Hi! So who thinks we have to kill Kripke for making us wait to find out what happens next?! Although if we do that, we may never find out so that may be out of the question. Here's to re-runs! :)

THANKS for all the reviews for Ch. 13! They really get me excited! I'm glad you all enjoyed the last chapter so much and just as a warning, I have absolutely no experience or knowledge of the courts and how they work so this is just from how I think it works and what I've seen on TV. So sorry if it is horribly wrong.

Anyways, here's the next part. I hope you enjoy it and please let me know what you think. :)

Dean was going over some paperwork for the shop while Sam worked on a project Mike had assigned him when the doorbell rang. "I got it." Dean placed his drink on the coffee table and walked toward the door. "Uh hello Officer," Dean stepped outside and closed the door behind him. An officer showing up unannounced was not usually a good thing.

"Dean, I know we got off to a rough start and I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cause any trouble and I want you to know that I'm on yours and Sam's side." Officer Dixon apologized.

"Look, I doubt that you came here just to say sorry. What's going on?" Dean asked suspiciously.

"I really need to talk to Sam." He answered.

"Have your partner do it, not you." Dean responded protectively.

"He can't, that's why I'm here." Officer Dixon answered.

"Why not?" Dean asked.

"Because the D.A. doesn't want him on the case. She says that since Frank went after Kyle it's too likely that the defense could make the argument of corruption." He explained.

He nodded, that did make sense. "Why do you need to talk to Sam?"

"Because we need more evidence, we have yours and Sam's statements and identifications but the D.A. doesn't know if that will be enough, she wants to make sure the case is solid." Officer Dixon explained.

"What more do you think he could help you with?" Dean asked concerned. He couldn't believe this, one look at the bastard and you knew he was guilty. Plus, shouldn't Sam's more than detailed accounts of what happened count for something?

"We don't know but maybe Sam could show us where he lived with Frank or things like that." Officer Dixon said pleadingly. "Anything Dean, we could really use some help right now."

Dean sighed. "I'll talk to him tonight and call you in the morning."

"Thanks." He said before walking back to his patrol car.

"Who was that?" Sam asked nervously. Dean was quiet and Sam had the gut feeling that what he was about to hear wouldn't be good news.

"That um, that was Officer Dixon. The police want to talk to you again. They need some more help" Dean explained, hating to have to put Sam through this.

"What kind of help?" Sam asked guardedly.

"Tomorrow, they want you to show them where you used to live." Dean answered. "I think they hope they'll find something there."

"What would happen if I don't?" He asked.

"They think he could get off without more evidence." Dean answered.

"What? He'd get off because why, they don't think people would believe me!? I should have known, nobody would ever believe me against a guy like him." Sam said dejectedly.

Dean walked over and kneeled in front of Sam. "Sammy, no, that's not it at all kiddo. What about me? Hmm, I believe you. And the police and Dr. Boston and Linda and Mike, we all do."

Sam nodded and got up before going into the bathroom.

The rest of the day was tense as they both waited for what would happen the next day. Sam was also incredibly clingy and Dean was worried that this would end up being beneficial to the case but harmful to Sam. He hoped Sam would just have to point it out to them and not walk them through the house. He didn't want to see Sam's former prison and he didn't think it would be a good idea for the kid to spend unnecessary time there.

Dean woke up early the next morning. Sam was still asleep curled against Dean's side. His nightmares had returned full force last night, leaving the kid a terrified mess more than once. Dean tightened his hold on Sam and bent his head to rest his chin on top of Sam's curls. He knew today would be a rough one.

Sam woke a little later but didn't move from his spot in Dean's arms. He felt safe and didn't want that feeling to disappear.

"How ya doing?" Dean asked.

Sam didn't answer.

"You wanna go take a shower and I'll make breakfast." Dean tried again a few minutes later.

Sam shook his head no. He doubted he'd be able to keep anything down right now. He had butterflies in his stomach and buried himself further against Dean. He couldn't believe that today he was actually going back there, the place he swore he'd never return to and it sent chills up his spine when he remembered everything that had gone on inside that house and what he'd been forced to do.

Dean called Sean a little later to tell him he wouldn't be in for work that day and then he tried to get Sam to eat a small breakfast, Sam only ate about half before forcefully shoving his plate away. At about half past eleven, Officer Dixon arrived. "Um… are you guys ready to go?" He asked attentively.

Dean nodded and walked over to the couch. "C'mon kiddo, let's go get this over with."

