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XX: Sorry, didn't mean to confuse you. I meant the front lower part of his anatomy. I just didn't know how to put it in there without sounding crass or changin' the rating. She went inside him.

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"Months?" Dean repeated. She---she's been doin' this to him for months? he thought to himself. He---he couldn't deal with this. He had to get out---get some air. He made a motion as though he was going to bolt.

"Dean?" Sam asked. His stomach lurched as he realized that his brother meant to leave. No! I can't do this without him! his mind cried.

"Dean Andrew Winchester, don't you dare step outside that door," John sharply commanded when he saw his youngest's fearful expression.

"Yes, Sir," Dean replied, immediately halting his actions. The officers and doctor were surprised by the prompt compliance by the eighteen-year old. However, on the inside, Dean was dying. Dang it! I can't do this! I need some time to think. But Dad's given me an order, he thought to himself.

"Dad, I wanna go home," Sam spoke up.

"Um, doc, officers...are we done here?" John questioned.

"Yes. You're free to go," the three told them.

"We may have some more questions for you later," Officer Parks replied.

"We'll see if we can oblige," John stated. "Come on, Sammy," he continued.

"Yes, Sir," Sam agreed, allowing his father to gently lead him out the door. Dean followed behind, but then snagged Officer Harper's arm.

"Yes, son?" the man asked.

"What's gonna happen with this woman? What are you gonna do?" Dean queried.

"Your brother's results gives us probable cause to arrest her. Then we'll see if we can find some witnesses, maybe some other victims," Officer Harper answered.

"Others?" Dean repeated. "You really think she did this to other kids?" he continued.

"Predators rarely have only one victim, kid," was the man's response.

"'Pr---predator'? Dean repeated. Did they really think she was a predator?

"Dean? You comin'?" he heard his his father ask before the officers reply.

"Yes, Sir!" Dean called. "Excuse me," he stated. Then, he ran up to his father and brother.

"That's awful strange," Officer Parks noted.

"An eighteen-year old male who still listens to his father and does exactly what he's told?" Officer Harper agreed.

"We'll take it into consideration," Officer Parks said. Officer Harper grunted. Then, they left. In the car, Dean held Sam close, and the younger boy reveled in the warmth of his brother's strength.

"How you hangin', kiddo?" Dean queried. Sam just shrugged.

"I---" his voice fell away. In the front, John's dark eyes were blazing. Months? My son was raped for months and I never noticed it? he thought angrily. Dean noticed their father's rigid stance.

"Dad, you okay?" he queried.

"Fine," came the abrupt response. Sam looked up at their father.

"You're mad...aren't you?" he asked. Oh, dang, John thought. He blew out a breath. "No, Sammy. Not at you," he responded. "At myself," he stated.

"Why?" Sam asked.

"I'm your father. I should've seen this," John answered.

"I---I should've spoken up sooner. The---first time she did anything," Sam said.

"Hey, hey, hey, whoa. We can all play the blame game. Even me. But it won't help us any. We just need to regroup," Dean told chided. Meanwhile, Officers Parks and Harper had retrieved Miss Thompson's address and headed out to the location. They knocked on the door. The door opened to reveal a woman of medium height with brown eyes, and black hair.

"Can I help you?" she asked.

"Janet Thompson?" Officer Harper queried.

"Yes, that's me," the woman confirmed.

"Janet Thompson, you're under arrest for the rape and sexual abuse of Sam Winchester," Officer Parks said as he and Officer Harper lead her out to the squad car.

"What? That's outrageous! I never---"

"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law," Officer Parks interrupted, continuing the Miranda statement. "You have the right to an attorney..."