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Jack entered the apartment he now he lived in with Elias after having run out to get some food. He had just shut the door when he heard Elias talking to someone; he figured he was on the phone because he didn't hear any other voices. Not really giving a rat's ass what the guy was up to, Jack proceeded into the kitchen and took out his burger when he caught part of the conversation.

"… I'll have him in a week and I promise you, he is just like we remember… yeah, yeah, you get him after I make him my bitch… if he thought he had it rough with Frank, he's going to get the shit worked out of him for me, I'm getting my money's worth of that little slut, train him to be on his hands and knees pleasing me all hours, who knows maybe I'll get him a collar and leash, keep him close, wouldn't want him to get away this time…"

What the hell? Jack asked himself but after a moment shrugged it off as the man having some weird kink, he seemed like the type and as long as Jack didn't see it, he couldn't care less.

DW/SW

Knowing how much pain Sam was in, Angela gently drove the unidentified police cruiser into the driveway of the safe house. She cast a glance into the backseat and saw Sam resting with his head back against Dean's shoulder and his eyes closed, breathing heavily. After turning the car off, she hurried to get the wheelchair out of the trunk while Dean attempted to rouse his brother.

"Hey Sammy," Dean cooed using his free hand to cup his brother's cheek. He had held Sam's hand almost the entire time since he'd come out of surgery, a constant reminder that he wasn't alone.

"Ungh…" Sam grunted unintelligibly, the pain meds and the actual pain making him groggy and almost dead to the world.

"We're home kiddo, come on, let's get you inside okay." Dean said shifting from behind Sam and opening his brother's car door. He stood and looked at Angela for a moment as they thought about how to get Sam out of the car without causing him too much additional pain.

"Hold on, let me go get Neil, he can help." Angela said before disappearing into the house.

Dean nodded and continued to brush a soothing hand through Sam's hair. A few minutes later, Neil and Angela reappeared at Dean's side. "Here, let's get it as close to the seat as we can, that way hopefully we won't have to move him too much." Neil said placing the chair right next to the edge of the car seat.

Dean leaned forward and gently tapped his brother's cheek in an effort to make him slightly more aware. "We gotta move you a little okay Sammy but I promise we'll go as slow and gentle as you need okay?" He smiled a bit.

Sam nodded tiredly so Dean placed his hands under Sam's arms. "I'm gonna lift you okay, just lean on me, let me do all the hard work alright." He instructed.

Sam nodded again but hissed in pain as soon as he was standing up. His legs were killing him even when he didn't have any weight on them, now that he did, he felt like he wanted to die.

"Hold on Sammy, we're almost done kid," Dean reassured speaking softly and wanting to get his brother off his feet as soon as possible, he could see the pain clearly written across Sam's face and it was killing him to have to make Sam endure it unnecessarily .

A minute or so later, Sam sighed in relief when Dean lowered him into the chair and the four of them headed towards the house. "Down Ace," Dean commanded when the dog was all too happy to greet his owner.

"I'll put him out back." Angela said leading the mutt into the backyard.

Dean didn't pay her much attention as he climbed the stairs first and took the front of Sam's wheelchair while Neil lifted it over the steps. He took over pushing Sam's chair once they were inside and headed down the hall to their bedroom. Once Sam was comfortable and sleeping, Dean made his way back out to the kitchen grateful to see that a late lunch had been made. "Thanks," He said taking his plate with a ham sandwich and chips on it before sitting at the table. "So did you guys find the bastard yet?" He asked remembering that Neil had said that they thought they'd found a suspect.

Neil shook his head. "Unfortunately, it turned out to be a bust."

Dean growled. "Are you guys actually trying or are you just sitting on your asses waiting for him to strike again?"

Neil swallowed and was quiet for a minute having taken offense to Dean's comment. "We are trying but unfortunately these things take time… you should consider yourself and Sam lucky that Frank was caught as quickly as he was. Public announcements can be very helpful but at the same time, they open the door to everybody and anything and unfortunately we have to sort through all of them."

Dean growled and shook his head before getting up from the table not wanting to get into an argument with the guy that was supposed to be protecting him and his little brother.

DW/SW

Rachel was loading her groceries into her car when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around and stared suspiciously at the guy behind her. "Can I help you?" She asked.

"I'm Jack," The man said sticking his hand out.

"Rachel," She said slowly shaking his hand thinking he looked a little familiar.

"You know Dean Winchester, right?" Jack asked.

