ULTIMATE DISCLAIMER IN PROFILE AND CHAPTER 1!

ULTIMATE WARNING IN PROFILE AND CHAPTER 1!

AU, OOC.

Hey, guys! Here's the new chapter. I'm 100% sure that EVERYONE was waiting for this.

Just for your interest, the second half of the chapter, with Sam in it, it actually happened to me. I gave some of my words into Sam's mouth. What he goes through is what I have gone through once. Only the injection part didn't happen, because it wasn't necessary for me. Hope you'll like my idea!

Poll is closed! Pairings are: Alex/Mark, Ramon/Newbie. Thanks for voting!

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Chapter 7: The Truth

A week passed since Sam's breakdown, and he was slowly adjusting to the new life at the mansion. Already having experience from cleaning after his father, he fairly quickly learned his tasks.

He started his first day with the orders Ramon gave him. While he was sweeping, he could take a look at what Mark was doing in the garden. At the front, Mark trimmed the hedge and the bushes and in the backyard he cared for the flowers, the trees and the little vegetable garden. Sam got his own slippers for when he was outside: it was a simple, black pair of slippers.

After that Sam cleaned up the Dining Room. The tablecloth had some stains on it, so after shaking it out and replacing it, he took it the laundry basket in the servants' bathroom. When he returned to sweep up the Dining Room, he met Ramon, who was putting the décor back onto the table. Together they went to the Master's Bedroom, where first Ramon woke the Master up then he let Sam in to do his job.

"Morning, Sam" the Master greeted him still a bit sleepily, as he stumbled out of his bed.

"Good morning, sir" Sam answered obediently with a slight bow, eyes on the floor. He stood in his place awkwardly, as the Master shuffled away into the bathroom. Only then let Sam loose a huge sigh, trying to shake off his nervousness, while starting to make the bed. His fingers caressed the silky sheets and covers, trying to chase away the image of his Master lying in the bed with Sam in his arms… Sam quickly shook his head and dismissed those distracting pictures, returning to puffing up the pillows and arranging them as perfectly as he could.

"How are you feeling today?" the Master's voice came from behind him. Sam swiftly turned around surprised and found himself face to face with a half-naked Dean, the muscled chest glinting from drops of water. Sam felt his face burn from the deep red blush, the sight seared into his brain. He quickly snatched his gaze away and then the question broke through his hazy imaginations.

"I'm feeling better, sir, thank you" he replied timidly, his wrists crossing each other and fingers intertwining in the sign of submission. "And I wanted to say thank you for the help Master gave me…" Sam trailed off, afraid from the Master's reaction as the title slipped out of his mouth.

"You're welcome" was Dean's only response at the boy's slip, as he dressed up. "Don't forget the laundry! And could you dust in here a little?"

"Of course, sir, right away" Sam replied immediately, tipping his head forward. With that Dean left the bedroom, whistling cheerfully. Sam went into the bathroom and picked up the discarded clothes from the floor. He smiled wistfully as the memory of his father came to the surface. Sam had always had to gather the clothes up from the floors to wash them. After that he dumped the clothes into the laundry basket, picked it up and carried it downstairs.

"Sam, come have breakfast!" Alex shouted for the boy from the kitchen. Sam walked to the kitchen and joined the others at the table, already eating. As soon as he sat down, Alex returned from serving up the Master's breakfast. They had some chat; Sam couldn't stop praising Alex's cooking, while Mark and Ramon fooled around next to them.

A few minutes later, when Sam finished washing the dishes, he went back to the bathroom to do the laundry. He hung the wet clothes out in the backyard, trusting the warm sun to dry them. Getting the feather-duster from the supply closet, he went back to the Master's bedroom. Luckily, it was empty, so he could dust the furniture without any distraction, ignoring the slight disappointment in his heart at not meeting with the Master again.

Lunch and dinner went by in the same manner as breakfast. Between the two events, he learned how to open the windows in the Great Ballroom with the telescopic hook. After a few tries he got the feeling of it and closing the windows wasn't such a difficult task.

Soon the evening descended onto the world, darkening the huge mansion. Ramon walked around the house to blow out the candles in the hallways.

"So" Alex spoke, when Ramon joined them in the kitchen. They already had dinner and showered, sitting in their pajamas around the table. "How was your official first day?"

"Well" Sam smiled shyly, "when I first arrived, I was scared to death of what would await me here. But after today, I realized that it's not that bad to live here, even as a servant." Alex grinned at his response and hugged him tightly.

"And your job is not even the hardest" Mark added, earning a snort from Ramon.

"You tell me" the older man said. "Being a boss, especially for you, is taking a toll on me. It would take a toll on anybody." Mark just shoved playfully at the man's shoulder, while Alex and Sam laughed at them.

