AN: Important question for you at the end. You can answer it in a review, pm, or even to yourself, but I would very much like to know. I hope you like the story even though it's going to be shorter than I said it would be at the very beginning. Enjoy!

"That bastard!" Dean growled out.

Benny sighed and made his way closer to Dean. "Dean, I need you to be strong right now."

Dean scoffed and wiped his tears away. "Why? What's the point? The reason for my existence is gone. A teacher that I really looked up to and admired ignored Sam's pleas for help. Why in the world should I be strong? I don't want to be strong anymore!"

Dean turned his back on Benny. Lupin was a fucking teacher! He's not a student anymore, so why does he still think like a god damn Gryffindor? As a teacher, he was supposed to put aside his Gryffindor status and be equal to everyone. It didn't matter if they were from the same House or another. Sam was in great need of help from an authority figure, and Lupin ignored that. What the fuck?!

He didn't care what Potter needed. He didn't care about what lesson he needed to be taught, Sam was more important. He needed help! It's one thing to push him away that day he was with Potter, but he had the balls to push him away every time after that!

Dean could care less if Potter was the chosen one and that meant he gets special treatment, Sam needed someone! Lupin should've fucking considered it an honor that Sam went to him for help. Dean would give anything to have been in his position. Fuck!

Dean got up and paced around the room. He tuned Benny out at that point. As far as Dean was concerned, Benny wasn't even in the room.

He was feeling so much anger. Much more than he felt with Malfoy, and that's saying something. He's angry because Lupin dismissed Sam's issues when he apparently had found the courage to take the step and spoke to someone.

Benny could see the ripples of Dean's magic surrounding him, but either Dean didn't seem to notice or he ignored it.

"Dean."

He's angry because Lupin ignored the fact that Sam told him that he was getting sexually, physically and emotionally abused practically on a daily basis. Who the fuck in the their right mind would ignore someone who told them that? Fuck all that House loyalty bullshit. Someone comes up to you and tells you shit like that, you don't ignore it.

Red lightning had hit the ground in multiple areas.

"Dean!"

He was angry because even though he loves Sam more than his own life, he would've ignored Sam's pleas to wait and just gone to the Headmaster. In fact, he would've just gone to everyone who hurt him and killed them all. Dean was perfectly fine risking the chance to be with Sam romantically or friendship wise to report it.

Lightning had hit the couch where Dean had been sitting. Benny jumped to his feet.

Sam was fucking far more important than that! He was far more important than anyone alive. He was more important than himself, his family, the school, even the Wizarding World. He loved being a wizard, but if he had to choose between Sam being alive and saving the whole Wizarding World, well... goodbye world.

"Dean!" Benny ran up to Dean and cupped his face. "You have to calm down. Now! I know you're angry, Dean. Hell, I'm angry too."

Dean shut his eyes tight ignoring the tears that still managed to slip out. "I want him dead. I want them all dead."

Benny nodded. "I know. We'll get them. They'll all pay for what they did. I promise."

Benny pulled him in an embrace, and just let him cry. They still had a long way to go. If these letters, which weren't even for him, were getting to him he couldn't imagine what his own letter was going to do to him. What did he do to you Sam? Was it bad? Benny wasn't lying when he had told Dean that it wasn't possible for him to do anything terrible to Sam. Dean loved Sam. There was no doubt about that, so what did he do? He couldn't imagine Dean doing anything to hurt him. Dean would rather Voldemort torture him to death, be given the Kiss, give up his magic than hurt Sam.

When Dean's cries quieted, Benny could only comfort him with actions. No words would be enough. They would do nothing. As he watched Dean cry for the pain that was caused to his beloved, he felt incredibly sorry for everyone who was apart of this.

He chuckled to himself. Not only do those people have to live with that they did, but now they have Dean on their asses. No one could deny that Sam loved Dean, and if anyone paid attention they could tell that Dean worshipped Sam. These people are going to learn that if you want to live a long life, you don't fuck with Sam.

Dean finally collects himself. He takes a deep breath, but doesn't say anything to Benny. He doesn't have to.

Benny helped Dean to his feet, and they go back to the couch. Dean pulls out his wand, and without a word, he fixes the couch. He grabs the next letter. For a few moments, he just stares at it. Was this him? Was it finally his turn? Was he finally going to know what he did to the most important person in his life? Please, what did I do to you, Sam?

