I apologize for taking a very long time with this chapter. Between work and school and of course homework, I haven't had much time to write, but finally an update is among us. I hope you like this chapter.

Note: you might need tissues for this chapter!

Sam sat on his bed staring at his hands. Dean sat across from him and remained silent waiting for Sam to says something. After a few minutes he gently reached over and took Sam's hands in his causing Sam to flinch a bit.

"Hey look at me," Dean said softly.

Sam looked up before looking down again. Dean put two fingers under Sam's chin and forced Sam to look at him.

"Whatever you say, No matter what it won't change how I feel about you okay?"

Sam nodded, "It's just…so much I don't know where to start."

"Start from the beginning," Dean said gently.

Sam nodded again, "My parents worked a lot. I mean, when I was younger, it seemed like they worked all the time so we were left with Jeff. Our older brother. Jared and I didn't mind because we loved Jeff, we looked up to him and he took good care of us," Sam paused. "I was six when it first started."

Dean frowned, "When what started?"

Sam looked at Dean sadly before playing with the threads of his shirt. Dean's frown deepened and he took Sam's hand into his, "Sammy?"

Sam looked up as Jeff came into his room. It was night time so he thought something happened to mommy and daddy.

"Jeff? Are mommy and daddy okay?"

Jeff nodded, "They're fine kiddo," he said as he went over and sat on the edge of Sam's bed.

"Oh. What's wrong?"

Jeff laughed, "Nothing Sam. I just was thinking how big you're getting."

Sam scowled, "You woke me up for that? Jeff, what are you doing?"

"Touching you. What does it look like? Now be quiet."

Sam shook his head, "At first it was light touches on my chest and then he would go further. The more I protested and complained of it hurting, the harder he did it while telling me to shut up. He…did things to me that no teenager should ever do to a six year old boy."

Dean needed to know what those things were, "Sammy, what did Jeff do to you?"

Sam licked his lips and looked down for a moment before looking up at Dean with tears filling in his eyes, "He…would touch my cock, and he would finger me."

"And you never told anyone?"

Sam shook his head, "I was afraid."

~J2/W2~

Jensen frowned looking over at Jared in the driver's seat, "Will they be okay you think?"

Jared nodded, "Yeah. We just have to see how Dean will feel after Sam tells him everything. And it's a lot to tell."

Jensen looked out the window and frowned, "Dean loves Sam. I've seen it. There's no way that this could tear them apart."

Jared shook his head, "Jen, you have no idea what Sam's telling Dean. This could affect their relationship."

Jensen frowned but said nothing as he continued to look out the window.

~J2/W2~

"For two years all he did was touch me. I never understood why, but that's all he did. I know I probably should've gone and told Jared, but I didn't want to get Jared into trouble. When I turned eight is when it got worse."

Sam immediately backed up against the wall when Jeff came in the room just like he always did. Sam opened his mouth to say something to Jeff but instead of telling Sam to shut up like normal, Jeff slapped Sam across the face.

Sam was shocked, "Jeff…"

"Shut the fuck up!" Jeff yelled grabbing Sam and roughly turning him over onto his stomach.

Sam whimpered. This wasn't uncommon when Jeff would finger him, but tonight it felt different. Jeff tore Sam's pajama bottoms off his brother and without warning or any kind of prep shoved his cock inside. Sam screamed with the pain.

Jeff growled and grabbed Sam's boxers and shoved them in Sam's mouth, "Will you fucking shut it!"

Sam cried against the gag as Jeff kept pushing his cock in and out of his body. He didn't know what he was doing and he didn't care. All that mattered was that it hurt and he wanted it to stop. He didn't know how long Jeff went for but soon he heard Jeff grunt and something wet filled his body.

Jeff climbed off of Sam and handed him his clothes, "Clean yourself up, and I swear to god you better not tell anyone about this."

Sam just cried.

Sam was crying, "That's when I stopped talking. I was afraid I might slip up and tell and I didn't want to find out what would happen if I told. I knew Jared was worried about me because I became more and more withdrawn. As hard as he tried, I didn't tell. My parents didn't even try to figure out what happened."

Dean opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. He sighed and shook his head.

Sam continued, "It went like that for years. Every night Jeff would come in my room and rape me. He smacked me around, call me his whore, but I stopped responding. I mean what was the use? I finally got my freedom when I turned eighteen. Jared and I had gotten accepted to college in California. Mom and dad threw me a big party to congratulate us both."

Sam gave a small chuckle, "I remember there being a lot of tears from mom and Megan, my little sister. I could tell Jeff was angry that I would be gone but I was ecstatic to finally leave his hold. Jared and I packed up our things and we left. On the way there as we drove, that's when I told him everything with Jeff."

Dean wiped his face and shook his head, "Damn. I bet he wanted to kick Jeff's ass right?"