"What's this about?" Rachel asked feeling very concerned about the mysterious man standing in front of her when it hit her where she'd seen him before. "You're the guy from the coffee shop, aren't you? You guys don't like each other much, what could you possibly have to say to Dean that he would want to hear?"

Jack nodded. "It's about his brother… I need to warn him but I know he won't listen to me." Jack replied.

DW/SW

Dean glanced at the clock from where he sat on the couch and realized it was time to change Sam's dressings and give him another dose of his meds. He sighed knowing it would be a lot more personal than the last time around and he didn't know how he was going to make Sam comfortable other than the fact that this had to be done and that his little brother trusted him or he at least hoped he did. "Hey Sammy," Dean said softly as he brushed Sam's bangs back trying to wake his little brother.

"Yeah?" Sam asked, a little more coherent this time around and grimacing as the pain meds began to wear off.

"I need to change your bandages kiddo," He said waiting for Sam's reaction. "And by the look on your face, give you another dose."

Sam nodded and put his head back keeping his eyes trained on the wall.

"You okay?" Dean asked, unsure of what to make of his brother's subdued behavior. He had prepared himself for at least a few tears.

Sam shrugged. He was feeling a little off and his stomach felt funny but he guessed it was down to nerves and he was still getting the side effects of the surgery out of his system.

Dean smiled reassuringly. "I'll be gentle, promise okay. And you know I'm not going to hurt you, right little brother?"

Sam nodded. He trusted Dean, he did but he was just scared at the thought of someone seeing him like that, even if it was his trust-worthy older brother. He knew Dean had already seen him half naked when he'd had his first surgery but this… this was more intimate though and he didn't know if he was ready for it even though he knew this was strictly his big brother taking care of him and nothing more and the fact that a whole team of doctors had seen him like this earlier that day.

"We'll go slow okay, and it's just you and me here." Dean said trying to help his little brother relax when he got an idea remembering the first couple nights after Sam's first surgery. "Hold on," He quickly jogged down the hall returning a minute later carrying a small boom box with him.

"What's that for?" Sam asked.

"Just so it's not so quiet in here." Dean answered before plugging it in and tuning it to Sam's favorite radio station. He hoped it would distract his brother long enough for him to do what he needed "Kay, you ready?" He asked after he'd double checked to make sure he had the antibiotic ointment and bandages.

Sam shook his head no and Dean noticed how tightly clenched his hands were.

Dean took both Sam's hands in his and gently pried them apart. "Relax Sammy, take a breath, it's all gonna be okay. This will be over before you know it alright but if you need a break, let me know 'kay." Dean reassured knowing that his brother's apprehension about this had to do with more than just physical pain. He hated it that Sam was still so unsure of himself and that he was still sometimes scared around him. A part of him knew that no matter how much Sam recovered, there would always be little things, little quirks of his that were a result from the abuse and the only thing he could do was just try and make Sam as comfortable and confidant as possible so that when he finally did feel ready enough to go out on his own, he would be actually ready.

After Sam's breathing evened out a little, Dean continued. "Lay back and close your eyes Sammy." He kept his tone light, if he was tense, that would only make it worse for Sam.

Sam did as Dean told him trying to keep from panicking as Dean pulled his covers back and placed his hands on his brother's hips and began to pull his sweats down. "It's okay Sammy, shh…" He cooed when he heard Sam's breathing hitch. The feel of fingers that weren't his own on his waistband tugging them downward was all too familiar and unwanted.

Sam nodded and clenched his eyes shut focusing as much as he could on the radio. It's Dean, it's just Dean Sam repeatedly told himself.

"… Hi folks, this is Gary and you're listening to 95.3 KRTY. That was Craig Morgan's Redneck Yacht Club and now for some Little Big Town with their newest hit, Bring It On Home…"

You've got someone here

Who wants to make it all right

Someone that loves you more than life right here

You've got willing arms that'll hold you tight

A hand to lead you all through the night right here

I know your heart can get all tangled up inside

But don't ya keep it to yourself

Dean gently slid the sweats off his brother's feet so that Sam was left in his boxers being careful to not jostle Sam too much. He knew soon enough he'd have to remove Sam's boxers as well since that was where the majority of the scars were but he decided to give his brother some time to adjust and started at his knees, unwinding the bandages and applying new ointment to the reddened skin. "It's okay Sammy, it's okay," He promised as he began to move his hand up Sam's leg. Sam had seemed to be handling it okay until Dean got to his thigh and reached for his boxers.