"And, um, how was your day?" Sam asked quietly, still a little uncertain around the other servants.

"Well, I've been working my arse off" Alex spoke, smiling at Sam encouragingly. "Unlike a certain someone and I don't wish to point."

"What?" Mark exclaimed in mock-hurt. "It's not like the garden needs that much work right now."

"Yeah" Alex snipped at him, his smile light, "so you camped out in my kitchen and tried to distract me from my work with your constant whining about boredom."

"You don't hafta be mean!" Mark pouted at Alex. Sam raised an eyebrow at that: was Alex blushing with a shy smile? The conversation broke off with a loud yawn from Ramon.

"'horry" the older man apologized, just managing to end his yawn. "I had a long day. I was making trips to the town, shopping around. I'm dead on my feet."

"You're sitting" Mark muttered, earning himself a slap on the back of his head. "Ouch! Why is everyone hurting me?"

"So maybe we can knock some sense into you?" Ramon answered. Sam chuckled at that, while the older man stood up. "Alright, I'm going to bed" Ramon continued, stretching his arms out above his head. "Behave, kiddies!"

"So do I" Alex sighed, following him. Mark did the same. "Are you coming, as well?" Alex asked Sam.

"Yeah, just a few minutes" Sam answered with a smile. After the others left him alone, Sam lowered his gaze onto the tabletop. He remembered the first night he'd had, when his Dad had moved the two of them to that old house. He'd had that interesting feeling that surrounded him, crawling its way up on his skin into his mind: the anticipation and unfamiliarity. He was having the same feeling now. It was difficult to name the sensation that overtook him, when he was spending his first real night in a new, different, unknown place. With that feeling he almost saw himself sitting at the table from an outside point of view.

Sam remembered wandering the rooms of that old house in the dark, that feeling coursing through his body. It was like he was ready for any possible thing that could happen at the new place. He had this feeling right now with the Winchester Mansion. He began considering a tour around the house in the darkness, but then decided against it. A huge mansion was slightly scarier in the dark than a family house and he still didn't trust his strength and willpower.

So with that, he stood up and followed the others into the bedroom. That night he was sleeping peacefully, anxiety and excitement filling his mind with little, meaningless dreams.

Days passed with the same routine, until a week had flown by since the breakdown. During that, Ramon showed Sam how to wash and wax the parquet on the porch and Sam learned the technique of washing bed-linens. However, Sam knew that something was bound to happen that would change the events, possibly for the worse.

In the afternoon, while Sam was putting away the hook, he felt something strange. Gulping in fear, he ran into the bathroom and locked himself in. Alex heard the slam of the door, so he hurried out onto the hallway from the kitchen, only to hear the bathroom door's lock click. He walked up to it and knocked.

"Are you okay?" he asked, hoping for an answer.

"Uh, y-yeah, uhm, yeah, I'm fine" Sam answered, his voice shaking from nervousness.

"Do you need any help?" Alex continued, trying to ignore the soft litany of 'Dammit' coming from Sam.

"N-No, I can handle it, but thank you" Alex shrugged at that, worried about the shaky tone. He understood, though, that whatever it was, Sam was capable of handling it, and he would probably tell them if it was serious.

After long, quiet minutes Sam emerged from the bathroom. After getting the dried laundry inside, he sat down at the kitchen table, waiting for dinner. Alex noticed that the boy was a little pale, but had a slight flush on his cheeks. As he was serving up the food, he laid the back of his hand onto Sam's forehead, startling him from his thoughts. No fever, though. So maybe it was from embarrassment. That night all of them called it an early night and went to bed.

Crickets filled the dark night with their melody that the light breeze carried around the mansion. Next to the front stairs, light footsteps on the grass silenced the music, as the small musicians hurried out of their way. A tall form walked back and forth on the front yard, staying close to the porch. The person's slippers rustled the grass with every step.

Sam was pacing in the darkness, breathing in the cooler, fresh summer air deeply. He had snuck out of the mansion quite a while ago and hadn't stopped walking ever since. He knew this would've happened soon, but for some reason this was much worse than ever before. He flinched and hunched a bit in on himself, but he soon breathed out in a little relief and mostly in annoyance.

He felt so ashamed by this, so he hoped that he could get through the night without any fuss from the others. But this was so much worse than before, maybe because of his breakdown and it just wouldn't stop…

"Sam?"

The boy quickly snapped his head up to the porch, towards the voice. Seeing a tall person and a blond glint in the moonlight, though, he quickly lowered his gaze again.

"Sam" Dean called again and the boy heard him coming down the stairs. "What are you doing out here in this hour?"

