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DISCLAIMER
Supernatural belongs to the WB, which will soon be the CW. I only own characters you don't recognize. Slight references to "Something Wicked". I was originally going to do a subplot type thing where Officers Harper and Parks questioned Dean about their father, but decided that it didn't have much to do with the story.
That night, John sat at the table, nursing a beer. His mind raced with all that had happened. Sammy's documentation for the courts, his detailed accounts of the molestation...there had been times when the man had nearly thrown up from the graphic details. In fact, the only silver lining was the doctor's reports that Sammy hadn't received any STD's and that the tears would heal, though there'd still be scars. Presently, the older man was aware of footsteps and turned in his chair to see his oldest son.
"Couldn't sleep either?" John asked. Dean shook his head.
"I'm too mad to sleep," he responded, then took a chair. "Dad, I don't get it. Why would anyone do this? Dang it, he's just a kid," Dean continued.
"I don't know, Dean. I don't know why a person would abuse their authority and hurt a kid like this," John answered.
"Dad, I---I feel like I failed you," Dean confessed.
"Dean," John said somewhat reproachfully.
"Come on! Sammy's my responsibility! And---I---I didn't even catch on that he was goin' through somethin'. Not until I heard it when I went to go look for him," Dean continued. His eyes clouded. He couldn't believe he had failed Sammy again. This was almost as bad as the time he had left his younger brother alone for that Shtriga to take. John blew out a breath. This was obviously hitting Dean really hard. His oldest had a tendancy to blame himself if something bad happened to Sammy. Of course, that could've had something to do with the Shtriga incident some years ago.
"Look, Dean---" whatever John had planned to say was cut off by a loud cry from his youngest.
"Sammy!" Instantly, both were on their feet and up the stairs. Dean forced open the door and in the moonlight could see the pained expression on his younger brother's face.
"No," he moaned. A nightmare. Just a nightmare, Dean thought in semi-relief. For several horrible minutes, he had thought that something was attacking his baby brother. But now came the task of waking Sammy up. Sam's body tensed and he put out his hands as if to block something.
"No. Don't," he said. As his nightmare continued, John and Dean hurried to the boy's side.
"Sammy, Sammy, wake up," John said soothingly. Sam only moaned.
"Please," he whispered fearfully.
"Sam, come on. Wake up," Dean urged, placing a hand on his shoulder. This caused the younger boy to jerk away. Only John's quick reflexes kept Sam's head from hitting the wall. Suddenly, his eyes flew open.
"Sssssh...it's okay, son. You're safe," John soothed. Sam drew in a ragged breath and then blew it out. Meanwhile, at his own house, Chad was locked in his own nightmare. He could feel her. Touching, kissing him. With a gasp, he jerked awake. The sixteen-year old's eyes' clouded and he pulled the covers closer around his body.