The Changing Lights of the Rainbow

Chapter 2

The banging on the door didn't take long to wake little Sammy back up. He woke up scared, crying. Dean rocked him back and forth "shh, shhh, Sammy, shhhhh" he repeated over and over. He buried the baby's face in his chest to muffle the cries. He could tell his little brother was trying to be quiet, he was trying to do what his big brother asked, but he wasn't very successful.

"STOP! JUST GO AWAY!" Dean screamed at the man behind the door.

"Then open the damn door!" the voice called back.

"You're not my daddy, go away"

"Then who the hell do you think I am, boy? You've lost your damn mind! Open the damn door before I beat your ass!"

Dean sat in the corner, rocking his brother, holding him tight with trembling hands. Tears were running down both of their faces. Fear gripping their souls tight.

The man continued banging on the door, Dean could see it was starting to move, the man, who called himself 'dad' was starting to beat the door in. Dean had to think fast. He wasn't very good at the whole hunting thing, he hadn't been on any hunts yet, the only thing he knew was what his dad had told him. And, his dad had told him, one time, he hunted something that had made itself look like someone else. Dean wasn't sure if that's what was beating down his door, but he knew for sure something didn't feel right, and that wasn't his dad.

He quickly darted his eyes around the room, looking for a safer place to hide, to protect Sammy. He grabbed the blankets and pillows and ran into the bathroom with his brother. He also grabbed his sippy cup that he had already filled with juice. He placed a bundle of blanket on the bottom of the bathtub, surrounded the edge with the pillows and put Sammy in the middle of it, wrapping the other cover around him, covering him, but being sure he left a breathing hole.

He handed his sippy cup to him before covering his head. "Sammy, I need you to stay in here, okay? No matter what happens, you need to be as quiet as you can. That man, he's not our dad, he's a bad man, and you need to stay right here, and stay safe, I'll protect you, I promise. Okay?"

Sammy nodded his head and Dean finished covering him with the cover and closed the shower curtain to hide him a little better.

"I gotta go out and protect you, I'm going to lock the door, you need to stay quiet and don't open it for no one." Dean added as he walked away, quickly locking the bathroom door and closing it behind him.

The banging increased, and when he walked out of the bathroom he noticed the door was almost broken down. The man kept yelling at Dean, telling him to open the door.

Dean hesitated, darting his eyes around the room one last time. He debated hiding in the corner again, but was too scared to leave his brother. He was afraid, if he hid, he would leave Sammy vulnerable. He didn't have much time to make up his mind, the moment he decided to stand guard at the bathroom door, the front door came crashing in. A man, who looked and sounded like his dad stood in the opened doorway.

"Now, you're going to get it, boy!"

The man stomped toward the scared boy.

He stood still, like a statue, standing his ground. He wasn't going to allow this man to take him down without a fight. He had a job to do, he had a brother to protect.

"Go away!" Dean yelled, "You're not my daddy! Go away!"

The man gave a malicious smile, his eyes turning darker the closer he moved toward Dean.

"Oh, Dean. You just don't get it, do you? I'm your dad, the only dad you'll ever have! And, I'm going to kill you, then I'm going to find that little snot nosed brother of yours and put him in the ground right beside you."

Dean balled his hands into a fist, even though they were shaking, there was no way anyone was going to hurt his brother!

"You gotta go through me first, and that'll never happen! NO ONE is going to hurt my brother!"

The man just laughed, "Oh, don't worry, I fully intend on going through you, first, and, I intend on enjoying every moment of it."

The man grabbed Dean by his shoulders, his strength was stronger than anything he had ever felt before. He let out a small whimper of fear as the man tossed him into the wall beside him.

Not giving the young boy a chance to protect himself, he took his boot to his small rib cage, causing another small whimper, this time from the pain. The man knelt beside Dean, smiling what could only be described as an evil smile. "Having fun yet? Because, I am." The man said as he threw a fist, striking the small, shivering face that laid before him.

Dean threw his hands up, covering his face and head, he rolled his knees to his chest, in an attempt to protect his body and ribs. The man grabbed Dean's ankle, pulling him out of his ball against the wall, leaving him laying flat, and opened to attack, in the middle of the floor.

"No, please" Dean begged as another fist made its way to his fragile body.

Out of pure rage, the man stood, he swung his arm, letting his hand come into contact with the tv and everything that sat on the dresser, causing it to crash to the floor. Dean jumped, and whimpered away, pressing his body against the nearby bed. The man grabbed the boy again, throwing him against the wall beside the broken-down door.

His body fell to the floor in a boneless, lifeless, hump. The only movement that came from the boy was the uncontrolled trembling of his body. He could taste the coper taste of blood filling his mouth. He could feel the pain inflicted on his body. His whole body ached, he wanted it to stop. He wanted Bobby, he wanted his dad, his real dad.

"Where's Daddy?" He asked with a shaky voice, as the man grabbed his face, pulling his head off the floor to look at him.

"I'm all you've got now, boy"

"NO! I don't believe you, I want my daddy, my real daddy"

A slap hit his face so hard it knocked his head out of the man's hand. Tears were streaming down his little face. He knew Bobby was on his way, but he didn't know how long he would take. 'All I have to do is hold on, wait until Bobby gets here, he'll help us' Dean told himself. He had a blinding faith in Bobby, something he hadn't felt with anyone else.