Sam stood and walked out to the Impala, silently slipping into the passenger seat staring out the window. Dean spoke to Officer Dixon for a few minutes, relieved to find out that Sam wouldn't have to give them a tour before walking over to the Impala. Officer Dixon got in his car and followed Dean as Sam gave directions to the house.

As he drove through the streets and observed the weather outside, he thought it matched perfectly. The sky was a deep gray color and storm clouds were promising a heavy rain soon. Yeah, it was perfect.

"This is the place?" He asked as he, Dean, Sam and several other police officers stood in front of the neglected house.

Sam nodded his head against Dean's chest, tears filling his eyes as his memories threatened to drown him.

"Thanks Sam, you've been a big help and I promise we'll put this guy away for a long time." Officer Dixon smiled a little trying to help cheer Sam up. It didn't work.

Sam didn't acknowledge him and began to cry as he looked at the run-down house. The place where he'd spent the last four years of his life living as more of a play toy than an actual human being.

Dean turned Sam away from the dilapidated house and wrapped his arms tighter around him. "Shh Sammy, shh, it's okay. I've got you, shh." He comforted. "Hmm, kiddo, I'm right here. You're safe, I've got you."

Sam clutched at Dean's shirt and began to shake even more when a realization hit him. That wasn't his home; that was his prison. Dean and the house the two of them shared together, that was his home. That was where he wanted to be. "Can we go home?" Sam whispered in a shaky voice.

"Okay kiddo, we'll go home." Dean nodded and turned to the officer standing beside him. "You guys got what you want, I'm taking him home."

The officer nodded and watched as Dean led Sam back to the Impala and the two drove out of the poor and unkempt neighborhood.

Officer Dixon called Chelsea to tell her they'd found the house and she explained to him that a search warrant was on its way but to wait for her. She didn't want anything to jeapardize this case.

Once Chelsea arrived, search warrant in hand, Officer Dixon gathered his team and then they began a search of the house. The outside had been white at one point but now the paint was chipping and dirty. The yard was full of weeds that went up to about Officer Dixon's thighs. The windows or what was left of them were broken and missing several panes and the boards on the deck were sticking up in many places, rusted nails threatening to stab you if you weren't careful. Officer Dixon carefully opened the front screen door which was barely hanging on by its rusted hinges.

"Oh god," He said taken back by the stale smell of the place. It smelled of urine, vomit and beer.

The furniture in the front room was old and broken definitely having seen better days. The seats were ripped and the tables were dusty. The carpet was multi-colored from stains over the years and quite disgusting with mostly broken beer bottles and cigarettes littering it. A broken lamp lay on its side in the corner and an old TV was smashed to pieces next to it.

"Look for anything. I doubt this guy could control himself, let's hope he left something behind." He said walking down the hall until he found the room that he guessed used to be Sam's.

It was completely empty save for the old blood and urine stained mattress in the middle of the room. There were no windows or closets and a single bulb hung from uncovered wires above the mattress. He called in his team who swabbed it and then proceeded to file it as evidence. After, a crime scene photographer came in and photographed the room. Officer Dixon was thinking that maybe Frank was actually a smart bastard when one of his investigators called for him from down the hall. "Tell me you got something." He said in a pleading tone of voice.

"Look at this." Zack, his lead investigator said pointing to a hidden compartment in the wall.

"I'll be damned." He said with a smile on his face. They just might be able to put this guy away after all. He pulled out his cell and called down to the station. "We got him." He smiled a little, hoping he would be able to deliver on that.

DW/SW

Officer Dixon along with his captain and the D.A. Chelsea Raves were busy watching the videos they'd found at Frank's former residence. "Turn this shit off, I've seen enough." Captain Taylor announced. They'd gone through only a small portion of the tapes they'd found and all were greatly disgusted with their contents.

The videos showed Sam being raped, molested or abused by several men and some women but Frank was the main perpetrator. And in some parts they could see the other person handing Frank a wad of money, either before or after they'd abused Sam. It appeared that in the beginning Sam would try to resist or he'd plead with them to help him but by the most recent one which was dated just the night before he'd escaped, Sam was lying silent and still on the bed allowing two men, one of whom was Frank, to do whatever they wanted to him without any ounce of protest.

"Thanks guys, we already had a good case before but this really seals the deal." She replied turning to the officers.

"Thank Sam, we wouldn't have found them without his help." Officer Dixon replied.

"I'll file formal charges in the morning and then we'll take this thing to court." She stated gathering up her documents. "And try to get an ID on as many of the people in the tapes that you can. Run them in the system see if anything pops up or if Sam can identify any of them."

