The First Cut is the Deepest Ch. 14
Disclaimer: Kripke and the CW owns the Winchesters. I only wish I were making a profit from this story!
Author's Note: I was trying to get out a new chapter of Lessons in Pain but this one just wouldn't leave me alone. I promise to have the other up no later than tomorrow!
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Previously: John's heart broke as he watched a steady stream of tears flowing down Dean's face as he softly whispered words that were only meant for his brother. Looking at the other men with tears glistening in his own eyes, John said "Lets get the boys somewhere safe and secure. Once we do that, I want to find the punks who tried to rape my baby and make them pay for the trauma they inflicted on Sammy. They'll wish they had never laid a finger on him after I get finished with them.
"John, I think I have the perfect place for you and the boys until Sammy's on his feet again. There's a cabin not too far from here up in the hills--only about a forty five minute drive away. It's nice and secluded and nobody will bother you and the boys." Bobby said knowing that the Winchester's didn't need to be holed up in some hotel with the way things were with Sammy right now in case the kid lost it.
"Bobby, I'm not too sure I want to have him so far away from a hospital right now. I mean what if…"
"John, if you were to take Sammy to a hospital right now they would most likely lock the kid away in a psych ward and neither he or Dean could handle that right now. Just give Dean a chance, you know as well as I do that if anyone can get through to Sammy it will be his big brother."
"Yeah, I guess you're right. Thanks Bobby" John replied knowing that his boys had a bond that was unbreakable. "Are you sure the cabin's safe?"
"Oh yeah, like a fortress. The cabin belonged to Denny Williams before he was killed on a hunt. He set that cabin up like a safe house with all the wards and sigils he had in place. He built the damn thing of consecrated iron and then covered it with logs to make it look like any other ordinary log cabin. Your boys will be safer there than any other place right now." Bobby replied.
"Okay, let's get moving then." John said as he started walking around to the driver's side of the Impala and climbed in. The sooner they got there the better it would be. He waited for Bobby and Luke to load up and then headed off in the direction that Bobby pointed. As John drove, he kept glancing in the rearview mirror to check on his youngest. It broke his heart to see Sammy so unresponsive and seemingly unaware of his environment. He made a pledge to himself right then and there to put off the hunt for as long as it took to get Sammy better.
After the forty five minute drive that was filled with silence, John pulled up to the rustic looking cabin that was situated in a grove of trees. He looked the place over and liked what he saw. Not only did they have a place where Sammy would be kept safe until he healed, but there was a lake situated out back that would be great for fishing. Maybe they would be able to break through those walls that Sammy built up around himself while out on a boat in the middle of the lake.
"John, take your boys inside and get them settled while Luke and I get your things." Bobby stated knowing that John needed some time alone with his boys. He could feel John's frustration at the situation building and knew he wouldn't show his emotions with others around.
John smiled his thanks at Bobby as he reached into the back seat and placed an arm under Sammy's knees and one around his back. "I've got him Ace." John stated as he lifted Sammy from Dean's arms and cradled his youngest to his chest as silent tears began to run down his face. He set off quickly towards the cabin with Dean walking beside him.
Upon opening the door, John glanced around. The cabin was relative clean and had all the amenities they would require. Looking off to his right, he could see a bedroom with a king sized bed situated in the middle of the room. He carried Sammy into the room and pulled back the comforter before tenderly laying his youngest on the bed. Sitting on the side of the bed, he ran his fingers through Sammy's hair as he spoke to him in a soft comforting tone. "Sammy, I need you to wake up for me baby so that I can make things up to you. I know that I have been horrible to you and that I've lost your trust, but I swear I never meant to hurt you kiddo. I need you to know that you're safe now and that I'll do whatever it takes to make you feel safe again. I love you Sammy. Please don't hate me kiddo." John whispered as he laid his head on Sammy's chest and began to cry in earnest.
Dean stood silently at the bottom of the bed with a huge lump in his throat as he heard his father's heart rending words to Sammy. He could tell how much it was tearing his dad apart to think that Sammy hated him right now and he just didn't know how to make things better between the two of them. He wished they could raise the damn witch and kill her all over again for the pain she was putting their family through right now.
Finally pulling himself together, John wiped his eyes with his sleeve and looked up at Dean. "I need you to stay here with your brother so Bobby, Luke and I can go take care of those punks who tried to rape Sammy."
"You know I wouldn't want to be anywhere else" Dean replied as he walked over and sat down on the bed beside his baby brother needing to be as close to Sammy as possible. "Don't worry dad, I won't leave his side."
"I know you won't Ace." John replied with a smile as he walked over towards the door. "Bobby and I will salt the windows and doors before we leave so you won't have to worry about it. I'm not sure how long we'll be gone, but we'll get back as soon as possible son."
"Don't sweat it dad, Sammy and I will be just fine!" Dean stated trying to take at least a little of the weight off of his dad's shoulders. He watched his dad leave before climbing into the bed and laying down beside Sammy. He could feel his brother lightly shivering and pulled the comforter up over them before pulling Sammy into his side. "I've gotcha little brother."
