Hey, thank you for hanging in there and waiting on me. I got the next chapter up (though I'm not satisfied with it)
TW: This chapter contains semi-graphic sexual assault of a minor, read at your own risk.

Dean was awoken by a shaking and a panicked, slightly squeaky voice ringing in his ear. "Dean, get up, Come on man I can't stop him." Dean groaned, body already moving into action.

A loud crash had him out of the bed and running towards the kitchen, scanning for signs of danger. A slow scared Sully ran behind him. "He just got up and started and it's like he couldn't even see me." Sully's voice turned into a monologue buzzing in Dean's brain as he spotted the source of the commotion.

A trail of splattered blood and a knocked over chair where the things he spotted, but the glint of steel quickly stole his attention.

"Sam" He breathed, taking in the sight of his brother, covered in blood, arms cut like ribbons, eyes wide, wild, his hand held the hunting knife pressed tightly against his throat.

Dean's body was in action while his mind was still stuck on the sight. There was a yell and clatter as Sam was tackled to the floor, hands flailing then punching at Dean. "Sam!" Dean yelled, grabbing the fist before it made contact with his face. Dean had sparred with his brother on a few occasions but never in earnest and had he not had the advantage of leverage Sam would have more of a chance. As it was Dean was able to pin his brother down without further punching needed.

"What the hell Sammy" Dean painted, muscles straining as Sam struggled to break free of the hold.

"It won't stop" Sam spoke, and there was such desperation in his voice it caused a lump to form in Deans stomach

"What won't stop Sammy?" Dean struggled to keep his voice gentle and calming, despite the actively bleeding out brother.

"Feeling" Sam seemed to gasp as if drowning "The feeling"

"Breath Sam" Dean held tight, urging his brother to relax "I got you, just breathe, we'll figure this out."

It was a while in that hold, or perhaps just a few minutes, but Sam did start relaxing as Dean continued his soft words. Dean let go of his brother who just lied on the floor like a ragdoll. He managed to push Sam up into a sitting position and bandage his arms, they should get stitches but bandages would just have to do for a while longer. It was about 2 hours after the event that Sam passed out, and Dean allowed his beating heart to slow, and his breathing to relax. He manhandled his brother onto a couch and took a seat on the ground next to him, letting a hand fall through his face, lowering it and seeing it was still stained with blood. How the hell were they going to explain this mess?

"We need help" Dean whispered

Bobby, as always, answered right away. "It's Sam" Dean didn't bother with any other greeting. "It's not good Bobby, I don't know what the hell is going on and I don't know how to fix it."

"Dean, just tell me what happened."

As Dean took the brief time explaining the night's trauma Bobby only said "I'll be there soon." Those words were far more comforting than any other the man could have said. Dean needed an Ally, which would normally be his brother. In truth, he was not nearly as comfortable fighting things alone as he liked to pretend.

"It's time to figure out what the hell is going on." He whispered, feeling around his duffle bag until he brought out a pair of handcuffs. "Sorry Sammy" He did feel bad about invading his brother's privacy, but he would rather have a pouty Sam than a Dead Sam.

"Sully, come out come out wherever you are." Dean called, securing one handcuff to his hand and the other to his brothers. If Sam woke up, Dean would be pulled from whatever vision he was seeing.

As Dean expected, Sully appeared next to him, looking concerned. "Are you sure you want to go back Dean?" Sully's voice was soft, his hands digging into his overall pockets. "You won't be able to change anything."

Dean felt himself irritated at Sully's hesitation. "My baby brother almost tried to kill himself, and I have no doubt it has something to do with what happened to him here. Hell yeah I'm sure I want to go back."

Sully nodded in relentment, motioning for Dean to sit. When Dean did Sully leaned forward, once again placing a finger on Dean's forehead. "I'm sorry" He whispered, and Dean was shoved rudely into the dream-like state. It took a moment for him to become aware of his surroundings, the pastor sat next to Sam on one of the church couches in some sort of lounge room. Sam was reading and the pastor was watching him, Dean did not fail to notice the hand coincidentally on Sam's thigh, seeming to slowly climb higher. He felt his skin crawl.