"Stop… stop, please…" He pleaded. "Please…"

"Sammy," Dean sighed when he looked up and saw the tears rolling down Sam's face. He wiped his hands off on a towel and moved up so that he was near Sam's head. "Sammy, look at me."

Sam slowly turned his face to look up at his big brother. "I change my mind Dean, I don't want to do this anymore… please stop. I… I thought I could handle it but I can't…" He cried.

"Shh, Sammy, shh…" He cooed wiping Sam's tears away. "I know you want me to stop and I know it hurts but I can't stop kiddo." Dean knew his brother was suffering from more than just the pins and needles feeling dancing on his skin.

"Please?" Sam begged clinging tightly to Dean's hand.

Dean shook his head. He had to get the areas medicated and covered, if he didn't, then an infection could set in and he knew that would be disastrous. "I can't Sammy, I'm sorry but you heard the doc, if we don't do this… you could get sick, really sick. I'm sorry little brother."

Sam put a hand over his eyes but nodded for Dean to continue anyway. No use fighting the unavoidable.

"This'll be over soon, I promise." He said meaning more than just the treatment. He knew even if his brother was not a huge fan of school, he missed his friends and their house as well. Dean put some more ointment on his hands and began to gently cover the front and back of Sam's thigh in the antibiotic before rewrapping it. "There, almost done Sammy, almost done."

When your long day is over and you can barely drag your feet

The weight of the world is on your shoulders

I know what you need

Bring it on home to me

You know I know you like the back of my hand

And you know I'm gonna do all that I can right here

Gonna lie with you till you fall asleep

And when the morning comes I'm still gonna be right here

Yes, I am

So take your worries and just drop them at the door

Baby, leave it all behind…

Dean let out a relieved sigh as he finished rewrapping Sam's left leg and put the used bandages in a trash bag to throw away later. It had been as hard on Sam as it was on him.

Sam knew Dean was done but he also knew that a few hours from now, they would have to go through it again. It wasn't that Dean hadn't been gentle, that was the gentlest anyone had ever been with him but he hated his bare skin being touched like that. God… why did I sign up for this? It's not like it's going to change anything about me… I don't have the scars anymore but I'm still just as scared as I've ever been. It was true, he could now go out in public and be around people without feeling too overwhelmed but the thought of someone touching him, being intimate with someone, was something he didn't think he'd ever be able to handle, part of the reason why he'd never talked to Kate as more than just a friend. Even if she did like him which he thought was highly unlikely, he knew he could never be with her.

"Sammy?" Dean asked leaning down close to his brother.

Sam swallowed. "Y… yeah Dean?" He asked trying to appear normal.

"You okay?" Dean asked concerned. He knew it would be bad but this was worse than he thought.

Sam nodded then shook his head no.

"I'm sorry Sammy, I know it hurts and… and I'm sorry this is all so tough on you. I know you miss home and your friends and I promise I'll get you home as soon as possible and it can just be you, me and Ace again… does that sound good?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, it does." He answered. "I… thanks for doing this for me." He said casting a glance at the blanket that hid his legs.

"Nothing to thank me for, now close your eyes and get some rest. I'll wake you in a couple of hours." Dean said before making sure Sam took his dose. Dean sat back against the headboard, his hand resting on the top of his brother's head softly combing through the brown locks. After he was sure Sam was asleep, he bent down and kissed Sam's forehead. "I'm so proud of you my baby brother… I hope you know how much I love you." He smiled a little when Sam mumbled something unintelligent.

DW/SW

"This is Mike," He said after putting Ranger and Bella's food bowls down on the kitchen floor and grabbing his cell out of his pocket.

"Um Mike, it's Rachel, I need to talk to you." She sounded very serious and worried and it instantly put Mike on edge.

"What about?" He asked taking a seat on one of the barstools in his kitchen.

"Dean and Sam." She answered.

"What about them? I'm sorry things haven't worked out between you and Dean as well as I thought it was going to but he's just been really swamped lately…" Rachel cut him off.

"That's not what I'm calling about." She had been a little upset that Dean had repeatedly turned down her advances but she understood that he had family obligations and she admired that he wasn't neglecting his brother especially after her talk with the stranger.

"Then what's going on?" Mike asked concerned.

