Okay... thanks to you guys I know how this is going to work. thanks again.

I own nothing, this isn't slash, and thank you Jkf340 for wishing me a happy birthday. I Appreciate it. And don't worry I wont make him pregnant, that's just sick.

THIS IS SAM'S POV

SAM'S POV

I felt my stomach drop. Please let this just be some sick joke. Sure, John was physically and verbally abusive, but eventually we would get through it, Dean and I. But this, was far beyond too far. This was what pushed me to the breaking point. And I don't mean the breaking down crying and sobbing breaking down. No, I meant the literally finding that sick fuck right the fuck now and torture him until he begs for mercy. And even then, I still wouldn't give him his precious mercy.

" Sam, you still there? Look I know this is a lot to take in, but we need to find your brother, and when you do, bring him over here ASAP. I think we all need to have a little 'chat'," and with that, Bobby hung up, leaving me frozen in place. Until I heard a car honking right next to me.

" C'mon Sam, get your ass in the car, let's go!" it was Dean, of course it was. I couldn't help but to cast him a concerned glance before I got into the car. He said we were leaving, and I didn't check us out. Meaning that he must have done it for us, meaning that he had to have met that gothic asshole at the counter. He must have noticed me staring, because he stared back once we were at a red light.

" What ya staring at me for, it's kind of creepy," he spoke first, causing me to actually full on realize I was staring, and I spoke the first thing that came to my mind.

" Where are we going?" kind of off of the topic he had chosen, but I was genuinely curious, he hadn't said and I hadn't asked, until now, that is.

" Well, I thought we were headed back to California to drop you off," he stated. Well I wasn't expecting that for an answer.

" What? Why would we do that?" he gave me a quick glance, the one that clearly said, ' I think you might have finally lost it, Sammy' but he answered anyway.

" Well, considering it's already close to noon, and a drive from Michigan to California isn't just a hop, skip, and jump away, I figured we should start our way back," I would've slapped myself. It was already Sunday afternoon! Meaning I had to go back to college. Well, shit. I loved college, I really did, but Dean was more important. No contest.

" Well then, turn around," luckily we were the alone on the dirt road, because suddenly he slammed on the brakes. Hard. I jolted forward, but he didn't move an inch. When I regained my composure, I looked over to see him staring at me.

" What?" he asked, he had a look pure confusion on his face. I had to choose my words my words carefully. I was already on thin ice with him, I could be doing good one second, but saying the wrong thing the next, it had always been like that.

" Well, I got a call from Bobby, he wants to see you, and me, and he wants to talk with us," I started, not really sure what else to say. He had spilled most of his heart out in only a measly 48 hours or so, and even then, it was more than he ever had in fifteen years. And I of course wanted to ask him about...rape, but I knew he wouldn't tell that to me, at least not while driving. He sighed, but he hadn't put his foot on the gas yet. He looked at his hands for a while, and then just leaned his head back and shut his eyes. I couldn't help but wonder about what he was thinking. I suddenly remembered that he used to that all the time, when we were kids. When he was trying to figure something out for himself, more importantly, when people wouldn't give him an exact answer. I quickly turned to look at him, and I wasn't surprised to him snap open his eyes a turn his head to look at me so fast I was surprised he didn't snap it. He stared at me, wide eyes of shock suddenly turning to eyes of understanding.

" You want to know if I was raped," he didn't speak it as a question, it was a statement, and the only thing I could think of was how brave and smart he really was. Brave, because I couldn't even think of that word and my brother in the same sentence in my MIND without shivering. Smart, because he could figure that out in less than ten minutes, and all he did was over everything I had just told him. He was smarter than anyone gave him credit for, myself included. He was still staring at me, he spoke again.

" That's what Bobby called you about, isn't it?" I could still only stare at him. How does he do that? Apparently, I waited too long to answer, because he started talking again, sounding older, like it was painful to talk, and I couldn't blame him. It still worried me though.

" Twice," was all he said, and then kept driving, rather fast I'll add. It took my mind a minute to understand what he meant. Twice, what the hell does that even...

Oh God, no. This couldn't be happening. It isn't real, it can't be...

