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Sam is 10, Dean is 15

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WARNING: There's a scene of sexual assault towards the end. It's mild in description, but it's obvious what's going on.

This chapter was VERY hard to write... you'll have to review and let me know what you think :)

Enjoy chapter eleven!


Mary felt like her body was floating in something dizzy. She didn't know how that worked, but that's what if felt like. Her right shoulder and neck felt bruised and slightly cramped, but otherwise she felt no other injury.

As her consciousness slowly crept back to her, she started to see a blurred outline of her surroundings. Or, a pair of jeans.

"What...?" Mary whispered, trying to find coherency. She blinked a couple times, trying to clear her eyes of the seemingly milky film that covered them. When her eyes finally started to focus and her awareness was back to normal she quickly assessed the situation.

She was tied to a chair, arms tied securely behind her back, legs tied tightly to the legs of the chair. Mary sighed as she silently cursed herself. After all these years, her old hunting habits have worn off, and that's including carrying a knife with her at all times. Though whoever brought her here probably searched her before she woke up anyway.

She slowly lifted her head off her chest, twisting it side to side to get rid of the kinks that had formed in her neck. The muscle on the side of her neck cramped painfully at the movement.

"Ahh... our guest is awake."

Thick southern accent. It was the same guy as before. Mary looked up and quickly surveyed her surrounding. "An old mangy motel..." Mary said. "Definitely hunters."

The man and woman were sitting at a small table in the middle of the room. The woman was thin and wearing jeans a low cut shirt, which Mary thought was highly unwise considering the woman's skin condition. The man wore jeans and flannel. They both wore quizzical looks. "You a hunter?" the man asked.

Mary scoffed. "Not anymore."

The man chuckled. "Obviously." He stood up and grabbed a beer from a bag.

"So who are you?" Mary asked.

"We're hunters, obviously. On a job."

Mary's eyes narrowed. "Sam and Dean? Is that your job?"

The woman raised an eyebrow and looked at her husband. "You know about them? About what they can do?"

"Yes," Mary said tersely. "And I can't believe you would want to hurt them."

"'Them'?" the woman said surprised. "What do you mean them?"

Mary frowned. "I'm... not quite sure I understand... Don't you mean to hurt Sam and Dean?"

The woman laughed in disbelief. "What?! I would never hurt Dean!" She exclaimed. "I love that boy to the very core of his being. Almost as much as I love my Bret." She placed a hand on the man's shoulder. Her happy expression suddenly turned dark. "But that other one... he has some sort of... influence on Dean. Making Dean think things happened which aren't true."

Mary couldn't believe what she was hearing. This woman was accusing Sam of deceiving his brother. The same boy who couldn't even leave his brother's side for an length of time without being overcome by terror. But then Mary remembered what Missouri said, about people being attracted to Dean's 'light,' and repelled by Sam's 'dark.' These two seemed to be a perfect example of that. "What do you plan to do?" Mary asked carefully.

The woman smiled. "I plan to get my son back. And we'll deal with the other one accordingly."

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Dean pulled on Sam's arm, bringing his brother to a standing position, all the while never tearing his eyes from John.

"Dean..." John put his hands up in a non-threatening manner. "Dean, I swear. I'm not gonna -- "

Dean shook his head. "No." Then faster than anyone John's ever seen, Dean picked up his brother and ran up the stairs.

"Dean!" John quickly ran after him. He was half-glad Dean was carrying his brother. Sam was more than half Dean's size and made it difficult for Dean to run with his brother in his arms. Dean only made it a few steps down the hallway before John grabbed his arm.

"NO!" Dean screamed. He tried yanking himself from John's grip, but John kept a strong hold. "Let... Go... of... ME!"

John grabbed Dean's other arms and held him close. "Dean, I'm not gonna hand you over to them!"

Dean froze, John's words and the thoughts slowly seeping through his panic-ridden brain. Slowly, his body started to shake and soft sobs rose up in his throat. Surprised by this reaction, John let Dean go. Dean's body went limp and fell to the ground, partially curled up into a ball. Broken sobs broke loose, and soon Dean had no control. He sobbed and cried like the broken child he was, holding Sam so tightly it was a wonder Sam didn't burst.

Dean couldn't breathe. The Montegues. Bret. Julie. Oh god, Dean thought. Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh GOD! Forgotten memories suddenly flooded his vision, horrible memories that made his being shrivel, his stomach roll... He felt infected, invaded, violated. And the simple thought of being given back... Dean shook even harder. The sounds, the screams, the deadly and suffocating silence. He couldn't do it again. No, he'd kill Sam and himself before they'd go back.

Some sort of blind fear and panic flooded Sam's mind from Dean's. Sam's body shook and he sobbed bitterly in response. He had never felt his brother this way before. His brother? Panicking? Sam didn't understand and he didn't want to. He just wanted his brother to be okay. So just like his brother did for him so many times in the past, Sam weaved his way through Dean's panic and fear. When he finally found Dean, Sam simply placed himself next to Dean, and waited.

John watched as the boys completely broken down in front of him. He never thought he'd be so affected by something like this, but the sight of the angry, strong-willed teen being suddenly reduced to a broken child at the mere mention of certain people made John shake with rage. Whoever these Montegues were, they were going to suffer dearly for kidnapping his wife, and for traumatizing these boys.