Sam scooted a bit farther away, he didn't seem aware of the situation, perhaps it was instinct? The pastor scooted with him, leaning in even closer and wrapping his other arm around Sam's shoulders. Sam put his book down and looked at the pastor questinglly.

"Sam, you've grown a lot since you started coming to see me." The pastor smiled, his charm not lost on Dean. "I'm very proud of all the work and learning you've been putting in."

Sam nodded, not sure what to say.

"I really enjoy you coming to visit, it gets lonely on the weekdays when no one else is here." He ruffled Sam's hair, and Sam didn't seem to mind the motion. "You're special Sam, and I like it. I can tell you're like me, you're different."

"What do you mean?" Sam asked. It was clear Sam had complete trust in the man, and he really didn't have a reason not to. The man was trusted by both pastor Jim and his father, and had been more of a father in 3 weeks than his dad had in years.

"You've always felt like there was something a little different about you, like you don't really belong anywhere." The man slipped his hand around Sam's waste, pulling him even closer. Sam seemed hesitant at the action but didn't fight it.

"I'm the same way, I've always been a little different, but you know it's not so bad to be different. I love you Sammy, I love the things that make you you. The way your little mind works and your gentle brown hair and your eyes. I've done a lot for you these past few weeks right?"

Sam nodded, hesitant at the conversation.

"Do you think you could do something for me? I promise you'll like it. It's nothing bad, but other people might have made you think it was bad. But I wouldn't do anything bad right?"

Sam didn't say anything, Dean could tell that warning signs were starting to go off in the boy's head, and Dean prayed that those flags would push his brother to do something, anything, run out the door. He also knew deep down, that something bad, something horrible, was about to happen to his brother. He felt frozen, the tension in the room keeping him locked in place.

"I'm going to touch you in a place that's a little different than most people touch you, and it might feel really weird but I promise it'll feel good real soon." He smiled, his tone warm and comforting. "Do you know what Sex is Sam?"

Obviously Sam knew, Dead had never been one to hide such things from his little brother. Sam probably knew more about sex than most highschoolers. Sam nodded his head, tensing at the words.

"Sex isn't bad right? It's something God created afterall."

Sam nodded again, as the pastor's hands slipped down his waist, closer to his belt.

"So if I'm not bad, and sex isn't bad, then this will be okay hmm? As a little favor to me?"

Say something. Dean shouted, hands clenching at his sides. Say something damn it

"Um, but I'm a kid." Sam whispered, clearly not wanting to confront the man, but he was obviously shaking slightly with fear. "And you're an adult."

"You're not any normal kid Sam." The man almost purred, slowly unbuckling the small boys belt. "You're special. You're like me."

'He's not, he's nothing like you, you monster." Dean inwardly screamed, his knees giving way. His stomach felt like a small army was waging war inside it.

"Will it hurt?" Sam asked, voice barely above a whisper.

"Naw buddy." The man kissed the boy's cheek. "I would never hurt something that is so special to me. It might feel weird, but it won't hurt."

Dean watched in a frozen trance as the man manipulated his brother, playing with Sam's delicate emotions and weaving logic into the most twisted of forms. Telling Sam that his brother and father might not understand, that they might not want him if they found out he was different. Dean slipped to his knees when the man's hand was fully down Sam's pants, and Sam hugged himself until the man, no, the monster directed one of Sam's little hands. Dean was heaving, his entire body shaking, sweat slipping down his back and neck.

"If you tell Dean or your father Sam, they might not want you anymore." The man held a crying Sam, the day's events finished. Sam was shaking with such an assault of emotions and Dean wished more than anything he could be the one there holding his brother. "Even if they find out though, when they don't want you anymore, you can come stay with me." He breathed softly against Sam's cheek, and Dean found himself gagging, his entire body seeming to protest his existence.

A gentle touch on his shoulder caused Dean to look up, Sully was next to him, his red puffy face revealing that he had been crying, Dean reached up to find his own face wet though he was unsure if it was sweat or tears. "That's enough Dean." Sully whispered, drawing Dean from the dream back into reality.

