to come in, "It gets pretty ugly." He said. But they insisted, so he said they could.

As John finished stitching Dean's side he noticed how Sam's friends seemed to be flinching. He knew that Sam had given them some sort of an explanation and that they were obviously ok with it, or at least they had accepted it.

Dean's side was done and now it was time to turn him over. As he and Sam turned Dean over as softly as they could Dean couldn't help but let out a low groan. There was a gasp from behind when Sam and Dean's friends saw Dean's back. It had long, deep scratches down it and they looked extremely painful. John began stitching right away.

Once the stitching was done, a long and painful process, Sam helped Dean into a shirt and onto his own clean, non blood covered bed.

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Dean was so tired and he had never felt so much pain in his life. He vaguely wondered why his friends were there, but he was too tired to really think about it. He wanted to once again slip into a deep, painless state of unconsciousness. But he was afraid to. He was afraid that if he did he would wake to find this was all a dream. The rescue, Sam, his father and even the stitches. He knew that you weren't supposed to be able to feel pain in dreams, but he was sure he had before.

He knew if he fell asleep he would just wake to find himself in the grimy, blood covered room with a Lipticon coming up the stairs to continue the nightly torture. He had only been there for a week, but if felt so much longer. It felt like each day had been a month, or even a year.

"Dean." Sam kneeled next to Dean and slid his hand under Dean's hand. Just the feeling of Sam's hand under his made Dean feel safer. He rolled his head to the side and looked at Sam through half opened eyes.

"Hey Dean, look who's here." He gestured behind him to their friends.

Dean blinked his hello to them.

"Hi Dean." Sandy said, coming forward toward his bed. "How are you feeling?"

Why is it that when you obviously are in pain or ill people ask you how you feel, isn't it obvious that you feel like crap. Dean wanted to say this, but found he didn't have the energy so he just blinked again.

Sandy nodded. "Perhaps we should go, let you get some sleep." She said. She turned to the rest of the friends and they walked toward the door promising they would come back later.

Dean let out a rather large sigh once his friends left, it made his chest hurt to do it, but he didn't care. He was safe at home with his father and brother. He closed his eyes and smiled, which also hurt, and slipped into the blissful sleep he had been longing for.

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That's all for now, please review and I'll update again next weekend!