"I ran into a guy earlier today, he said he wanted to warn Dean but that he knew Dean would never listen to him…

"Did he give you his name?" His concern had changed into worry and with the most recent attempt to make it tough on Sam and Dean, he knew this wouldn't, couldn't be good.

"Yeah, he said his name was Jack Martin." She heard Mike curse. "Do you know him?" She asked.

"Unfortunately yes, Rachel I need you to tell me everything he said to you." Mike was now the one with a serious tone of voice. "I'll make sure Dean gets the message." He said before hanging up.

DW/SW

Dean had just entered his shared bedroom ready to go to bed when his cell went off. He was about to answer it when a rather unpleasant smell hit him. "Sammy," He said ignoring his phone and making his way to Sam's bed to find his brother covered in barf. "Aw kid…"

Sam sniffed a couple of times. "Sorry." He said quietly and embarrassedly.

Dean's face softened. "It's not your fault. Here let's get you cleaned up okay." He said peeling back Sam's soiled covers and rolling them into a ball. He was glad to see that only Sam's pajama shirt had barf on it, having to redo Sam's bandages or make him move his lower half more than necessary wasn't on either one of their to do lists.

Dean unbuttoned Sam's night shirt and realized how badly his brother was shivering. He reached a hand up and felt Sam's forehead, cursing when he felt hot.

"I don't feel good," Sam mumbled leaning heavily against Dean's chest.

"I can tell," Dean replied sympathetically as he gently helped Sam lay down. "I'll be right back okay." He went into the kitchen and searched through the cupboards until he found a pot that would work and then he wet a wash cloth from the bathroom grabbing the thermometer as well. When he returned to Sam's side, he saw his brother had started to drift off and he hated to wake him but he really didn't think it would be good to let his brother fall asleep with bits of his throw-up on him.

"Sammy, wake up," He said as he gently ran the wet cloth over his brother's face and neck. "Come on, Sammy, open up," He coaxed placing the metal tip under Sam's tongue.

Sam whimpered whether from the pain his legs were causing him or his stomach, Dean wasn't sure but quietly shushed him anyways. "I know Sammy, I know, just hold on a little bit longer for me okay." Dean said before the thermometer beeped. He took it out of Sam's mouth and saw that Sam's fever was 99.7. "Okay, let's just get this shirt on you and then you can go back to sleep kiddo," Dean said as he carefully manipulated Sam's limbs into the t-shirt. He wanted to give his brother something for the fever but knew that the chance of it conflicting with the pain meds and antibiotics Sam was on was good and he didn't want to risk it.

After the shirt was on Sam, Dean picked up the soiled covers and walked them to the laundry room getting the machine going. He yawned tiredly and washed his hands at the kitchen sink before heading back down the hall. He placed the pot he'd deemed as the new 'barf bucket' by the side of his brother's bed and then climbed in behind him. "Rest now Sammy, I've got you." He whispered feeling Sam shaking slightly in his arms.

DW/SW

"Damnit Dean! Answer your phone!" Mike growled when a half hour had passed since he'd left the message and Dean had yet to call back. That fucking bastard, he had better know this doesn't get him off the hook… Mike thought as his mind replayed what Rachel had told him. Hating Dean, playing favorites… that's one thing… teaming up with a freaking pedophile… even I didn't think he'd go that far. "Dean, it's Mike. You need to call me back now, it's important so wake your ass up and call me!" He yelled into the phone before slamming it shut.

DW/SW

Dean woke up early the next morning when he heard Sam emptying his stomach again. "Aw Sammy, shh, it's okay," He cooed helping his brother sit up and held the bowl under his chin. "Shh, it's okay, just get it all out, you'll feel better… shh."

Several minutes later and after the dry-heaving was done, Dean wiped his brother's mouth and then climbed out of the bed to empty the bowl down the toilet. "I'll go make you some toast okay," He said placing the bowl back beside Sam.

"Dean…" Sam whined. "I just threw up, I don't wanna eat."

"I know but you have to take your meds and you can't take them on an empty stomach." Dean argued.

Sam looked tired, sick, and dejected as he slumped back against the pillows.

"You'll feel better soon, it's just the flu or something." He reassured before heading down the hall to get Sam's breakfast.

Sam nodded even though Dean was no longer standing there and rested back trying to quell his churning stomach. He snuggled under the covers and waited for Dean to come back. He glanced at the bowl on the nightstand beside his bed and while he agreed it had a nasty smell to it; it was also a small reminder of what he had now. No one had ever gotten up in the middle of the night before to change his sheets or help him change his shirt when he got sick or rubbed his back while he threw up, all of that was Dean and he would forever be grateful for the little things his brother did for him.

