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KatieMalfoy19: Thanks. Here you go.

Nate and Jake: Yeah, it's pretty sad. And evil, considering that I tend to torture my favorite characters. Sorry this isn't soon enough.

Spuffyshipper: He will. I don't know. I think I do Sam better than Dean. But you're welcome to try.

Happybear 2005: I know this ain't fast or soon enough. Sorry.

7sTar: Thanks. I'll try. System error? That stinks.

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Hours later, Dean pulled into Lecompton, Kansas.

"I can't believe we're doing this. This totally bites," Sam growled. Dean rolled his eyes.

"Just drop it, Sam," he scolded. He wasn't too thrilled to back here himself. Lecompton was way too close to Lawrence. Plus, he had never really gotten along with Uncle Lyle, though he had never told anybody why. A memory came unbidden.

"Dean? Dean, are you up?" his uncle asked, opening the boy's door. Dean let out a soft grunt of pain at the recollection. However, he was careful to keep quiet. Sam didn't know, and he wouldn't ever. Besides, it's not like he had been hurt. Dean and his uncle had had a deal. If Dean never told, Sammy would be okay. It had only been him. Meanwhile, Sam was staring into space, going through his own torment.

"Sammy?" Uncle Lyle queried softly, opening the door.

"No," Sam protested.

"Ssssshhhhh. Your aunt just went to sleep," Uncle Lyle cautioned.

"You stay away from me," Sam snapped, throwing a stuffed animal at him. The man's face darkened as he approached. Sam paled.

"No. No, no, no, no, no..." Sam was unable to keep back the pained cry.

"Sammy, you all right?" Dean queried.

"Yeah. Let's just get this over with," Sam responded. With that, the brothers exited the car and started for the house. As they did so, Sam caught site of a shed. He stopped. Uncle Lyle grabbed Sam by the collar and threw him into the shed.

"You disrespectful little brat! You're gonna talk back to me?" he roared.

"You have no right to---" a cry of pain interrupted his sentence at the man backhanded him. On the ground, Sam's eyes widened as the man grabbed a whip and began to bare down.

"No! Not again!" he cried in fright.

"Sam!" Dean's voice brought the younger Winchester out of his reverie.

"Sorry," Sam apologized.

"What is it?" Dean asked.

"Nothing," Sam replied. They continued up to the house, each feeling as if they were walking to their doom.