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As they made the drive back to the town where Sammy had been attacked, John informed Bobby and Luke about what he planned to do to the boys. He knew chances were that they could have been influenced by Tanyana, but they wouldn't have acted on that influence if they weren't scumbags deep down. He didn't plan on killing the boys, but he would make damned sure they never attacked another innocent kid again by scaring them pretty bad.
After arriving back in the town where the attack occurred. John parked the Impala at an all night diner and then he and the others set out on foot to meet up with Ben once again and then search for the boys who had hurt Sammy. Luke filled his best friend in on some of the events that had happened and promised to let him in on the rest at a later time. After being told of the plan to get back at the attempted rapists, Ben decided he wanted in on the action. Those hoodlums had been causing a lot of problems for the homeless people in town and he wanted to be there when they was taken down off of their high horses.
Luke took the lead since he and Ben would most likely know the places where the punks might hang out. They finally got lucky a few hours later when Luke pointed out the five young boys who were exiting a gaming arcade with a swagger to their stride. John took an instant dislike to the boys as he watched how they pushed people out of their way while walking up the street. The punks thought they owned the street and he was more than ready to prove them wrong. They soon fell in a fair distance behind and watched the boys until they turned down what Luke knew to be a dead end alley.
As John and the others rounded the corner, the first thing they noticed was the boys leaning against a graffiti covered wall as they chugged down beer. The boys looked as if they didn't have a care in the world as they laughed and cursed and smashed their empty bottles against the stone wall behind them. Glaring at the boys in disgust, John started walking towards them with the others following. They had covered over half the distance to the gang when John said rather loudly "Well what do we have here? Looks to me like a bunch of pansy assed queers who don't know how to hold their beer."
"Who the hell do you think you're talking to?" Jimbo the leader of the group asked. "You better get your asses out of here before we teach you a lesson you won't soon forget." Jimbo stated with authority.
"That's funny, that's just what we were planning to do to you." John said as he walked up to Jimbo and poked him roughly in the chest with his index finger.
"You're crazy man, I'm gonna frigging kill you" Jimbo seethed as he flexed his fists. Nobody comes on our turf and tries to push us around.
"Bring it on chubby" John said with a smirk. "I'm gonna teach you not to mess with defenseless teenagers ever again."
"What the hell you going on about you crazy lunatic?" Jimbo inquired as his boys surrounded him while Bobby and the others did the same with John.
"I'm talking about my son!" John answered forcefully through clenched teeth. You bastards took it upon yourself to attack him the other night and now you're gonna pay."
"Hey, I think the loon is talking about pretty boy" Andy smirked as he licked his lips to taunt John. "The kid sure had a nice ass. If he shows his pretty boy face again, we'll make sure to have a little fun with him." Andy didn't have time to react as John's fist flew forward and punched him square on the nose. John could feel the cartilage disintegrate under his fingers and knew the kid's nose was most definitely broken.
"Get them" Jimbo yelled as he launched himself towards John trying to tackle him to the ground. John however deftly sidestepped him and clipped the punk behind the ear with his fist. He didn't take time to check what was going on with the other punks knowing that Bobby and the others would handle them with ease. He took a fighting stance and waited for Jimbo to make his move again.
As Jimbo swung his fist aiming for John's cheek. John caught it in his hand and quickly twisted the boys arm around and behind his back. "Nice try tubby, but you ain't no match for me" he said as he released the kid once again and then goaded him by saying "Is that all you have? Hell you're weaker than my ninety year old grandmother!"
"You son of a bitch, you're a dead man" Jimbo stated as he tried to kick John in the groin but made contact with his thigh instead. He then started swinging wildly with his fists as he tried to connect with John's body. John expertly avoided the blows by using his forearms to keep the blows from landing. Finally tiring of playing with the punk, he landed a solid punch to the kid's jaw and watched him drop to the ground dazed. He looked over to see that Bobby and the others had the rest of the thugs on their knees as Bobby held a gun on them.
"Time to teach these bastards a lesson" John stated as he herded Jimbo over to the rest of the group. He looked each boy in the eye until they were forced to look away and said "Take off their clothes, it's time these fugly boys found out what it's like to be forcefully stripped." He stood by in satisfaction and watched as Bobby and the others removed the punks jeans and shirts leaving them in just their undergarments.
Pulling out his knife, John ran it along his thumb and said "Maybe I ought to castrate them and shove that thing up their own asses since they seemed so eager to do it my baby just the other day." He watched as the boys began to violently shiver at the thought of losing their manhood.
"Mister please" one the boys stated as tears began to roll down his eyes. "I swear I won't do it again, please, I'm begging you."
John smiled as he realized he had finally driven his point home. "Bobby, where's that permanent marker?" he asked and waited for Bobby to hand it over. He then wrote the word rapist in big bold letters across their bare chests. Once he was finished, he walked the boys out into the deserted street and tied them securely to the light poles.
"You're lucky I am allowing you to live. If I ever hear of you boys attacking another kid, I'll be back and carry out my threat." John stated before turning his back and walking away. Yeah, he knew he had been somewhat severe with the boys, but he was sure they'd never touch an innocent kid again. As they walked away, John took a deep calming breath and whispered "I need to get back to my boys."
TBC