Sam chuckled and nodded, "He was ready to turn the car around and I told him no. But let's take a break and get some food before I continue."

Dean frowned, "Shit there's more?"

Sam nodded, "You wanted to know everything so I'm gonna tell you everything."

Dean nodded, "Right. Yeah then let's get some food."

~J2/W2~

Sometime later the boys found themselves on the couch making out. Dean ran his fingers through Sam's hair and Sam winced.

"Mm, Dean, wait."

Dean groaned and backed up, "What?"

"I need to tell you the rest," Sam said softly.

Dean looked at him, "Okay."

Sam gave a small smile, "I'll try to make it short."

"Okay."

Sam sighed, "So school started out fine and I felt safer with Jared with me but then he transferred to a college closer to home. I don't remember why, but I thought I'd be okay without my twin. Man was I wrong."

"You know why I called you in here Sam?" Michael asked.

"Uh…not really."

Michael laughed, "God you're cute. I saw you in class and man I couldn't stop staring at you."

Sam internally freaked out. He started to slowly back up toward the door. Michael advanced.

"You're cute. Don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt you."

Sam tried to run but Michael grabbed him and tackled him down to the ground. Sam whimpered as flashes of what Jeff did to him flashed in his mind. He struggled against Michael, but the harder he struggled, the tighter Michael's hold became.

"Michael, please," Sam whimpered.

"I have to Sam. You know you want it. A pretty whore like you. I'm sorry but I have to."

Michael stripped Sam and climbed on top of him before shoving into his body causing him to scream. The more Sam cried and begged for Michael to stop, the harder Michael raped him. He didn't stop until he came inside Sam. He then climbed off of Sam and left him on the floor shaking as he headed into the shower. When he came out Sam was struggling to sit up and cover himself.

"Why?" Sam asked with tears running down his face.

Michael looked at him, "Because I had to. You are too cute not to pass up."

Sam shook his head as he struggled to his feet to get to his room and soak his sore body.

"I'm sorry Sam," Michael said softly.

Sam turned to look at Michael just in time to see him put a gun in his mouth and shoot himself. Sam screamed and ran out of the room.

"That was the second time I stopped speaking. And no matter what anyone did, I couldn't bring myself to talk about that night. I was so ashamed and horrified."

"But babe, you didn't do anything wrong."

Sam shook his head, "I know but I felt like it was my fault Michael killed himself."

Dean frowned, "Who was Michael?"

"My TA for introductory to Law."

"The rest of my years went fine and I graduated with honors and was accepted to a law school back home in Texas. I was afraid to return home but I missed my family so I went. The minute I returned home did Jeff start his assault on me and it was worse than before I went to college. He would rape me all hours of the night and if there was a night we were home alone, he'd beat me with a belt, once he handcuffed me to the bed and did whatever he wanted with me. I mean at this point, I was older and I figured I was stronger so I could fight back."

"And did you?"

"The first night I tried to fight back…I remember waking up and my cock hurt, my balls hurt, my ass hurt, I had bruises all along my chest and back."

"Shit," Dean whistled.

"He used to give me the warning that if I told anyone not only would he hurt me worse or kill me, but he'd do the same to Jared. I didn't want that to happen so I kept my mouth shut."

"How did Jared find out?"

"I don't know. I just remember one night mom and dad were working late, Jared had gone out on a date with Genevieve and Megan was staying the night at her friend's house. Jeff was free to do his normal torture to me. I remember the door being thrown open and Jared standing there looking angry. He pulled Jeff off me and they wrestled. He said something to Jeff, but I can't remember what. The next day me and him were moving out."

Mom, dad and Megan didn't really understand, but Jared told them that we needed to be on our own. Mom refused saying that I was mute and lazy and wouldn't be able to pay my own way. In a way she was right. I was mute. I hadn't spoken for so long I didn't know how."

Dean blew out a breath, "Shit Sammy."

Sam began to play with the hem of his shirt, "I know that was a lot to take in and I'll understand if you need time to decide if you still wanna be with me after all of what you heard."

Dean looked at Sam and forced Sam to look at him, "Sammy, I need you to listen closely because I'm a no chick-flick type of guy and I'm actually dropping that rule for right now. Not to mention you probably won't hear me say some of things I'm gonna say to you again. You went through so much shit and I admire you for staying strong. I don't know how you did it, but you did. And, I admire you for that. All that you told me doesn't make me not wanna be with you. In fact, it makes me want to be with you more. I love you Sammy and I'm glad that you told me."

Sam looked at Dean, "But…I was always told that no one would want someone like me."

Dean frowned, "What do you mean someone like you?"

"Someone who is tainted and broken."

Dean gave a shallow chuckle, "Sam, baby, you aren't broken and you may be tainted but you really think that matters to me? Trust me, okay? I now know how badly you've been hurt and I promise we'll take it slow."

Sam nodded, "Okay. Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you too."

TBC...