John slowly knelt down next to the boys, trying carefully not to startle them. He carefully placed a hand on Dean's back. "Dean. I need your help. I'm not gonna hand you over to them, but I need to find a way to get my wife back." Dean didn't acknowledge him in anyway. John sighed. "I suppose I could call the police..."

"N-no..." Dean whispered.

John gripped Dean's shoulder. "Dean?"

Dean slowly shook his head. "The police can't help. You call them, you'll never find them." He turned a tear-stained face towards John, his mask barely in place. "They'll just slip away and disappear."

John swallowed. "Dean, how can I find them?"

Dean gave a hollow laugh. "And what exactly do you plan to do when you find them?"

John gave Dean a cold look. "Get Mary back, make those sons-of-bitches pay."

Dean shook his head, a cold smile on his face. "They'll be ready for you. They're always ready. They could be fucking each other and they'd be ready for you." Dean shook his head again, looking down at his brother. He slowly stood, bringing Sam up into a standing position with him. He sniffed and tried to wipe the evidence of tears off his face. "No, you wanna get Mary back, you're gonna need to take us with you."

Two hours later

John blew out a long breath. "This is one hell of a plan you've got, kid."

Dean shrugged. "It's the only one that might work."

John shook his head. "These people must be twisted..."

Dean squirmed in his seat a little, but didn't respond.

John sighed. "Alright, but before we do this, you have to come clean." Dean looked up at him in confusion. "At least about the Montegues."

Dean frowned. "What do you mean?"

John rubbed a hand over his face. "Look, I can't go in there blind. Not at all, there's too much at stake." John closed his eyes, regretting what he was about to ask. "I need to know what these guys did you and your brother."

Dean visibly paled and quickly said, "No you don't. Just stick to the plan..."

John shook his head, more adamantly this time. "What if something happens, Dean? I mentioned the Montegues and you ended up a mess up there!"

Dean glared at him. "I was fine. Just surprised."

John scoffed. "Right. But what if something like that happens when you see them. I need to know the potential risks before they come up."

"And what good, exactly, will knowing what's past help? What possible advantage could it give you!?"

"If I know, then I'll know what kinds of people they are and what I can expect from them!"

Dean just glared at John for a few seconds, hoping John would take back his request. But then Dean sighed and closed his eyes. "I guess that makes sense," he said quietly.

John nodded. "Alright then." He indicated to continue with a flip of his hand.

Dean sighed, his eyes going unfocused as the memories came back. "It was two years after Daemon was arrested. It was our forth foster home..."

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Eleven-year-old Dean pulled on the chains, doing nothing more than digging bloody grooves into his wrist. "Let me outta here!" Dean screamed. "Goddammit!" Dean stopped pulling on the chains when he felt a small trickle of blood go down his arm. Dean saw no point in getting out if he injured himself in the process.

The door to the small room opened, and the woman, Julie, his new foster mother, walked in and closed the door behind her. She wore a worried look on her face as she saw the state of Dean's wrists. "Oh sweetie...!"

Dean jumped back and shrank away from her as she reached for him. "Don't touch me, you bitch!"

Julie sighed. "I was afraid of this..." she whispered to herself.

"Where's Sam!?" Dean demanded. "Where is he!? If you don't tell me -- !"

Suddenly Julie grabbed Dean's face. "It's alright!" she assured. "I swear, everything's okay!"

Dean flinched. These feelings... her feelings. What were they? What was this strange sensation...?

"Bret warned me of this," she went on. "But it's okay now! Bret's taking care of Sam, and you should be back to normal in no time!"

Dean's stomach clenched. "What are you doing to Sammy?"

"Don't worry! He'll be taken care of...!"

"What are you gonna do to him!?" Dean shouted.

Julie frowned, "Oh Dean..." She came in closer to Dean and nuzzled his neck.

Dean jerked and tried to pull away. "W-what're you..."

Julie then pushed Dean against the wall hard, pressing her body against his. "I love you, so much, Dean... you have no idea..."

"W-what're you d-doing?!" Dean cried out. He tried to buck her off him, but she was too big and too strong.

Julie's hand went lower and started to undo Dean's jeans. Then she slowly lowered them and his boxers, caressing his leg along the way.

"S-stop..." Dean squirmed and tried to get away, but for some reason his struggles were waning off. "P-please..."

Julie quickly lowered her own jeans and underwear, then pressed herself against Dean, gripping the young boy's derriere. "Young and smooth..." she said breathlessly. "Oh Dean, I love you so much..."

A strange sensation was building in Dean's groin. As unwanted as it was, it was not... unpleasant.

Suddenly a scream ripped through the quiet and stabbed Dean straight in the chest.

"Sammy...!" Dean managed to say breathlessly as Julie rocked on him. His body started to get hot and he started to involuntarily moan. His thoughts were mangled, and his vision was unfocused as Julie continued press and play with Dean's body.

Julie gasped as she managed to mount Dean. "God, you're beautiful!" she exclaimed.

Dean screwed his eyes shut as his body started to explode with terrible pleasure and his brother's screams continued to ring in his ears.


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