I shut my eyes tight, hoping this was all just a dream. It had to be. John was just a sick abusive bastard, but only physically and mentally, not the third one, never the third one. Never the...

" Oh God," I whispered, I opened my eyes again. It wasn't a dream. It was life, only it was a nightmare. A living, breathing nightmare.

" Sammy, can we not do this now? We can head to Bobby's, if that's what you really want to do, if you still want to do that, we'll talk there," he sounded calm, way too calm for all the crazy shit that had gone on. How the hell was he so calm about this?! So many questions rained down on my mind, making me almost blurt many of them out. Was it really only two times? When did it happen the first time? The second? Will you let me kill him now? I thought that last one with real pleasure. I couldn't wait to see my 'father' again, because when I do, I'm gonna be ready.

Because when I do, I'm gonna kill him.

LOL Harry Potter reference in the end! Kudos to whoever knows it!

SAM'S POV

We had driven for three hours, on our way to Bobby's, before we stopped at a gas station, while Dean had gotten gas, I had called Jess, telling her that the trip would be extended. I didn't even think to call Bobby, it had, in all honesty, slipped my mind. Nonetheless, we were back on the road, towards Bobby Singer's house. I offered to drive, but Dean had refused, stating simply,

" Nope, can't let you wreck her," I hadn't stopped laughing until we were a full five minutes on the road. We were on the road for about an hour, then I had started falling asleep, when suddenly there was a shouted curse, a loud horn, and then the sound of breaks being slammed upon. Then, nothing but darkness.

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SAM'S POV

I woke up, (weird, I don't remember falling asleep), with a huge crook in my neck. I quickly got rid of it by cracking my neck, then proceeded to look around me. I quickly started to check myself out. No pain anywhere, except for still in my neck slightly, but that was most likely whiplash. There was a slight jolt in my back, but when I turned to look behind me, I knew why. There was a medium-sized shard of glass, between me and the back of my seat. It wasn't in me, thank god, but it still prodded my back until I had taken it out. What the hell had happened? All I remembered was a scream...

" Shit!"

" HONK"

SCREECH

darkness...

Dean. I quickly looked to my left, and to my surprise and slight horror, Dean wasn't there. I quickly looked around again, searching for anything I had missed, when I saw the windshield. There weren't many cracks in it, but one stood out from all the others. It was rather large, in the left center of the glass, and was just a huge circle, with few smaller cracks around it. I was about to overlook it, when I noticed something glistening around the hole. Something red.

Something that looked a lot like blood.

I quickly un-strapped, opened my door, and stood, looking wildly for my brother, and not seeing him. Anywhere. I started to run to his side of the car, tripped on something hard, and ended up landing on my ass rather clumsily.

" Ow, dammit Sam, lose a few," I froze, and looked behind me. There was Dean, laying on the road, in front of the car, surrounded by glass. He had a small trickle of blood running down the side of his face, and a rather deep looking cut on his lip, but other than that, he looked decent. Nothing was bent the other way, or looked broken. Either way, I bent down next to him, and then proceeded to help him stand. He stood, and to my surprise, didn't wobble down once. I still didn't let go of his arms, though. I still needed to make sure he was alive, and breathing, and at least 90% okay. By the looks of it, I'd say he was, but I still didn't let go.

" Are you okay?" I asked, I started wiping away the blood from the side of his face, which had started to drip into his eye, when he hissed at the touch and jerked out of it.

" Yeah, I'll be okay, just cuts and bruises, with one hell of a headache. What about you? You make it out alright?" I nodded, looking him over again, when he touched my shoulder, I looked back up at him.

" C'mon, we're almost there," I nodded, and started steering him towards the passenger side, not caring about the glass, or whatever the fuck just happened, I just wanted to get to Bobby's and sort this whole mess out. I started the car, praying that the Impala would work. It roared to life and as quick and she started up, we were gone. No proof we were ever there except for the glass in the road.

" Hey, what did I tell you before we started heading to Bobby's?" Dean had asked five minutes in. He didn't look panicked, or afraid, just curious. As if he wanted to make sure I remembered, which I did, but I didn't want to.