"Do you need me to read it? It's okay if you can't do this one either."

Dean doesn't want to. He doesn't want Benny to read another, because he should be the one reading them. He should be the only one in this room going through all this pain. His hands are shaking really bad, which is why he slowly hands it over. He can't do it.

What would you do if you were approached by your friend who told you that they had been raped? What if they told you they were in an abusive relationship? What if they told you they were being bullied? What if they said they had plans to kill themselves?

What would you do?

Odds are you'll help them. After all, they are your friends, right? That's what friends do. They help each other. You'll most likely drop everything and tell an adult, or in the case if you're an adult yourself, you'll report it to the ministry and have them arrested. Bottom line is you'll do something.

Would you still do something if it wasn't a friend?

What would you do if an enemy or someone you didn't like came up to you asking for help? What would you do then? Would you still drop everything you're doing to help that person? Would you do everything in your power to help them?

Most likely your answer would be something along the lines, 'Depends on who it is.' Or maybe it depends on what they did to you. Depends on how serious the situation is. Depends on if they lied before. Depends on how much you dislike them.

When it comes to an enemy or someone you don't like or even hate, it all comes down to 'depends.' Or maybe you'll be so cruel as to say, "Nothing. I would do nothing. I don't know/like them, why should I help?"

Right? After all, we're only human. It's in our nature to only worry about ourselves, our family and friends. We're not obligated to help those we don't want to help.

That's completely normal, but is it right?

No, it's not right, but I only care about you, Sam. Everyone else can burn to the ground for all I care.

I don't know if you'll go so far as to call me your enemy, but I'm pretty sure I'm not someone you like. Seeing as who I'm dating, I know you don't like me. I can't call you my enemy. If anything, Draco is my number one enemy and he's my boyfriend. I don't know if I can say I like you, because I don't know you very well. But from what I've seen when me and Draco and his gang were mean to you, you seemed like a nice girl.

Even from afar, you seemed like a nice person. That is why I came to you. After what happened with Professor Lupin, I didn't think I could ask anyone else for help, because what happens if they don't help me either? What happens if they ignore my pleas for help? What then?

Maybe it's because I'm not a Gryffindor, or maybe because of my relationship with Draco I wasn't worth helping. You seemed to be helpful to everyone else, especially to your friends, that maybe my House or who I was dating wouldn't matter to you.

Looking back now at the whole thing, I know how very wrong I was. I thought you were different. Because of your muggle background, and your gentle nature that you wouldn't be like the others. I wish I never went to you in the first place, Hermione Granger.

Did Dean hear that right? Did Sam just say Hermione? Wow. Dean knew that he never really liked the girl, but he couldn't deny that he was shocked. By the look on Benny's face, he wasn't the only one.

There were parts of you that I did like. I may not have liked you like I could've with Luna...

NO! You're mine!

...but I could still appreciate it. I liked the fact that you took your work very seriously. I liked the fact that you were so focused. I liked that you were such a devoted friend to Ron and Harry.

I may not have been able to say it when I was alive, but I'll say it now. Putting aside what you did to me, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for what Draco did to you. I'm sorry for all the names he called you. I'm sorry I called you some of those things myself. I'm sorry he hurt you. I'm sorry for everything bad we did to you.

Don't apologize, Sam. She doesn't deserve it. None of deserve an apology from you.

Did you ever expect to be apart of this? Did you expect to find yourself responsible along with the others? I did. So why are you on here? Why are you apart of this? What did you do? I'll tell you.

Remember last year? Towards the end of the year? Remember what happened between us? I know you remember what you did. Are you crying? Do you regret it? Are you sorry? Well I don't want it. I don't want your sorry. I don't care if you regret it. I don't care if you feel horrible. I just don't care.

Anyway, it was around the end of last year when I came to you. Draco and I were on our way back to the common room when I heard your voice along with Ron and Harry's. I've been wanting to talk to you that whole day. I asked Draco if I could go to the restroom, and although he was annoyed he allowed me to go. Draco wasn't the type to wait, so I didn't have to worry about him.

As soon as he was out of sight, I went after you.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Dean yelled out.

"What?" Benny asked looking up from the letter.

"Not only has that asshole raped and abused what's mine, but now he hurt him so much that Sam had to ask for permission to go to the restroom? I'm going to fucking skin him alive. And Sam's actually doing it."