"I'm sorry, sir" Sam muttered, but his voice choked with a sharp wince. He heard quick steps on the grass then hands caught his shoulders to prevent him falling over. Sam didn't even notice the dangerous sway of his body.

"Are you okay?" Dean asked worriedly. "What's wrong?"

Sam felt strong nausea rise up in him and he tried to breathe deeply against it. He felt himself move then realized that Dean guided him to the side of the porch to lean him against it. As he looked up, he noticed the slight swimming of the world.

"We should get you back into bed and call the doctor" Dean spoke gently, one hand still on the boy's shoulder.

"No, sir" Sam shook his head slightly, not wanting to jar his swimming vision further. "It's not necessary…" he flinched again then stood up to start pacing again, but Dean stopped him.

"What's wrong?" Dean repeated. Sam felt tears form in his eyes as his nerves flared up again, causing him to flinch and start shifting from left to right. That didn't help him any and now he couldn't stop a frustrated sob to break out of him Dean wrapped an arm around his shoulders and Sam didn't care if he gets punished: he looked up at his Master with pleading eyes, begging him silently to stop it!

The man's green eyes slowly checked him over, trying to find a clue to the suffering of his servant. His eyes widened when he caught Sam's hand pressing down on the lower abdomen area.

"Come on" he spoke still in a gentle tone. "We call the doctor to help you, alright?"

"I'm sorry, sir" Sam sobbed out, his resolve breaking. Dean just shushed him as he started to lead the boy to the house.

They just stepped through the entrance door, when the pain tore through Sam's body violently. He felt like his intestines were churning from it, pulling on the knot in his abdomen. As the pain reached his stomach, Sam jerked forward with a hard gag. Luckily, nothing came out, but he didn't dare to straighten out for a few minutes. All the while Dean was tenderly brushing his short bangs back, leaning his palm on the damp forehead for a few moments every time, and was stroking his back soothingly. Sam heard the hum of speech but couldn't make out the words. He gasped in frightened breaths and felt numbness creeping up from his fingers towards his palms.

"Alright" Dean said close to his ear as he slowly helped the boy to straighten out. "The doctor will be here soon. Let's get you into bed!"

Sam struggled against the pull of gravitation as he leaned hard into Dean's side. He pinned his gaze ahead, fighting the urge to close his eyes longer than a blink. His head was buzzing, his hands were completely numb now and he couldn't move them. Soon he was sitting on his bed with Dean beside him holding him up. Sam felt another assault of nausea rise into his throat, but it wasn't strong enough to make him vomit.

"I want to throw up" he cried helplessly, his tone desperate. Dean's hand lay onto the back of his neck and pushed him gently forward.

"Then do it!" Dean answered quietly.

"I can't" Sam sobbed, getting more and more frustrated with the whole thing. Dean just caressed the boy's tresses in comfort.

Long minutes later the sleeping quarter's door opened and Dr. Novak hurried in.

"What happened?" he asked. "Alex was really frightened on the phone."

"Sam is in pain" Dean replied while the doctor kneeled in front of the boy, putting his bag to his side onto the floor. "He almost threw up, while coming back in and he feels nauseous. I think he's…" Dean's voice died down from hesitation, but it seemed the doctor understood him.

"Sam" Dr. Novak turned to the boy. "Are you menstruating?"

"Yes" Sam answered distressed. "It hurts…"

"I know" the doctor nodded, feeling sorry for the boy. His blue eyes landed on the boy's hands. The fingers were stretched out wide except the thumbs that were arched towards the palms. The doctor carefully grasped the boy's hands and instantly felt the locked muscles. "Could you fist your hands for me?" he asked. He caught the slight twitch of the left index finger.

"I can't" Sam cried, his breaths quickening from fear.

"Sam! Calm down!" the doctor ordered firmly. "Take deep breaths!" Then he turned to Dean. "Help me lay him onto the floor!"

The two men slowly situated the scared boy onto the ground, Dr. Novak propping Sam's feet up onto the bed. The doctor got a blood pressure gauge from his bag.

"Alright, Sam" he spoke as he worked. "You need to try and stay calm! I want you to take deep breaths, hold them in for a few moments then let them out slowly. Can you do that for me?" Sam nodded sluggishly, his eyes drifting closed. "Don't! Open them!" the doctor ordered quickly. The boy obeyed slowly and stared at the ceiling as he breathed slowly like Dr. Novak ordered.

"What's wrong with him?" Dean asked quietly. Sam almost forgot that he was sitting next to him.

"His blood pressure dropped down" Dr. Novak answered, as he wrapped u his examination and packed the pressure gauge away. "That's why he's dizzy and nauseous. And it explains his paleness. Can you move your hands now, Sam?" he asked, caressing the boy's forehead. Sam's fingers curled in halfway, shook slightly then stretched out again. "Are they numb?"

