Disclaimer: See chapter one
This is a extension of a sort from authoressnebula's Don't Say a Word. It's dark and graphic. So BE WARNED!
The next ep of Supernatural airs in 2 hours and 15 minutes!!! Unfortunately, it's a two parter so most likely all us fans will be screaming at the TV at 10 PM...
Enjoy chapter twelve!
"Where the hell is Bobby?"
Sam gave a small shrug, kind of relieved Bobby wasn't there. He might be able to figure out what I did.
"If he doesn't get back soon I'm gonna start worrying, and I hate worrying…"
"You worry all the time, Dean…" Sam said with a small smile.
"Yeah, well, I hate worrying when there's an actual reason to worry." Dean pointed to the food tray. "You need to eat that, Sam."
"'M not hungry…"
"Sam…"
"I'm not hungry!" He seriously wasn't. There was a mixture of feelings preventing his appetite. One being unworthiness, why the heck should I just sit here and get better when Dad punished me for a reason. The other being just sick. The mere thought of food made Sam want to throw up.
Dean sighed. C'mon Sam! Give me a freaking break here! "Just have a couple bites then I'll stop bugging you, okay!?"
"O-Okay," Sam stuttered as he looked down at his lap. Great, piss Dean off! You really that desperate to be alone!? Sam bit his lip to prevent his tears from spilling.
Dean saw Sam's switch to completely submissive behavior and he could have stuck his head in a vat of boiling water for being so stupid. Kid gets brutally raped for days by his father then you go and yell at him. Great job, Deano! Brilliant!
Dean lay a hand on Sam's and said, "Sorry, kiddo I didn't mean to snap at ya. I'm just worried about you. The skinnier you get the longer it's gonna take for you to heal."
"I… I-I d-don't think-k th-that I…" Sam stopped.
"You don't think that you what?"
Sam cursed himself as tears started to run down his face. "I… I don't th-think I d-deserve to… get better…"
Dean's eyes widened at the statement. "What?! The heck you talking about?! Of course you do!"
Sam started to sob as he shook his head. I can't tell him… As soon as he knows he'll leave. He'll punish me too, and leave. Not that I don't deserve it…
Seeing his brother starting to take a downhill turn, Dean got up and sat on the bed, pulling Sam towards him. "Sam, what happened to you is not your fault. You didn't do anything wrong…"
Sam clutched to Dean's jacket as he continued to sob. "I-I d-d-did! I-I-I sh-shouldn't-t have… I should've b-bee-en ab-ble t-to cont-trol myself…!"
"Oh, Sammy… It's not your fault your body reacted the way it did. It's something you just can't control…"
I should have tried harder… I should have been a better son instead of being a slut. I made Dad do those things and got exactly what I deserved…
Dean was trying desperately to hold back his own raging emotions. He wanted to sob with his brother, go find and kill John for doing this to his baby brother, and he wanted to fucking fix his brother. But Dean held his emotions back, knowing he needed to be strong for Sam. Sam needed a constant source of comfort that doesn't break down with him. Dean rocked his brother back in forth, trying to quiet his sobs.
"D-Dean…?"
"Yeah, Sammy?"
"Where's D-Dad…?"
Dean froze at the question. It sounded so innocent... Dean's heart practically broke at the begging manner of the question.
Dr. DeBeaux came in earlier while Sam was sleeping to let Dean know what was happening to his father. He was being treated. He went into shock from trauma to his testicles. He – unfortunately Dean thought – survived and besides the bruises is doing relatively fine. He's currently handcuffed to a bed in a secure room with a guard. (To Dean's disappointment, Dr. DeBeaux didn't tell him where.) He will go through a psych evaluation and things will go on from there.
"Not anywhere near here," Dean answered.
Good, Sam thought. That way I won't accidentally do it to him again.
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An hour later and Dean was serious getting worried about Bobby. He wanted to go search for him, but there was no he was going to leave his brother's side for an instant. Still…
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Knowing breaking in the hospital was not a great idea, Bobby decided to act like a 'civilian'… and go to a lawyer and see what his options were.
"You don't have any papers proving you're their relative?"