He was broken out of his thoughts when he heard Dean's cell vibrate on the dresser a few feet from his bed. "Thanks," Sam said looking hesitantly at the toast, unsure if he wanted to test the boundaries.

"You're welcome. You need to eat." Dean replied when Sam didn't touch it.

Begrudgingly Sam nodded and took a small bite of the toast.

Dean smiled and got off the bed to retrieve his phone. He groaned when he saw he had five missed calls and three messages… all from Mike. He flipped his phone open and dialed his friend's number without listening to any of the messages. "What the hell are you doing calling me so much?" He asked annoyed.

"Jack talked to Rachel… about Elias and Frank and Sam." Mike replied cutting the bullshit off immediately.

"He did WHAT?" Dean asked angrily casting a glance at Sam before leaving the room, glad for once his brother was confined to the bed. "How the hell would he know any of the anyway?" Dean asked the school's principle and Mike were the only two members of staff that knew what had happened to his brother.

"That's why I've been trying to call you." Mike answered. "Apparently, the bastard has been staying with Elias, that's how he found your guys' house and was able to get to Ace."

"I'll kill him… so what, he helped the bastard stalk us? I knew Jack was a dick but I didn't realize he was a fucking pedophile, what the hell was he doing with Elias?" Dean asked. If Jack was a pedophile, he had had plenty of opportunities to attack his little brother without getting a partner, the thought made him shake with fear and anger.

"He wanted payback against you, Elias wanted Sam… Jack told Rachel he didn't know about Elias or that he had raped Sam…" Dean cut him off.

"How nice of him to go around telling people that!" He said sarcastically while thinking that payback was one thing, subjecting his brother to his greatest nightmare again was downright cruel. "Why didn't he just go to the cops or something?"

"I don't know maybe Elias is watching him or something but anyways, Jack found some pictures and things of Elias and a kid and then he realized it was Sam…"

"Why tell Rachel?" Dean asked.

"He told Rachel he wanted to warn you but he said he knew you'd never listen to him." Mike explained.

He's got that right Dean thought. "Warn me about what?" He asked concerned. "I know Elias is out there, that's why we're in hiding."

Angela and Neil were listening very intently to Dean's conversation and had every intention of questioning him about it as soon as he got off the phone.

"He said that Elias is coming for Sam and that he's going to make Frank look gentle, I didn't get too many of the details but if Elias gets a hold of him…" He drifted off.

"That bastard is never touching a single hair on my brother's body again." Dean said his voice steely and hard.

"I know," Dean cut him off.

"So far, you're telling me stuff I already know…" Now it was Mike's turn to cut Dean off.

"Dean… Jack gave Rachel the address for where Elias lives." Mike said.

Dean didn't know whether he wanted to kill his former rival or thank him, maybe a mix of both. "Hold on," He said rummaging through drawers for pen and paper. "Okay, what is it?" He asked trying to keep his hand from shaking too much. He couldn't believe that they might actually be close to getting the sick fucker.

"48744 Lincoln Road." Mike replied.

Dean wrote down the address and then Elias in big bold letters underneath and held it up for the officers to see, both of their eyes widening at it. Neil jumped off the couch and called down to the station demanding to speak with his captain that minute while Angela waited for Dean to get off the phone to gather any other important details.

"That was my friend Mike, apparently this guy we know has been working with Elias only he claims he didn't know Elias was a pedophile. When he found out, he says he stopped working with him. He told this girl I've been seeing about Sammy and… and Elias because he knows I'd never listen to him." Dean explained upon seeing the questioning look on the officers' face.

Angela nodded. "And she called your friend who just called you?"

Dean nodded. "He said to be prepared… and that what Elias has planned for Sam makes Frank look like children's play." He wasn't sure how much worse it could get; his brother had been tortured by Frank and then sold to other bastards to torture.

Neil walked back into the room and put his walkie-talkie back on his belt. "They're waiting for a search warrant and then Ryan and Scott will head down there with a team. We'll get him."

Dean nodded again and then walked down the hall to find that Sam was asleep and hadn't eaten any more of his toast. "We're almost home Sammy, almost home."

So how was that? Please let me know if you liked it or if there were things that could have been better. Thanks again. I'll try to update soon.

Oh and the song lyrics are from Bring It On Home by Little Big Town. :)