" Twice," I said simply, my stomach going cold at the one word. I glanced over at him. He was looking at me, as if I was supposed to say something else. I shrugged at him, and when he looked at my eyes with his 'all seeing eyes', as I liked to call him, his own widened.

" That's it, nothing else?" he sounded calm, but his eyes said guilty. I didn't have the slightest fucking clue ass to why though, so I just nodded. He groaned, and hit his head on the back of the seat, he sounded angry with himself.

" Jesus, Sam, I'm so sorry," I looked at him for as long as I could, with me driving and all. He started up before I could say anything.

" I just thought, and you... I just didn't mean it like that... it came out wrong, all wrong," the slightest bit of hope formed in my chest with his words, but I kept it low, our luck was never really luck. Like this would be any different. Still, I had to try.

" What are you talking about Dean?"

" ..." he was quiet, so I pushed him for it, I had to know.

" Dean, did John rape you?" he winced at that, and I fumed. He did. I was going to kill that...

"No, he tried, twice, but he didn't actually.." he stopped talking, but for once I didn't care. I was too fucking relieved. But that relief only lasted for about five seconds, before I went back to my silent rages. He didn't rape him, thank god, but he still tried. He tried to do it, twice. Fucking twice!

" Sam I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make it sound like that, I thought I told you. I'm so sorry," if puppies that had been kicked too often could talk, that was what Dean sounded like.

" Don't be sorry, ok? It's alright, I'm not mad,"

" You should be,"

" No, I shouldn't. Unless you're talking about John, in that case yes, I am beyond pissed off," he didn't look convinced, but he stopped looking like a kicked puppy so I let it go.

" Does this mean we still have to go to Bobby's for that little 'talk'?" he asked. I couldn't keep the smile off my face.

" Yep," I said casually, throwing a grin in my little brother's direction, causing the glare he was sending me turn in to a small grin as well

We kept driving on in silence, and in a half an hour, we had pulled into the Singer's residence.

" Shit," I said, running a hand through my hair as I turned off the ignition. Dean glanced at me.

" What?"

" I forgot to tell Bobby we were coming today," Dean started grinning like a mad man, causing me to stare at him.

" Well, if he's going to kick anyone's ass tonight, it's going to be yours," and just like that, he opened his car door, and silently shut it, heading towards the door. I quickly followed him.

" Why would he kick my ass? You're the one he's been trying to get a hold of for the last month or so," I winced as soon as they left my mouth. That might been a little harsh. Dean didn't seem to notice though, he just grinned that grin again. The grin of the Cheshire Cat.

" Because he called you today, and you didn't call him to give him a fair warning of our pain in the asses coming over, and then imagine the surprise when he comes to the door, to see one of us standing crookedly and the other with blood on the side of their face, still running, I might add."

I paled slightly, and he just laughed. Well shit, he probably would kick my ass. We made it to the front door, where Dean knocked. We heard a muttered curse, and we sent glances at each other, grinning. Ah, Bobby.

The door opened, and we looked back towards the door. There, stood Bobby Singer, staring at both of us in obvious surprise. He looked at me, I grinned at him.

" Surprise?" he rolled his eyes, and muttered 'idgit', and I heard Dean snort with laughter. That's when Bobby turned to look at him, as if noticing him for the first time.

He looked Dean over from head to toe, then glanced back at to the side of his head, obviously noticing the blood. His eyes turned cold and dangerous. Before he could speak, Dean answered the clear question for him.

" Car accident," he said simply. Bobby looked at me again and then back to my brother. He opened his mouth to speak, but Dean had the answer for that too.

" Asshole obviously drunk at the wheel, braked when we were both doing at least 65, maybe 70. I rear-ended him, flew out through the windshield, and princess over there took a little beauty nap," he said pointing at me. I glared at him, but it had no heart in it.

" He was gone before I could face his ass," Dean finished, right before being pulled in for a hug.

" Idgits, both of 'ya" I heard Dean laugh, and I couldn't help but to smile too. He then pushed Dean away, and pulled me in.

" Long time no see," he said, I chuckled at that.

I had missed Bobby