"It's just you" a punch to his ribs, "me", another punch to his ribs, "and your snot nosed little brother" another punch to the ribs. "That's all there is" The man grabbed Dean's arm, twisting it until the boy cried out loud in pain. He was sure it was broken, if not, then it sure felt like it was. But, he didn't care, as long as Sammy was safe, that's all he cared about. He hadn't heard anything from his brother. He could only imagine how scared he was, how badly he needed his big brother to comfort him. But, Dean knew he couldn't stay with him, he wouldn't have been able to protect him if they were together.

The man grabbed Dean by his throat, pulling his body up, against the wall, until his feet were dangling in the air. He wasn't able to breathe. He tried to fight, grabbed at the man's hands and arms, trying to pull him away, even if just a little, just enough to let him take a breath. His face was feeling flush, his chest felt like it was on fire. His eyes were feeling heavy and his vision was going dark. The only thing he could hear, was ringing in his ears. He was sure, the man was throwing punches at his body as he dangled in his grip, but he couldn't be completely sure, his body was going numb.

He looked at the man, with pleading eyes. He could see his mouth move, but couldn't hear anything he was saying. He figured this was the end. This must be what death feels like. He wondered if this is what his mom felt before she died.

He didn't feel himself fall to the floor, didn't hear the commotion that took place around him. He wasn't completely sure if his eyes ever closed, but he couldn't see anything either way. He wasn't able to concentrate on what was going on, wasn't able to hear anything but the ringing in his head.

"Kid, kid" He thought he was dreaming, it was a muffled sound. Were those hands he was feeling, arms holding him? He… he could breath. He wasn't hanging from the wall anymore. Where was he? What had happened? He as on the ground, laying on the ground. His head, it hurt, it hurt bad, but, it was laying in someone's arms, laying against someone's chest. It felt warm. He could hear the beating of a heart. Was that his heart? Or the warm chest his ear was pressed against?

There was a gentle, yet strong, hand brushing through his hair, wiping the wild strands out of his face.

"Hey, there, you back with me now?" The voice was clearer, it sounded… it sounded familiar. It wasn't dad. Dad… something was… something was wrong… with Dad… this wasn't Dad, this was someone else, someone who felt familiar.

He buried his head deeper into the warm, protective body that was holding him.

"Hey, come on, I need you to wake up, I need you to focus on me, okay? We gotta figure out what's going on here."

Dean wiggled a little, pain shot through his body, pain he wasn't expecting. He drew in a sharp breath and grasped the man that was holding him, one hand wrapped itself into his shirt, the other grabbed tight around his arm.

"All right, its all right, I know it hurts. We'll get you fixed up, don't you worry about that. But, I need to know, where's your brother? Dean, where's Sam?"

Sam? What does he mean where's Sam? Why does everyone want to know where his brother was? Where's Sam? Sam was hiding. Hiding from…Dad? He was safe. Dean was supposed to be keeping him safe. He can't keep him safe laying on the ground. He needed to have Sammy wrapped in his arms the way Dean was being wrapped in arms. But, who's arms?

"Dean, where's Sam?"

Dean's eyes flew opened as he jerked his body out of the arms that held him tight. Pain instantly overwhelmed his body and he collapsed against the man in front of him.

"Hey, hey, take it easy, boy"

Dean wasn't able to stay up long, but his eyes were opened long enough he could see the man in front of him, the one that was soothing and protecting him.

"Bbb…Bobby… is…. Is that you?"

"Yeah, kid, it's me."

"Thhh… that's not Dad"

"No, that man wasn't your dad, but don't you worry about him, I took care of it, now, where's your brother? I gotta make sure he's safe."

"Hhhe's safe. I kept him safe"

"I know you did, I don't doubt that one bit, but we need to get you two out of here, and fast"

"thhh… the bathroom. Told him not to open door"

"Okay, I'm going to lay you back on the floor.."

Dean grabbed Bobby's arm out of fear

"It's okay, I won't be gone long, I'll be right back" he laid Dean on the floor, "I'm going to go get Sammy, so we can get the hell out of here and find your daddy. There's going to be some loud noises. If you told him not to open the door, I'm going to need to break it down. Is he near the door?"

Dean shook his head, "Tub"

"Okay, good boy" Bobby said, patting Dean's shoulder and stood, quickly making his way to the door. Each crash of the door caused Dean to jump, but it only took 3 tries and Bobby had the door laying on the floor. Another moment later, he had a bundle of blankets that contained a scared little boy inside them.

He sat Sam next to Dean. "Stay right here, don't move. I'm gonna grab your stuff, then we need to get out of here."

Bobby hurried, grabbing their belongings, making sure not to leave any personal evidence behind. The last thing they needed was for someone to find out they were there. He grabbed Sam first, Dean, I'm going to put your brother in my truck, I'll be right back for you. He didn't bother buckling the baby boy, he hurried back inside, quickly grabbing the broken boy laying in front of him, and rushed out to the truck.

Dean couldn't hold back the moans of pain that escaped his lips. But he knew he needed to be moved. He knew Bobby was there to help, to protect them. Bobby squealed his tires as he hurried away from the place that caused the boys so much pain and so much fear.

Dean didn't ask where they were going, he didn't ask what had happened, he just held his brother tightly, bracing his body against the door, feeling the coolness of the window against his tear-soaked face, keeping his unwavering faith in the man who had rescued them from the man that appeared to be their dad.