Dean 'woke' from his dream Sully sitting next to him on the floor, Sam still sleeping on the couch, hand still chained to Dean's. "I wish you didn't have to see." Sully gave Dean a sad smile. "I know it was hard Dean, but Sam's-"

Dean held up a hand, still shaking in the air. "Stop, it's fine." His voice was hoarse, and felt like he had swallowed glass. Maybe he had been yelling? "You warned me, and I don't regret going." He lowered his hand, letting it collapse on top of his knee as he let out a shaky sigh. He turned to look at Sam, who (for all appearances) was sleeping comfortably, and it would have been peaceful if not for the blood soaked bandages covering his arm and the shallow cut along his neck. "If whatever is going on is connected to Sam." Dean thought out loud "Is connected to what happened to Sam, what that bastard did, how do we stop it?"

Sully shrugged, and Dean recognised a similar pain in the creature's eyes that he felt whenever he looked at his hurting brother. "I'm afraid that's not part of my knowledge." Sully turned to look back at Dean. "But, I know that if anyone can figure it out it'll be you."

Dean sat in silence, looking on at his brother, thinking hard about what he had witnessed. He knew why Sam had kept it a secret, knew that the bastard had manipulated his brother, and with as much pride as their father pushed on them it was even harder talking about delicate matters. Sam was terrified and Dean couldn't blame him, but deep down Dean couldn't stop the feeling of anger at his brother. Dean had always been there for Sam, and yet despite that Sam had decided to suffer alone. It wasn't rational, he knew this, and he was angry at himself for still feeling it. He should have known, should have been there, the signs were so obvious now.

A knock at the door pulled Dean from his thoughts and he fumbled in his pocket, pulling out the small key and quickly unlocking the handcuffs. Before he had made it to the door he heard "Dean, you had better be in there." Dean felt relief flood him at the sound of his friend's voice.

"Bobby" Dean greeted, opening the door and the older hunter stepping inside, careful of the salt lines. "Thank God you are here, how the hell did you get here so fast?"

"Plane, seemed like a 19 hour drive wouldn't cut it." Bobby was matter-of-fact "Sam?"

"Sleeping." Dean accepted the shoulder pat the man gave him, it was their form of a hug.

"Not anymore" They both turned to see a sitting up Sam. Dean tensed, preparing himself to restrain his brother again, but Sam seemed to be coherent.

"How are you feeling son?" Bobby asked, quickly walking over and eyeing the boy, eyes lingering on the bloodied bandages. "Stupid question huh?"

"What the hell happened?" Sam looked around, eyes growing concerned at the amount of blood in the living quarters.

"What do you remember?" Dean took a seat next to Sam, hoping his presence would be of some sort of comfort.

"I remember…" Sam's face paled as he stared at a spot about 2 feet from his nose.

"Sammy?" Dean's panic meter was rising fast.

"God.." Sam raised a shaky hand to his face, staring at the bandages. Shaking, he started to unwrap them.

"Sam." Dean quickly put a hand over his brothers, causing the exposure to stop. "Sam it's fine, you're fine. We're going to figure this out."

"I don't know" Sam's voice was a whisper. "I don't know why I - I just - It was like my mind wasn't mine." He looked at Dean "It didn't feel like any spirit we've ever met Dean."

"I believe you buddy, but we'll get to the bottom of it." Dean nodded at Bobby "We've got some help now, you just gotta hang in there."

"Yeah" Sam swallowed "Yeah sure." He gave a weak smile to Bobby. "Thanks."

"No need for that." Bobby smiled back, reassuringly. "It's what I'm here for, to watch out for your asses. Now how about you tell us what you know so we can get to the bottom of this."

As Sam and Dean went over the information they gathered so far and started on researching the public records they could access the night lulled on, and the sun rose over the horizon. Sam again fell asleep, undoubtedly exhausted from the mental and physical healing.

"Bobby, would you keep an eye on him? There's something I have to do." Dean rose from his chair, grabbing his coat.

"It can't wait?" Bobby asked, slightly accusatory.

"No, it really can't." Dean picked up a gun, stuffing it into his waistband. "I have a son-of-a-bitch to slay."

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