"Someone should let Dean know what we found. I don't want him or Sam hearing it from an outside source." Captain Taylor said from where he sat on the edge of his desk.

Officer Dixon nodded. "I'll call him." He said not looking forward to the call. He knew Dean would be pissed.

DW/SW

"Right so if you get…" Mike's lesson was interrupted by the sound of the phone ringing.

Sam reached across the table and answered it. "Hello?" He asked.

"Oh ah, hi Sam, how ya doing?" Officer Dixon asked trying not to give away his nerves.

"Do you want to talk to Dean?" He asked.

"Thanks Sam." He answered.

"Hi Officer, how'd it go?" He asked. He knew he was calling about the investigation at the house and was interested and yet also worried to hear about the results.

"Are you sitting down?" Officer Dixon asked. Or have a sharp object in your hand?

"No why? What's this about? What did you guys find?" Dean asked now incredibly nervous.

"In the back bedroom, we found video tapes that show Frank… and others abusing Sam. We wanted to warn you that they would be part of the trial as evidence." He explained.

"You mean the jury and people would see them?" Dean asked not knowing how he was going to tell Sam that. He knew it would probably throw the kid through at least a couple loops.

"Yes." Officer Dixon answered. "Dean, there's something else too." He didn't know how willingly either Sam or Dean would cooperate with his request.

"What?" Dean asked trying to keep the anger out of his voice.

"If at all possible, we'd really like it if you could bring Sam down to the station and maybe he could identify…" Dean cut him off.

"You want him to watch the videos? Yeah, that's a brilliant idea because it's not like he can't remember every single fucking time so why don't we help him out a little, hmm?" He asked sarcastically.

"No, Dean, we'd have him go through our computer database. He wouldn't have to watch the videos." Officer Dixon clarified, choosing to ignore Dean's sarcasm.

"I'm going to kill him." Dean said in a low voice before he disconnected the call. "Sam, stay here with Mike. I'll be home soon. I just have to go do something." Dean said before storming out the door.

"So, do you still want Ace?" Mike asked hoping to keep the kid calm until Dean got back. He didn't know what was going on but by the look on Dean's face, it wasn't good.

DW/SW

Dean gunned the engine and raced to the police station. "Where is he?! Where is that son-of-a-bitch?!" He demanded slamming his fist down on the front table before making his way to Officer Sharpe's desk.

"Dean, what are you doing here?" Officer Sharpe asked completely surprised to see the obviously angry young man standing at his desk.

"Where is he?" Dean asked, his hands fisted at his sides.

"Dean, you can't be here. Go home, go back to Sam." Officer Sharpe said hoping to get rid of Dean before they brought Frank out for transfer. Lady Luck wasn't on his side though and Dean ran past him before charging Frank, knocking him to the ground.

"I'm going to fucking kill you, you hear me?! I'll kill you! He didn't deserve that! He's a kid, just a fucking kid! I swear you'd better pray to god that they put you in jail for the rest of your rotten life because the moment you're free you're a dead man walking you sick twisted bastard!" He screamed throwing punch after punch at Frank until two officers ran over and pulled him off of him.

"Dean, go home now." Officer Sharpe said angrily, he understood where Dean was coming from but he really didn't want to have to arrest the young man for assault.

Dean didn't say a word as he twisted out of the officer's grip and stormed out of the station. He gunned the engine and raced down the highway, no destination in mind. A while later he realized he'd ended up at the cemetery. Dean sat there for a few minutes before angrily wiping away the tears that were running down his face.

DW/SW

"Where the fucking hell have you been?!" Mike requested as soon as Dean entered the front door.

"Fuck off." Dean replied.

"No, Dean where did you go?" Mike asked before he saw Dean's bloody knuckles. "You went down there didn't you? Didn't you?! Accomplish anything?"

Dean looked away. "Beat the bastard." He mumbled.

Mike sighed. That was a 'Dean' thing to do. If someone hurt his family and he knew where they were then it was only a matter of time before they got at the very least a knuckle sandwich, Dean's specialty. "Dude, do you have any idea how freaked out Sam was? I mean, he seriously thought you left."

"Shit." Dean groaned. That hadn't even crossed his mind in his haste to give Frank a small dose of his own medicine. He looked down the hall and saw Sam standing just inside his bedroom door. He looked upset. Dean got up and walked over to him. "Sammy, I'm sorry I left like that."

Sam continued to stare at the floor.

"Sammy, please look at me." Dean pleaded.