"Can you blame him? I would be doing the same thing if it meant that my other wouldn't hurt me."

I didn't want to ask for help from a student, because they had no power over the students, but I didn't want to try my luck with another teacher. I didn't want too many people knowing what's been happening to me. I felt embarrassed enough, but I was going to try.

Even though a student had no power over the other students, maybe they won't be as busy as a teacher might be. They wouldn't have the same excuses as a teacher might. So maybe a student was my best option. After all, a student was around my age. They might understand where I'm coming from.

I found you three going up the stairs. Without thinking too much, I called after you. You heard me and was understandably surprised that it was me calling for you.

"Hermione, can I-"

That's when Ron stepped in front of you protectively. Did he forget that I'm gay? Or that I'm already going out with someone (a terrible someone, but a someone nonetheless)?

"What do you want, Campbell?" Ron asked angrily.

Seriously, can none of you see his aggressive nature?

I tried to be strong, even though I wanted to cower in his presence. I'm weak I know, but can you blame me? The more he stared me down, the smaller I was appearing.

"I just wanted to speak with Hermione." I couldn't look him in the eyes anymore, so sadly, I looked down.

"Why the hell would she want to speak to a slimy snake like you?" He turned his back on me which I was happy for.

"Please, Hermione. Can I please speak with you alone? I won't do anything."

You looked around unsure. I could understand that. "Is Malfoy with you?"

I shook my head. After some debate between you three, you eventually agreed to speak with me.

I hate you, Hermione, yet I'm so jealous of you.

We waited until Ron and Harry were too far up the staircases to hear us, and that's when I apologized for taking some of your time. I was being completely sincere. I was sorry. Like I said in the beginning, I don't understand how I was put in Slytherin.

You accepted my apology which shouldn't have made me as incredibly happy the way it did.

"What did you need to talk about?" you asked me.

I took a deep breath, "I really need your help."

"With what?"

I was about to open my mouth and tell you everything, but that's when I heard Draco calling my name. I checked my watch and I couldn't believe I was gone so long. It really didn't feel that long. I didn't want him to catch me with you or with anyone. I wasn't near a restroom, so I wouldn't be completely off the hook.

Let him catch you with me, and I'll fuck his ass up!

I asked you if we could meet that night. I explained to you that it was urgent and very important. I begged you to meet me that night, because I was in desperate need of help.

I know you were hesitant. Believe me, I didn't blame you for that. I promised you that I wouldn't trick you like Draco did with Ron and Harry first year. I was being very sincere in my words. My eyes were even glistening with tears. That must have convinced you, because you agreed to meet me at 7:00.

I sighed in relief, because after I tell you everything and what you would do to help me was going to be a great relief.

Next point on the map. Go.

Dean picked up the map and saw that it was Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. Why would Sam pick that place to meet?

I didn't know were else to go, and I knew this place was empty all the time. I've been in the restroom a few times before because I wanted to see Moaning Myrtle myself. After I met her the first time, I actually found her company quite enjoyable.

When I arrived, I didn't see you. I wasn't bothered by it. I was quite early myself. Myrtle was there, and I kindly asked her if she could give me some privacy for awhile. Obviously she asked why, and I told her that I needed to speak to a friend and it was personal. She made me promise to tell her later, and I would. Thinking that everything was going to be fine, I didn't mind telling her.

I paced back and forth waiting for you. I checked my watch. It was 8:00. I shrugged it off. Maybe you were just late. Maybe you had to give Ron and Harry an excuse to come to me. Maybe you were finishing up your homework. Maybe you had to find a way to get here without getting caught. Or maybe... I was getting stood up.

I sat on the floor fighting back a lot of tears. I didn't want to cry. I didn't want to cry anymore. I was tired of it. I checked my watch again. It was 9:30. You weren't coming.

You fucking bitch.

I rose to my feet and wiped away a few tears. I wasn't going to go find you. I wasn't going to come to you after this. This wasn't going to be like Professor Lupin. Even if I wanted to the year was almost over, what would be the point?

I left the restroom and as I was walking around the corner, I bumped into someone. For a brief second I thought it was you. I thought you finally made it, and that I was going to get help. Unfortunately, it was Professor McGonagall. She glared at me and crossed her arms.

"Mr. Campbell, what are you doing wandering the halls this late at night?"

