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DISCLAIMER

Well, the deadline for my papers got extended, so I have a little more time on my hands. Supernatural belongs to the WB, which will soon be the CW. I got the information on how to do a rape kit from a fanfic author whose identity will remain anonymous for confidentiality reasons, though it's probably different for a guy than a girl. And men weren't recognized as rape or sexual abuse victims until the mid-nineties. You'll see the reason for the last part of the disclaimer later on in the story. And I'm aware I'm rushing the results of Sam's test and I apologize for the unrealisticness. But it was important for the story.

For a while, John just held his youngest son. He tried to figure out how he had missed the fact that Sammy was hurting. How could I have missed this? Was I so obsessed that I just ignored the signs? the man wondered. Sam lay against his father, drawing comfort from his strong arms. He believed me. Oh, my gosh. He believed me. I can't believe he took my word, he thought in relief. Dean clenched a fist, barely controlling his rage. Oh, man. If I ever get my hands on this witch...I swear I will cut her throat, he thought to himself.

"Dad, what's the next step?" the older son asked.

"We call the police," their father answered. The younger boy began to struggle.

"No, no, no, no!" he protested.

"Easy. Easy, Sammy," came the statement.

"Dad, we can't go to the police," Sam protested.

"Listen son, I know this is hard for you, but she committed a crime. She has to be punished," John told him.

"I can't believe you're not mad at me," Sam confessed.

"For what? Being scared? Sammy, fighting a poltergeist or demon is one thing, but something like this...that's a whole 'nother ballgame," John told him.

"Dad's right. This---this is a whole new experience. For all of us," Dean agreed. "But Sammy, we're gonna be right here with you. No matter what happens, Dad and I'll be by your side," he promised. A lump appeared in Sam's throat and he swallowed noisily. Then, he let out a ragged breathe.

"Okay. Call the police," he whispered. John released his son and walked over to the phone. Sam shivered when his father's warmth left him. As John talked, Dean punched Sam on the arm. For a moment, Sam stared. Then he returned the favor. Their father talked for a few more minutes, and then turned back to his sons.

"Sam, the police told me that they'd take your statement at the hospital," he declared.

"The...hospital?" Sam asked in confusion.

"You have to get checked out," John told him.

"But---" Sam began to protest.

"She did go to rape you. And your jeans---" Dean said.

"Don't," Sam interrupted. "I'll tell my story. But just once. I don't think I'll have the strength to tell it again," he told them. Dean and John nodded. The three walked to the truck and headed for the local hospital. When they arrived, a doctor was already waiting for them.

"Sam Winchester?" the man questioned.

"How'd you know my name?" Sam asked guardedly.

"I'm Dr. Mark Richards. The police called me and said a John Winchester was bringing in his son Sam for observation," the doctor answered. Sam was led by his father into one of the hospital, where he changed into a green hospital gown. Then, he was told to sit with his legs spread apart.

"Sam, this is gonna be a bit embarassing for you...but I'm going to have to look inside you," the man stated. Sam blanched.

"Sam, do you want us go?" John asked, seeing the expression.

"No. Stay," Sam answered tightly. He grabbed onto his father and brother's hands and shut his eyes. A few seconds later, he felt a sharp pain and he grunted. Two simultaneous squeezes told Sam that John and Dean were still with him. Dean watched as some kind of probe was stuck inside his brother.

"Seems to be a lot of tearing here," Dr. Richards mused as Sam grunted again.

"I, uh---I heard some of what happened. It's how we find out. I'm not---I'm not sure how far she got," Dean told him.

"She?" the doctor repeated.

"History teacher," Sam responded in a pain-filled voice. The doctor shook his head in sympathy.

"I'm sorry, son," he said. When he was done, Sam blew out a shaky breath.

"We'll have to run some more tests. Make sure there was no lasting damage," Dr. Richards told them.

"Damage? Wh---what kind of damage?" Dean wondered. What was this guy talking about?

"STD, whether the tears will heal, stuff like that," the doctor answered. Sam cleared his throat.

"Are the cops here yet?" he questioned.

"You're mighty eager," the doctor noted in some surprise.

"I just wanna get it over with, done," Sam responded. The doctor nodded. He could somewhat understand that.

"I'll go check," he told them. He left them alone and went to search for the officers as Sam got redressed. Fortunately, it didn't take long since they had already arrived. Then, they were brought into the room.

"Mr. Winchester, these officers are here to take your statement," Dr. Richards. told the family, then left them alone.

"Sam, my name is Officer Steve Parks and this is my partner Greg Harper," the first man said gently.

"Do you mind telling us what happened?" Officer Harper questioned. Sam blew out a breath and proceeded to tell the whole story. How he had gotten a bad vibe from her the first day of school, how she was always singling him out, asking to see him after class.

"I just...I feel so dirty," Sam finished with a sigh.

"Don't. Sam, awareness of boys being raped is just coming up. By making this statement, you're taking away this woman's power. You're taking a stand. Not many people do that, not even girls," Officer Parks told him. Just then, there was a knock. The door was opened to reveal Dr. Richards carrying a sheet of paper.

"That was fast," John noted.

"I put a rush on it," Dr. Richards answered.

"And?" Officer Harper asked.

"Sam's been raped all right. Repeatedly. In fact, I'd say it's been going on for months," Dr. Richards responded. Dean felt like he had been punched in the stomach.