Sam looked up and Dean saw that his hazel eyes were red-rimmed and that there were tear tracks on his face. "God kid, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you think I'd left. I never want you to think that. I just… I just got angry and had to go somewhere, that's all. Do you forgive me?"

Sam nodded before wrapping his arms around Dean. "Just don't do that again okay." He whispered more relieved that Dean had come back to him than angry at him for leaving in the first place.

Dean returned the hug and replied. "I won't, I promise."

DW/SW

"You want to explain these?" Chelsea Raves, the District Attorney, asked slamming a file down onto the metallic table.

It was a folder containing printed out pictures of Sam with various people, including Frank, doing different illegal acts.

Frank sat back and grinned He didn't regret one thing that he had done to the little shit. Hell, at least he'd given the kid a roof over his head. He was just making sure Sam paid his rent.

"I want our video expert to examine these." Paul Lyons, Frank's defense attorney said while flipping through several of the pictures.

"No problem, you'll find it's all authentic, none of it's been tampered with." Chelsea replied confidently. "So, Frank still going with a plea of not guilty? Because let me tell you, when the jury takes one look at these pictures and hears Sam's testimony, they are going to be lining up to burn you at the stake."

Frank was quiet.

"What are you proposing?" Paul asked trying to find a way to get his client the least amount of time possible. It was obvious he was guilty and if he was honest about it, Paul wasn't so sure the man even deserved a trial to start with.

"He pleads guilty to the solicitation, rape and abuse of a minor, gives us the names of everyone who's ever paid him to use Sam and does a minimum of fifteen years in the state penitentiary." She answered.

Frank shook his head. "I'll take my chances." He said sending a glare towards Paul. No way he was giving up or admitting to what he'd done wrong in society's eyes.

DW/SW

"Hi Sam, how are you doing this week? Did you have a good Thanksgiving?" Dr. Boston asked when Sam walked into her office.

Sam nodded.

"Yeah, what did you do?" She asked starting out with a light happy topic. She'd already heard from Dean about going to Mike's and was pleased with their decision. She'd get to revisiting his old house later.

"We went to Mike's." Sam answered.

"Who's Mike?" She asked.

"He's a friend of Dean's and… and my tutor. He's really nice." Sam replied. "One of his dogs had puppies and Dean says I might get one for Christmas."

"That's awesome. I had dogs growing up all the time. They're really fun but a lot of work." She smiled. "Do you know which one you want?"

Sam nodded.

"Which one?" She asked.

"His name's Ace. He's almost all black with a little brown on his stomach and paws. And he's got floppy little ears." Sam smiled a little. "Dean says it's my job to train him and everything."

"You'll be good at that." Dr. Boston encouraged. "You said Mike's your tutor, how's that coming along?"

Sam shrugged. "It's hard and confusing."

"What's hard and confusing?" She prompted.

"English is okay and stuff but I just don't like math." He answered.

"What don't you like about it?" Dr. Boston asked.

Sam shrugged again.

"It's hard and confusing?" She guessed.

Sam nodded.

"You'll get it Sam, it just takes work and don't be too hard on yourself alright." She ordered gently.

Sam nodded. "You sound like Dean."

"Dean tells you that?" She asked.

"Yeah, he tells me I'm doing well and that I should be proud of myself, no matter what cause I'm trying and that's what counts." He explained.

"Sounds like good advice." Dr. Boston replied.

Sam nodded.

"So you went to go see your old house?" She asked noticing how Sam began to fidget. "How was that?"

Sam was quiet and Dr. Boston didn't push, she knew he'd talk when he was ready.

"They… they think he'll get off." Sam said quietly with a tinge of fear in his voice a few minutes later.

"Why do they think he'll get off?" She asked concerned and intrigued.

"Because they don't think my testimony will be enough." Sam explained. "Why wouldn't they believe me? Why do they think I'd make it up?"

"I don't know Sam. Are you going to testify?" Dr. Boston asked.

Sam shrugged. "I don't want to. I mean, I've been told I should but I don't know how I feel about it…" Sam lied deciding he'd talked enough for now and changed the subject. "So you said you had dogs growing up?"

Dr. Boston nodded allowing Sam the room he wanted and needed. "Yup, cats too."

"Ace is a German Sheppard. What kind did you have?" He asked.

"Oh, I had lots. I had Beagles, Golden Retrievers, even a poodle." She answered.

Sam nodded as the clock struck four. "Bye Dr. B." He said really wanting to get out of there as soon as possible.

"I'll see you next week Sam." She smiled kindly.

Okay, so how was that? I hope you liked it and please let me know what you thought. I'll try to get the next part up soon. :)