Disclaimer: See chapter one

This is a extension of a sort from authoressnebula's Don't Say a Word. It's dark and graphic. So BE WARNED!

This chapter is much shorter than normal, but it's a BIG breakthrough for Sam's recovery so I hope that makes up for it :P

Enjoy chapter twenty-one!

Bobby hung the phone up, happy with the knowledge that the trusted doctor was coming. He grabbed the bowls of soup he had heated and carried them to the living room. Sam seemed calmer and more relaxed now. He had his eyes closed and was dozing in his brother's arms. Dean was slowly rocking Sam back and forth again, seemingly in his own world.

"Boys?"

Sam jumped and his eyes snapped open, but instead of turning to the source of the voice, he turned his face into Dean's shoulder again, as if to hide himself.

Bobby slowly walked up and set the bowls on the table. "I want you two to eat. I don't care what it takes but I want both of these dishes empty. Okay?"

Dean gave a small smile. "Sure, Uncle Bobby."

Bobby nodded in affirmation. "By the way, your doctor, Dr. DeBeaux is coming here."

Both the brothers immediately tensed up. "What? Why?"

"Look Dean, he doesn't believe that CPS lady anymore than I do. And I seriously think you boys need him. And not for just the physical stuff!" Bobby added when Dean opened his mouth.

Dean tightened his embrace around his brother. "We don't need anyone. We just need to be together. No offense to you, Bobby... but frankly I don't think we need you either. We just need you to make sure we don't get separated."

Bobby understood why Dean would feel like that, but still felt a bit hurt. He'd do anything for these boys and the way Dean put it seemed like Bobby was just a convenient tool. Still, it's understandable considering his own father, who he trusted unconditionally for years, betrayed him in the worst way possible. So, Bobby just nodded and sighed, "Alright. I'll leave you two to it," and left.

When Bobby left, Dean looked down at his brother, who was trembling violently in his arms. That's when Dean realized that his shoulder was wet. "Sammy?"

Sam looked up with teary eyes. "I-I didn' do it...?" he whispered fearfully.

Dean frowned. "Do what, Sam?"

Sam looked to where Bobby was previously standing. Then wrapping his arms around his brother's neck, he sat up a little so his lips were barely touching Dean's ear, as if he was afraid of being heard. "I didn' m-make Bobby...?"

"Didn't make Bobby what?"

"D-do it?"

"Well, he called Dr. DeBeaux because he was worried about us, but you didn't force him or anything..."

Sam shook his head slightly. "No, I didn' make 'im do... wha' I made Daddy do..."

Dean's eyes widened in horror. "What?!" Dean pulled back and held Sam at arms length so that he could look his little brother directly in the eye. He felt a dark pit form in his stomach when he realized what the fear in Sam's dull eyes meant. "You don't think that John raping you was your fault, do you?!"

Sam hung his head. Dean's starting to realize it now too... you idiot! Why'd you bring it up! Now Dean's gonna leave you on your dirty lonesome to rot and bleed back at that woman's house!

Dean just shook his head, momentarily speechless. "No! God no, Sam! It was NOT your fault!"

Sam looked up at Dean in surprise.

"What John did to you... was all HIS fault! He took advantage of you and forced you to do all those... awful things!"

Sam shook his head vehemently. He quickly sat back up and pressed his lips to Dean's ear harder than before, but spoke even quieter. "But I-I made 'im! My... stuff kept gettin' big an' made Daddy do those things...!"

Dean suddenly remembered a timid Sam asking how to stop an erection right before they left the town. He also remembered how he teased Sam about a potential girlfriend. And all that time he was scared that he was making John rape him! God, how can you be so stupid, Dean! Dean pulled back again and held Sam's head firmly between his hands. "No, Sam. One, it was NOT the erection that made John rape you. It was his choice and his damn fault!" Sam shook his head, tears starting to run down his face. When he tried to sit back up, Dean held him in place. "No, Sam. Just listen to me. Erections are just a natural bodily reaction. When John... did those things to you... your body just reacted like that naturally. It doesn't mean anything! It was NOT... your... fault!"

Sam just looked at his big brother tears falling down his face at a more rapid rate. Dean knows... Dean KNOWS and he says it's not my fault! So... he has to be right, right? Dean's never lied to me before... So, he said it so it must be true! I didn't do it... I didn't do it! But then...? Sam tried to sit up again and this time Dean let him. His lips touching Dean's ear again, he whispered, "B-but if D-daddy didn' do that 'cause of... my s-stuff... then why?"

Dean held his brother close. "I dunno, Sammy..."

"W-was it bec-cause I-I was b-bad...?"

"No! Sammy, you did nothing wrong! And even if you did, it doesn't justify what he did to you! Understand? You did nothing wrong!"

Sam slowly nodded and Dean smiled. Sam gave a small smiled back and Dean felt like the world was made of gold. Sam leaned forward and buried his face in Dean's shoulder and sobbed, because this time when he nodded... he meant it.

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