I was tired, disappointed and hurt. I shrugged my shoulders, "Nothing, Professor."

"Fifty points from Slytherin, and detention in my office tomorrow."

I couldn't bring myself to care.

Despite you not showing up which hurt me very much, you want to know what hurt the most? It was what happened on my way from being escorted down to the dungeons. I passed a window, and I don't know what made me look out, but I did. You want to know what I saw?

I saw you and several other people outside near the Whomping Willow. It was a surprise that I could see anything with it being so late, but the moonlight hit you all just right.

"Mr. Campbell, please keep up."

I turned away from the window feeling so hurt. I pinched myself to prevent myself from crying. I needed to be strong. I was failing miserably.

You didn't fail Sam. You were strong until the very end.

I understand very much, that friends come before those you don't like. I get that. Hell, I would put him before any of you, but if someone in my situation came up to me and asked for help, I would still find a way to help them. He's a good person, he would help. He's good like that.

If you wanted me to help, I would. Other than that no, Sam.

What I don't understand is the next day when you saw me, you didn't come to me then? Maybe you forgot? Or maybe you didn't care enough to remember. Why couldn't you just spare me ten minutes of your time? I know I don't deserve it after what me and Draco and his friends put you, Ron and Harry through, but why?

I didn't have the courage to go to the Headmaster myself, which is why I came to you. I didn't have the courage to go to another teacher. I thought you could and would help me, because you seemed like that kind of person.

How wrong I was.

Dean's body is shaking when Benny came to the end of the letter. He's so angry. Why didn't Sam come to him? Why couldn't he have come and asked him for help? Sam went to a teacher and a student that he knew didn't like him, and asked them for help. What about him? If Sam loved him as much as he claimed he did, then why not him? Did Sam not love him enough for that?

If Sam went to him Dean would've dropped everything for him. He could've been in the middle of class, or speaking with his friends, or sleeping, and he would've done it. It didn't matter who Dean was with, he would've helped Sam. He could've been with Benny, or the Headmaster, or even the fucking Minister, and Dean would've left them to help him.

So, why?

He stood up and away from Benny. He shook his head. "I'm done."

Benny furrowed his brows, and rose to his feet. "What? What do you mean you're done?"

Dean turned to face and pushed him back. "Exactly what I said. I'm not reading any more letters. I don't want to hear Sam go to everyone but me and ask for help. I'm tired of hurting. I tired of this pain in my chest that hasn't gone away since Snape told me that he's dead."

Benny dropped the letter on the couch and faced his friend. "Listen to yourself. You're saying that you're not going to continue reading the letters that Sam, the guy that you've been in love with since he walked through the Great Hall to be sorted, wants you to read? I'm sorry he's dead, I truly am. I'm sorry that he's going to other people for help instead of you even though he's said numerous times that he's in love with you, but you have to keep going."

"Listen to him, Dean."

Dean and Benny's head whipped to the source of the voice. Seeing who it was, Dean turned away. "What the hell are you doing here, Cas?"

Castiel walked towards them when the door shut behind him. He shrugged his shoulders, "I'm here to make sure that you keep going until the very end."

"Well, I'm done. I'm not reading any more letters." Dean couldn't even believe in his own words.

Castiel stopped right in front of the couch. He looked down at the letters and frowned. Picking up the next letter, he handed it to Dean. "Read the next letter, and if you don't want to read any more, neither Benny nor myself will stop you."

Benny wanted to laugh at that. Who was he to say something like that? Castiel hasn't been around them for awhile. He was in no position to be saying things like that. "But he has to read them all."

Dean stared down the letter that Castiel held in front of him. He narrowed his eyes and looked at his former friend suspiciously. "How do you even know about the letters? Were you given them too? Do I have to kill you as well?" Regardless if they weren't friends anymore, Dean would feel very depressed if he had to kill Castiel too.

Castiel shook his head. "No, but please read the next letter."

Dean glared at Castiel, "Why?"

"Because," Castiel sighed and Dean could see so much sadness in his eyes, "the next letter is for you."

AN: Dean's next. Did you all like it?
For this chapter, I have a question. Try to be as honest as you can. If a friend came up to you telling you that they've been raped, bullied, or abused whether it's by a family member or boy/girlfriend or spouse, or wanted to commit suicide, would you help them?
What about if it was someone you didn't like, or didn't know? Would you still help them? Until next time. -Kauri510