"I understand this is hard for you, but if you know something you have to tell us," Mr. Garcia says. Two police men stand behind them . They both have notepads in their hands, writing. The taller one stops for a second, looks at Dean, then continues writing.
Dean kept his head down. At first he was ready to blurt his father's name out and tell them everything he ever did to Sam. He didn't care what happened to him. But on the other hand it was still his father, and even though he knows that he's no good, something's keeping Dean from squealing. Somewhere inside of him he still loves his father and didn't want to get in trouble. Dean didn't know what to do. He was stuck.
"Dean," Bobby says softly. He reaches out and touches Dean's hand. He looks up. "If you know something, and by the look on your face I know you do, you have to tell me. Please, Dean. This is important. It's important to Sam."
Feeling pressured, Dean looked down, but Bobby taps his hand to get his attention again. "Dean look at me," he says. "If you know who's hurting Sammy you have to tell me. We need to make sure they don't do it again. I know you don't like to see Sam hurt, but I also know you like doing things on your own. But this isn't something you can do by yourself. You need to tell us what you know so we all can help him."
Breathing out deeply, Bobby sits back.
The shorter police man comes to the table and sits up and sits next to Dean.
"Samuel's you're brother, right?" he asks.
Dean nods slowly.
"Younger than you?"
Dean nods again.
"So don't you wanna take care of him? Make sure no one hurts him?"
"Yeah," Dean says softly.
The doctor sits back and smiles.
"How old is he?"
Dean looks over to Bobby for a second.
"Sixteen," Dean answers. His vision now moves to the police officer sitting next to him .
Bobby stands and walks over to the police officer and the doctor in the corner.
"Why isn't he asking about who hurt Sam?" Bobby asks softly. It was only loud enough for the cop and Mr. Garcia to hear.
"It's just a technique we use sometimes. It's to get his mind off what happened, and maybe he'll give us clues or a lead so we can try to figure out who's abusing Sam," the police officer says back just as quietly.
Bobby nods.
"So how old are you?" the officer at the table with Dean asks.
"Just turned twenty," he answer softly. "It's weird though, I still feel like a kid."
"Why?"
Dean shrugs. "I don't know. It feels like I haven't grown enough. I'm not doing what I'm supposed to do."
He officer looks at him. "What are you supposed to be doing?"
"Protecting my brother," Dean answers quickly.
The officer looks up at the other officer, the doctor, and Bobby on the other side of the room. They all move in a little. Anticipating Dean's response.
"Protecting him from who?"
Dean's mouth opens to answer….
"What the hell?!" a voice calls seconds before it swings open. A voice all too familiar to Dean and Bobby.
John.
The door bangs against the wall as he storms in.
"Dad?" Dean says a loud, standing.
John's focus turns to Dean and his eyes light up.
"Dean," he says softly. John walks briskly across the room and over to Dean. He wraps his arms around him and pulls him close.
"I'm so glad they found you," John whispers, rocking Dean back and forth. Dean pushed away, making his father release him. John, didn't stop though. He put his hands on his face.
"Oh, God. Are you okay? How about Sam? Where is he?" John asks whole he turns Dean's head from side to side, surveying his current appearance. Dean swiped his hand away and took a step back.
"I'm fine," he says softly but sternly. John stopped.
John turned around to Bobby.
"What the hell happened?" he demanded.
Bobby scratched the side of his head. "Well the boys were in a bit of trouble over the last couple of days. They were in a car accident, and from what we heard from Dean earlier, they were kidnapped. That's really all Dean told us. But when we got here and the doctors were finished doing surgery on Sam-"
"Surgery? What's wrong with him? What happened?" John asked. He felt backwards for the chair. When he found it, he sat down slowly.
"Car accident. And they said they found some kind of substance in him. When I found the boys he had a pretty bad stitching job on the side of his head and the doctors assume the substance they injected into him was to either numb the pain or to make him sleep so he wouldn't feel the pain," Bobby explained.
John held his hand up and waved it in front of his face, telling Bobby to stop talking.
