Calls and Crimes

Sam watched as Dean waited for their dad to pick up. Sam couldn't believe that after everything John had done, Dean still felt the need to tell him. Dean started to talk quietly into the phone.

"Dad, it's yours." Dean whispered.

"What? What's mine, you slut?" John said.

"The-the baby."

"You irresponsible little whore. Why didn't you remind me to wear a fucking condom?"

"You-you were really drunk, Dad, and-"

"Shut up, Dean! You're so stupid! I'm sure Sam's already moved on, hasn't he? He found out what a huge, unholy slut you are, didn't he? Good bye, Dean."

Dean hung up and started to cry more. Sam couldn't take seeing Dean like this. Dean was so broken, Sam wasn't sure if he could be mended. But Sam was going to try.

"Dean, baby, please don't cry. It's not your fault. It was just a bad situation that you had no control over." Sam said.

"It is my fault. Everything's my fault. I couldn't save Mom, I can't save you, and I can't even remember to remind Dad to wear a condom." Dean sobbed.

"Dean, no. Stop. Don't put yourself down. Dad is wrong. Always is, always will be. You don't need his approval."

"You're wrong, Sam. I know you don't love him, but he's still our Dad."

"Dean, I know you love him. But after everything he did to you, everything he told you-"

"He just got a little stir crazy, Sam. It's not his fault. He saw his wife die in flames-"

"Yeah, and then made you her replacement! He blamed you for it! You were four, Dean, not forty!"

"Sam, stop yelling. P-please don't yell."

"Dean- oh crap, Dean, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, Sammy."

"No, it's not okay. Dean, I shouldn't yell at you."

Dean just shut down after that. Sam rubbed his arm and Dean moved away. Sam didn't know if Dean was ever going to open up again. When they got to Bobby's, Dean went into the study and curled up in the corner and cried.

"Shit, boy. What the hell did the doctor tell him?" Bobby asked.

"The baby's happy, healthy, and Dean's doing just fine taking care of it." Sam said.

"Okay, why is he so upset, then?"

"The baby's not mine."

"The baby's not yours? What in God's name- Then who's is it?"

"Bobby, quiet down. It's John's. That bastard raped Dean and Dean thinks this is all his fault. He won't even talk to me anymore. He just shut down."

"Oh, balls! That goddamn prick! I chased him away once, I will do it again! John Winchester will taste fucking gunpowder!"

"Bobby, let's try to get Dean to talk first. He hasn't eaten all day and he needs a prenatal vitamin."

"Good plan. I'll grab a blanket and some food for him."

"Thanks, Bobby."

Sam walked into the study slowly with soft footsteps. He was determined to have Dean talk to him. Dean was still curled up and crying in the corner, but Sam could hear soft whispers coming from Dean. Sam frowned as he heard Dean tell himself what a worthless cumslut he was. Sam kneeled beside him and took his hand. Dean pulled away and scooted away from Sam. Dean kept crying.

'I'm so sorry, Sammy. I still love you, I really do. I don't want to do this! I want to snuggle with you and feel you! But I can't make myself believe that you still love me. I can't make you raise a baby that isn't yours.' Dean thought.

Sam just sat by Dean and gave him soft touches, just little, feather light touches to show he was there. Dean just took off the ring Sam had given him and handed it back before getting up.

"Sam, give it to someone who deserves it. Someone who isn't me." Dean said as he walked out the front door.

Sam ran out the door and caught up with Dean quickly. He grabbed Dean by the shoulders and held him. Dean squirmed and writhed and told Sam to leave him alone. Sam just suddenly locked lips with Dean to halt his protests. Dean tried to push Sam away, but Sam held him tight.

"Dean, don't pull this crap with me. Not after everything we've been through. Dean, you were happy with us. Don't just shut down. I don't care if the baby's Dad's. I want to raise it with you, I want to see it grow up and call me Daddy and you Mommy. I want to be a huge part of this baby's life, and that won't ever change." Sam said.

Dean just shook his head.

"I'll sleep on the couch from now on. Just forget about it, Sam." Dean said, pushing past Sam to go back to the house.

Sam was steaming now. He was so angry at John, it wasn't even funny. He wanted to kill John if that's what it took, but he would get Dean back. He knew Dean still loved him, wanted to be with him. Sam wasn't going to let Dean slip through his fingers.

Later on that night, Dean laid on the couch, thinking about what Sam had said. But Dean just couldn't believe that. He just knew if he hadn't of shut Sam out, John would have done something horrible to Sam. Dean closed his eyes and fell into a light slumber, wishing he had his Sammy to cuddle with.

Sam tossed and turned. Something didn't feel right. He wanted Dean to be cuddled into his side and making the cute little snoring sounds he loved. He felt like he couldn't keep Dean safe now. Sam sat up and looked around. He sighed and laid back down.

John was waiting. He waited for the lights to go out before he made his move. He grabbed the rope and the lock picks and walked towards the front door. John's cruel smile was enough to make any serial killer run screaming. He opened the front door slowly and quietly. He stepped in and walked over to the couch. He looked down at Dean's sleeping form.

"Dean, Dean, Dean. You got away once. Now you'll pay." John whispered, tying Dean's hands and feet together with the rope.

Dean woke up slightly and was about to scream out, until John cupped his hand over Dean's mouth. He threw Dean over his shoulder and walked out the door. After throwing Dean in the truck, John drove away at ninety miles an hour.

"Don't worry, Dean. You'll get just what you deserve. Pain and suffering." John laughed cruelly.