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For a moment, Dean stood stock still. Had he heard right? His brother's soft cry of pain moved him into action. Miss Thompson whirled around at the sound of the door banging.

"What the heck do you think you're doing to my brother?" Dean growled.

"Oh, no," Sam groaned. He quickly squirmed out of the teacher's grasp, rezipped his jeans, and began rebuttoning his shirt. When he was finished, Sam watched as Dean grabbed Miss Thompson and pinned her to the ground in a chokehold.

"Just havin' a little fun," Miss Thompson managed to get out.

"If you ever touch my brother again, I will kill you," Dean threatened. Her eyes widened. Satisfied that he had gotten his point across, Dean released her and then grabbed Sam's arm.

"Get your things and let's go," he ordered. Sam did as he was told and then followed his brother out of school. Once they were inside the car, Dean peeled out of the parking lot.

"I can't believe we didn't see this!" he fumed. Sam rubbed the back of his neck with a hand.

"You're not gonna tell Dad, are you?" he asked.

"What the---what the heck kind of stupid question is that? Of course I'm tellin' Dad," came the response.

"Dean, don't. Don't tell Dad," the younger boy pleaded.

"Listen to yourself: 'Don't tell Dad'. I've got to! What she did to you is a crime," Dean stated.

"Don't you get it? It---it's my fault. I didn't fight her off," Sam objected.

"You said 'No'. That's enough," Dean replied. Within minutes, they were back home. The boys walked into the house and into the kitchen.

"Dad, we have to talk," Dean announced seriously, grabbing Sam's arm so he couldn't make an escape.

"Dean, no," Sam objected, trying to wiggle free. The only result was that his brother strengthened his grip.

"What is it? What's going on?" John questioned.

"I know why Sam hates it here. I know why he's been showin' such an interest in hunting," Dean answered.

"Dean, please," Sam begged.

"Report now," John commanded, coming around from the table to stand in front of them.

"I went to pick up Sam and found him with his history teacher who had her hands all over him," Dean stated. John froze.

"What?" he asked in a tightly controlled voice.

"She was makin' him have sex with her. And from what I heard, it's been goin' on for quite a while," Dean continued.

"Sam?" John queried.

"No! It's a lie!" Sam screamed, wrenching out of Dean's grasp.

"Sam!" Dean exclaimed.

"It's a lie! Nothing happened! Nothin'!" Sam insisted as tears streamed down his face.

"Sam!" John shouted. Sam started to strike at his brother, but John quickly grabbed him in a hug.

"It's okay. It's okay, Sam. I got you. I got you. Just let it out," he soothed.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I didn't mean to, Dad. I swear," Sam cried. John made little shushing noises.

"It's okay, Sam. You're okay. It's okay. You're safe," the man comforted.

"I---I didn't even fight. I couldn't. I was too scared. I was too weak," Sam sobbed.

"Don't say that. She's messed up, man. She's like---wired wrong," Dean snapped.

"That's right, Sam. This isn't your fault," John agreed. Sam drew in a ragged breath.

"It's---not?" he asked.
"No. She was the adult. You're just a kid. She had no right to seduce you," came the answer.

"But you taught me better. You taught me how to fight. And I---I just took it," the younger boy said plaintively.

"I told you---she's wired wrong," the older sibling said harshly. Sam blew out a breath.

"I just---I just didn't know what to do. I didn't think you'd believe me, Dad," he admitted.

"Of course I would. I'm your father," the patriarch promised.