"Wait. Wait. Who gave him the injection? The doctors?" John asked.
Bobby shook his head. "No, no. Whoever the people were who kidnapped them."
John attention turned to Dr. Garcia and the officers. "Well did the injection do any damage?"
"Injections," Dr. Garcia corrected. "From the amount of it we found going through your son's veins, he had to be injected with it several time. Maybe three or four. But yes, I'm sorry. We found that I caused some cells in and around his brain to either break down or just die. There is also swelling in his skull, it may or may not be from the injections. The swelling and other head injuries might be from the impact of the car accident. Sam also has a fractured arm and about three broken ribs also."
John put his hand to his face and sighed deeply.
"Oh God," he says. "How did this happen?" His attention went to Dean. "How did you let this happen?"
Dean slammed his hand on the table.
"It's not my fault, Dad. I did all I could."
John shot him a hateful look. "I guess you didn't try hard enough, huh? If you did, Sam wouldn't be like this right now."
Dean didn't answer. Inside he was actually beginning to agree. He felt guilty. He felt this whole thing was his fault. How did he let this happen? Maybe he didn't try hard enough? Maybe if he did, Sam wouldn't be like this? Maybe his Dad was right…
"That's not the worst of it, John," Bobby says softly.
John looks up at him. "What? What does that mean?" he stammers.
Dr. Garcia, again stepped in to answer the question. "Well while we were checking Samuel for any further injuries we discovered bruises and scars. At first we thought they were from the crash or something. But his bruises were far too old. If they were injuries from the would've been fresh maybe even come of them bleeding, but they weren't. His bruises are at least a month old. Also, we found scars that appear to be from a belt and some seem they are from a solid object like a bat or a pole or a pipe, something like that."
Dean slid into his chair and covered his face.
"Dean, what's a'matter?" Bobby asked.
Dean shook his head. "How could someone do that to Sam? How could they do that to any kid, for that matter. They're sick," Dean says, fighting back tears. John turned around at shot Dean a threatening look.
"Seeing that as a red flag, we continued our check over Sam and we found that your son is also being sexually abused."
John's eyes go big. "Sexually abused? Sam? No, that's not possible."
Dr. Garcia shakes his head. "I'm sorry, Mr. Winchester, but it is."
John puts his hands up and buries his face in them .
Behind him, Dean shakes his head.
You're a good actor, Dad. You're such a liar. It's a good thing these people don't know you like I do because if they did they would be able to see how much of a damn liar you are. It's disgusting, actually. How you could do that to you're kid, and then pretend like you don't know a thing. You're pathetic… that's why I'm gonna tell Bobby everything. And once Bobby finds out, you're dead… Dean thought.
"Is he awake? Is Sam awake?" John asked.
Dr. Garcia shook his head. "I'm afraid not."
"When will he?"
"There's not an exact time, Mr. Winchester. Waking him up is not up to us. It's up to Sam. We have no control over when he decides to some back to us. But he'll do it when he's ready," Dr. Garcia says.
John nods.
He turns around to Dean again.
"Have you seen him yet?" he asks.
Dean doesn't answer.
"No," Dr. Garcia answered again. "No one has seen Sam, yet."
"Can we?" John asks.
The doctor smiles. "Sure."
John stands and heads for the door. He turns around when he notices Dean isn't following.
"Aren't you coming? Don't you wanna see your brother?" John asks.
Dean sighs. "Of course I wanna see him. But I don't wanna see you, so I'll wait," Dean says in a nasty tone.
John doesn't even wait a second. He shrugs and heads out the door with the doctor and one of the police officers.
Once the door was shut John immediately stopped the doctor and the officer.
"Hey can I talk to you for a second?" John asked.
"Sure," Dr. Garcia says.
John nods.
"It's about Sam."
"Alright," the doctor says.
"I think I know who's abusing him," John admits.
Dr. Garcia's eyes go big. "You do? Who?"
John sighs. "It's really hard to say this. But I think Dean's the one abusing Sam."
Oh, John. Blaming Dean again? I smell trouble...
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