"No. There was a fire at their house about eleven years ago that destroyed all the papers and killed my sister." Bobby felt guilty pretending Mary was his sister, but he refused to let those boys get separated in the system. Especially after everything that's happened.
"Alright, then your best bet would be witnesses. Do you have any friends who can confirm your relation to these boys?"
Caleb, Jim, and Josh automatically came in mind. "Yeah. One of them's the pastor that married John and Mary."
"Alright. Now, you know this might take awhile…"
"How long?"
"At least a few weeks."
"A few weeks?!"
"Mr. Singer, you have to understand, if the law doesn't see you as their relative and potential guardian, it will take a lot of time and effort to convince them otherwise."
Bobby sighed. I suppose I could still just grab them and run…
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Dr. DeBeaux knocked on the door. "Sam, Dean?"
Dean looked up from teaching Sam the delicate technique of hustling. Sam kept his gaze on his brother. "Yeah?" Dean asked.
"The police would like to talk to you now."
Sam paled at the words. He shook his head hard and started to hyperventilate.
Seeing his brother's reaction Dean grabbed his shoulders. "Sam! Breathe! Just breathe… It's okay, you don't have to talk to them. I'll tell them what I know, okay?"
Sam started to calm down but continued to shake his head. His eyes were wide and pleading. No, please don't go! I'll be good! Promise! just don't go!
Knowing what his brother was thinking, Dean tried to reassure his brother. "I'll be right back, Sammy. Okay? I'll be gone fifteen minutes tops." The need to give John as much punishment as possible was too great to do merely nothing. But that doesn't mean that Sam has to suffer through the interrogation.
Tears started to well up in Sam's eyes. "Do you have to?" he whispered fearfully.
Dean gave him a small smile. "Yeah. Keep track of the time." Dean got up and exited the room. "Fifteen minutes tops!"
Sam kept his eyes on Dean until he was completely out of sight. Then his eyes swiveled to the clock.
2:45 PM. Each second was way too long. Each second was one that Dean wasn't there. Each second was one where Dean could make the decision that Sam was too much effort. Each second was one that Dean could find out what really happened…
2:48 PM. Sam forced himself to stay calm. He would panic after the fifteen minutes were up. Then there'd be a reason for him to panic. Because Dean had promised and Dean never broke a promise. But that didn't stop the tears steadily flowing down his face. Please come back, please come back, please come back, please come back… he repeated in his head in a begging manner.
2:51 PM. Sam's chest felt compressed as his subconscious whispered to him how the officers told Dean and he was disgusted with him now. How Dean's gonna leave him for good. How he wasn't worthy of anything Dean had to offer. How he didn't deserve to have Dean by his side.
2:55 PM. Only five minutes left and Dean hasn't come back yet… his mind chided cruelly. He hates you. Despises you. You took his mother away and now you've tainted and ruined his final worthy family member. And now he got left with the likes of you!
2:58 PM…
"Sam, I'm back…!" Dean froze momentarily.
Sam's eyes were wide and fixed on the clock on the nightstand. Tears flowed freely from them. He was clutching his head hard and whimpering softly.
"Sammy!" Dean rushed to the bed and took his brother into his arms. "C'mon , Sammy… I'm here now, I'm here, it's okay…"
"De…" Sam murmured.
"Yeah… It's okay, Sam. I'm here now."
Sam turned his head into his brother's chest and sobbed. "I-I th-tho-oght y-you w-we-eren-n't..." He gave up trying to speak and just sobbed deep into his brother's chest. His hands twisted tightly into the leather, determined to keep his brother with him.
Dean cursed himself for leaving Sam alone with such a delicate state he was in. He had told the officers everything he knew, but they didn't answer any of his questions about the whereabouts and happenings of his father at the moment. He hoped his father would get what he deserved from the law for now with the information they had.
But it wasn't worth it for setting Sam's recovery back.
Dean ran his fingers through his brother's hair comfortingly, shushing his desperate sobs. He slowly rocked him back and forth. "Shh… I'm here, I'm here…"
Well...? It was kinda a hard chapter to write so I would appreciate some feedback. PLEASE REVEIW! FEED THE DRAGON!