"Yes" Sam whimpered. He could barely move his jaw. "M' legs, too."

"It's alright" Dr. Novak reassured him. "It's just the shock from the scare you got. It's gonna go away." Sam nodded in understanding, huffing out a sob with a wince. "What is it?"

"Hurts…" Sam replied in a small voice. Dr. Novak carded his fingers through the terrified boy's tresses.

"Keep moving your hands, so the numbness can disappear faster!" he ordered gently.

"Can you do something for him?" Dean asked worriedly.

"First, he needs to calm down" Dr. Novak answered. "Then I will give him an injection for the pain." Sam's scared whimper interrupted them. The two men were sitting on the floor for a few minutes, helping the boy to calm down some. Sam kept fisting his hands while taking deep breaths and he felt the numbness retreat from his fingers. He was breathing through his nose now, because his mouth wouldn't open now very easily. His eyes wanted to close from the sudden fatigue overwhelming him, but he just stares at the ceiling stubbornly.

"Let's get him onto the bed!" Dr. Novak called to Dean, when he saw the boy's fingers completely but very loosely curl against the palms. "Sam, you just let us do the work for you, alright? Keep moving your hands and breathing slowly!" Sam nodded in answer.

Dean helped the doctor to sit Sam up slowly, holding onto his arms. The boy flinched in pain, so they waited a few moments while Sam rode it out. When the slight tenseness evaporated from Sam's muscles, they carefully hoisted him up onto his feet, stopping again at the boy's sway.

Soon Sam was lying on the bed on his side, still obeying to the doctor's orders. Dean was kneeling next to the bed, caressing the boy's tresses comfortingly. Dr. Novak got his bag onto the bed, behind Sam and got out a phial and a hypodermic needle. Filling it, he laid a hand onto Sam's side and pulled the boy's pants down slightly. However, Sam tensed immediately and started gasping again in fear.

"Shh, Sam, calm down" Dean hushed him softly. "You need to relax…"

"No, please, nonono! No!" Sam sobbed completely distraught. Dean grasped the boy's hand firmly and began stroking the pale cheek.

"Shhh, it's gonna be okay" the man whispered. "It won't hurt. Trust me!" Sam, though, didn't hear him through his panic. "Look at me!" he ordered firmly.

"I mustn't…" Sam started, but Dean cut him off:

"I allow you to look me in the eye!"

A few, sobbing-filled moments later hazel eyes slowly looked up and pinned onto emeralds. Tears streamed down Sam's nose and into the pillow, his irises were glinting in terror.

"Try to take deep breaths!" Dean spoke softly. Sam tried to obey, but his efforts ended in a strong gag. "Alright, then follow my lead, okay?" Dean began breathing deeply. Soon Sam imitated him with his own hitching ones, his eyes never leaving his Master's. They went on until the boy relaxed.

Dr. Novak recognized his opportunity and gently gave Sam the injection. Sam flinched and gasped, when the needle penetrated his skin, but Dean was quick to calm him. When the doctor finished, Dean smiled at his servant.

"You see?" he whispered. "That wasn't that bad, was it?" he chuckled at Sam's timid shake of his head and caressed the boy's cheek with his knuckles.

"Do you want us to move you into a comfortable position?" Dr. Novak asked.

"No, sir" Sam whimpered. Dean's heart broke at the sight of wide, terror-filled eyes and the tightening hold on his hand. The boy still didn't pull his gaze away from the man's.

"Then I'm going" Dr. Novak replied.

"I call Alex to follow you out" Dean turned to the man. He didn't miss the strengthening hold on his hand.

"It's not necessary" Dr. Novak refused with a smile. "Have a good night!"

"Good night."

When the doctor closed the door after himself, Dean turned back to Sam. He was surprised to see even more tears in the boy's eyes.

"What's wrong?" he asked worriedly.

"Want Daddy" Sam breathed, his lower lip trembling. Dean pulled the boy in his arms, laying his head on the brown tresses. Sam's body shook with hard, silent sobs, so the man did everything to hush his servant. Soon the boy stopped and Dean laid him back onto the bed.

"'M sorry, sir" Sam mumbled lowering his eyes, but the lids closed from the weight of exhaustion.

"It's alright" Dean whispered. "Get some rest! I'm sure you're tired."

"M-hm" Dean smiled with adoration at the sleepy response then the grip on his hand slackened. The man couldn't help but press a small kiss onto the chestnut-brown tresses and his heart soared from the sleepy hum he got in response. He stayed with Sam fir a little while, just watching over this sweet, innocent young man, before getting up, tucking him in and retiring in his room.

TBC

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