Broken Promises, Uncovered Secrets

Broken Promises, Uncovered Secrets

Summary. . . . . . . Things have been tough for Sam in the years following his abuse at the hands of the Burton's, yet one thing remained a constant, his family. One sentence said in fear and anger though has taken even that security away from him. Now someone knows his deepest secret and Sam's having to deal with it all alone. Sequel to Months To Rebuild, Seconds To Destroy. Rated K.

Disclaimer. . . . . . Mistakes are mine, the guys unfortunately are not.

A.N. . . . . . . I'm so, so, so sorry for the extra long wait between this chapter and the last. As some of you will know I got sidetracked writing another fic for a very good friend, and then I struggled to get motivated on this one again. I'm back now though and I hope this chapter makes up for the delay.

Sam urgently tried to move the rocks that were blocking his only escape route, the sharp edges tearing into the soft flesh of his fingers, but he didn't feel the pain, didn't see the blood, just heard the footsteps and saw the torchlight getting closer and closer. Although trying to work silently, still hoping that the guy would turn back, Sam couldn't help the scream that tore from his lips as one of the dislodged rocks slipped from his hands and dropped onto one of his bare feet, the crack that came from the limb loud and resounding in the tight confines. Sam crumpled to the floor, defeat evident in both his eyes and his posture. It was no use, he wasn't getting out, he wasn't getting through the blockage, he was doomed, destined to be played with once more.

The old doubts began to surface within Sam yet again. This would never have happened to Dean, or his Dad. They would never have allowed themselves to be captured not once, not even twice, but three times. He didn't deserve to carry the name Winchester, he was weak, he was stupid, he was a coward cowering in a corner, he was everything a Winchester wasn't. So lost in his melancholy thoughts, Sam never noticed that the light had gotten even closer, it only registering in his head as it was shone into his eyes, forcing him to blink rapidly, the action of which broke into his mind.

"Sam?" A voice spoke out. "Sammy, Sammy, Sammy. Why did you run, Sam? They always say the guilty ones run. Are you guilty of hurting my brother? Are you guilty of killing Corey?"

Sam looked up at the mention of that name. Why was it familiar to him? What did it mean? A flash of fragmented memories raced across Sam's mind, a room, naked, Dean hurt, a guy, he tried to hold onto it but it danced away leaving him bewildered and confused. He tried to dredge it up again to see if more details emerged but it was useless, the images seeming to tease him from the edge of his mind but no matter how hard he tried he just couldn't seem to reach them, only intensifying the headache he already had.

"Answer me Sam! Did you slice my brother's face? Did you pull the trigger of the gun that shattered his wrist? Did you?"

"I don't know. . . . . I don't know what you are talking about. Who's your brother? Who's Corey? Why are you doing this to. . . . . . ."

Sam's confused, scared words were cut off as Joe turned the gun sharply and sent the butt end crashing into his face. "I know you were there. I have the pictures to prove it. You destroyed my brother's life, he didn't die like Corey, but you might as well have killed him for what he has become. He used to be so vibrant, so full of life, my best friend, my hero; but then you came along and he got involved in your sordid games. He's not like that any more, he's no longer any fun and it's all your fault." Joe paused as he threw his wallet at Sam. "Look at the pictures in there." Joe waited, pushing the muzzle of the gun into Sam's temple when he made no move to look. "Look at them Sam!" Joe watched again as this time Sam, with trembling hands, opened the wallet. "They're who you destroyed. I see that you recognize them, that you know who they are, it's written all over your face."

Sam had gasped as he opened the wallet, the smiling faces glancing back at him were so familiar, but why? He gasped again as memories long since forgotten and stored deep inside came rushing back, assaulting his mind, tears leaking unabated down his cheeks as they forced him to remember what had happened all those years ago. He rocked back and forth as Sherry's face came into his mind, but there was something different, she looked the same, but she smelt differently. Sam looked wide eyed at Joe when the reality finally hit with enough force to knock the air from his lungs. "It was someone else. It was someone else. It was someone else." Sam mumbled, whilst inside yet another war raged. Why had Dean lied? Why had Dean kept the truth from him? Why hadn't Dean told him?

Joe watched silently as Sam broke before him. Again he was doubting what he was doing; Sam wasn't turning out to be the big, bad guy he had always envisioned him to be; in fact he was beginning to look more and more like then victim in all of this, but if that was the case then that would mean Paul had willingly participated in Sam's terror and abuse. But Paul was Joe's hero big brother, the guy that would do anything to make sure Joe was happy. He couldn't have done those things willingly, could he? No! Joe thought to himself. No,no,no,no,no,no! It was Sam's fault, it had to be. His resolve steeled once again he turned his gun back Sam's way.

"I'm going to make you pay for what you've done. I'm going to make sure that your disgusting ways never hurt anyone again. I'm going to send you straight back to the hell you belong in."

Pulling his finger back on the trigger, Joe released the hammer of the gun. In the small, tight confines the sound of a single gunshot rang out.

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Caleb had called Dean as soon as he had spotted Joe entering the woods, the elder Winchester brother sprinting from the dorm before the older hunter had even finished, not even waiting to explain to the others what had been said. Rushing back the way they had all gone earlier, Dean prayed that Caleb was right, that he had found Joe. When he reached the woods he searched around frantically for the clues he knew instinctively Caleb would have left for him. Finding them easy enough he started to follow them, the feeling of dejavu washing over him as he trod once again the path that had led them to no where previously. As Caleb's clues led to the hidden doorway, Dean spared a quick thought to the fact that they had been so close, before pushing it away, it would not help him now. Lifting the door he quickly made his way into the darkness below.

Pulling a small maglight from his pocket, Dean switched it on, the beam lessening the darkness somewhat as he started making his way down the tunnel and to what he hoped would be Sam, his skin crawling as he thought of his baby brother hurt, confused and alone down here with that maniac. He had gone less than thirty feet when he heard the shouts coming from ahead of him, his first instinct was to cover the light from his torch to avoid detection, but as the shouts faded and moved away from his position, his overwhelming need to save Sam kicked in and he hurried all the faster down the shaft, still trying his hardest to keep from making any noise.

Reaching a small square hallway Dean listened for movement before he quickly panned the torchlight around noticing the five other passageways and the door that stood directly in front of him. Reaching around to his back waistband Dean pulled out his gun and released the safety. Slowly, deliberately, carefully he inched towards the door. Upon reaching it he painstakingly began to turn the handle and nudge it open. Dean's heart dropped to his stomach as he recognized the room for the web cast, dropping even further when he noticed it was now standing empty.

Nausea rose when he caught sight of the chair that Sam was not long ago tied to, knifed and beaten on, the bloody ropes that now hung loosely around the arms, and the pool of crimson that nestled between the legs. Dean turned away from the scene before him, his brain registering the fact that he had spent too much time looking at the empty room. Sam was out there, and Sam was injured, badly. He needed to find his brother, now. As he stepped back into the hallway, Dean unknowingly was faced with the same reaction Sam had previously been faced with, which tunnel to take. He went to turn to the right, stopping and dropping his torch in shock as a gunshot rang out.

"Sammy! Nooooooooo."

A.N. . . . . . . Sorry about the cliffie and about the short chapter, I just needed to get something out there. I'll try and make the next one longer. As always thanks for reading, catch you soon, Peanut x