Three days before
"Dad!" Dean cried into the phone, when John picked up.
"Calm down, Dean. Tell me what happened." John said, trying to keep his worry down. He knew that Dean would only call if something was very wrong, just like they had agreed. How he loved his eldest son, the son who always followed his orders.
"Dad, something's wrong with Sam." Dean voice was near breaking point. It hurt John to hear his son like this.
"What do you mean?" John asked with a puzzled voice. Had that bastard son of his told Dean what John had done to him - what he deserved?
"I… Dad he's hurting. Like, he's hurting himself."
Useless shit, can't even cover up in front of Dean. Attention whore.
"I'm coming home soon, son. Just hold on."
Six days before
Sam always liked doing his homework in advanced. The english essay was for next Thursday, and today was Saturday.
Sam lay the pen on the paper and began to scratch the ink onto the blank sheet of paper.
Sam knew that he whole essay was going to be a lie, which made it incredibly hard. Especially when he could only think of one thing.
Mydadtriedokillme, mydadtriedtokillme, mydadtriedtokillme, mydadtriedtokillme, mydadtriedtokillme, mydadtriedtokillme, mydadtriedtokillme, mydadtriedtokillme...
The perpetual words kept ringing in his head, driving him nuts.
Friday - neither before nor after
Sam woke up. For once his body didn't ache, with the exception of the dull rib-pain in his side. His father had immediately left after the last hunt, eight days ago.
Sam rose from his bed, making sure not to wake Dean, and got ready for school. For once, his spirits were high; his father wasn't there and Jessica would play "The Smiths - Asleep" for him, on the piano.
SPN-SPN-SPN
School was the same as usual; idiots and more idiots. Louis hadn't spoken to Sam since the day he had told Sam, that he didn't want to be friends anymore. Sam wondered if they actually ever were friends. They usually just ate lunch together because they had no one else to speak to. Their conversations were too polite to be entertaining. They didn't really have much to talk about as they had nothing in common, other than being wallflowers.
SPN-SPN-SPN
"So, do you have plans after high school?" Jessica asked. They weren't walking the detour today. Instead, they were going home to Jess.
"Not really," Sam lied. He knew what he was suppose to do afterwards, which was only if he would survive living with his father, and it wasn't school related. The only reason he came to school was to keep his mind off all the shit going on in his life.
"Neither do I. I thinks it's stupid, I mean the education system. Like how are we suppose to choose what we are suppose to do with the rest of our lives, when we're still teenagers?" Sam nodded in agreement, even though he had never given it much thought. His future was already planned.
They turned left down a road. Sam stopped.
"Do you live here?" He asked impressed, looking down the street with, what seemed to Jess, average sized houses. Jessica nodded wondering where Sam lived if he found this impressive.
They walked towards the red brick house.
The door was a deep forest green and the first room, other than the tiny entrance, was the living room. At the end of the room there was a big window with a piano in front.
They sat by the piano and Jessica started playing softly. She told him that her parents were out until eight and that her siblings were all in college. They talked and laughed, Sam always tucking his shirt down whenever she moved closer to him, until six o'clock. Sam knew that he would get in trouble if his dad was home, but luckily he wasn't.
Five minutes later, Sam decided that it was a good time to leave.
"See you Monday," Jessica said, leading Sam down the front steps of the house.
"Okay," was all Sam could say. They smiled at each other. Sam was about to turn and leave when Jessica pulled him into a tight hug. Sam's arms found her waist. She buried her head into his shoulder. She smelled as wonderful as she was. Sam closed his eyes. It was so much different than hugging his brother.
"It's a shame you have to leave," she said, releasing her grip a little and staring into Sam's eyes. Since it was November and six o'clock, it was hard to see because it was so dark out, but Jessica's smile made everything dark and unpleasant find the bright side. The silver lining.
Jess leaned in.
It was less wet than Sam expected.
Jess's lips were soft and tender.
It was less awkward than Sam imagined.
Jess's hand slowly moved up his back and her fingers ran through his hair.
Sam held her waist closer.
Their tongues touched.
SPN-SPN-SPN
Sam walked home. Even though he was alone and it was pitch black, he felt happier than ever.
Sam had never really thought about kissing someone before, he had too much other shit on his mind. The only time he'd ever thought about it, was when they watched a movie in class, and the actors kissed, and Sam wondered what they did with their teeth.
Sam felt genuinely happy, hell he felt ecstatic; he had his first kiss with a perfect girl and his dad wasn't home. He gave a skip of joy. Everything seemed to be alright and have meaning for once.
That was until he stepped foot in the ransacked motel room.
SPN-SPN-SPN
Furniture torn from the walls, duffles, books and weapons, scattered all over the floor. The lights were flickering grimly. Sam's breath caught in his throat.
"Dean?" He queried quietly.
"Dean's not here at the moment," a gruff familiar voice, that made Sam's blood curl, came from the bathroom. Sam froze. He turned for the door when a strong arm found his throat from behind. Sam struggled out of the strong grip, but with no success. He was flung onto the floor and stared into his father's hard eyes.
Imustn'tcry, Imustn'tcry, Imusn'tcry, Imustn'tcry, Imustn'tcry, Imustn'tcry, Imustn'tcry…
John kicked his son's ribs.
Too late, Sam thought as a tear trickled down his temple.
"Why?" Sam asked quietly.
"Why what? Maybe you shouldn't have been home so fucking late when I've been looking for you!" He gestured towards the motel room, where Sam's eyes rested on the razor he'd been using, on the floor. John continued. "Maybe you shouldn't have made Dean worry about you, because you can't even hide your disgraceful, disgusting body! Maybe you shouldn't have killed you mother! Maybe you should have been a better son!"
Sam received a blow to the head.
No way I can cover that one up. He thought, through the pain.
"Or do you mean why I aimed a gun at you?" John continued, unbuckling his belt. Sam could barely hear him anymore, everything was swimming. He refused to slip into unconsciousness, even though that was what his body desired.
"I thought I'd do Dean a favour. He was so worried about the bastard you are, so I thought I'd take his worry away, completely." John gripped Sam's shirt tightly, pulled him up from the floor, and pushed him into a wall. He was almost as close as Jessica and him were, just half an hour ago. Sam's eyes started drooping.
"SAM! LISTEN HERE, YOU LITTLE SHIT!" Sam's jerk back into awareness, making him nearly lose his balance. "HOW FUCKING DARE YOU WALK OUT LIKE THAT?!"
"Dad, I - not -"
John pushed him up the wall, making Sam's toes barely touch the ground.
"DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE TALK BACK TO ME!" John shouted, shoving Sam into the door, his hip smashing into the doorknob. His father's belt lashed out.
In that moment Sam thought of the most random thing. He thought of his English assignment. Mr. Johnson would be reading it right now.
Another fist to his stomach.
-s-
Apart from the insane amount of road trips that we go on, we are not that different from other families.
-s-
More roaring from John.
-s-
There's also the fact that we are not a nuclear family. Instead we're my father, my brother and I.
-s-
Sam saw as blood fell to the floor from what he guessed was his lip. He couldn't tell. Everything hurt like hell.
-s-
My mum died when in a fire, in my nursery, when I was six months old.
-s-
"You can't even die right! A monster, just like you, saved you from me! A bloody monster!"
-s-
I don't remember her. I've only seen pictures.
-s-
Sam, as usual, was too afraid and broken, to shout. He was so utterly broken.
-s-
My father is a mechanic.
-s-
John was so overtaken by rage that he didn't hear the car park outside. He pulled Sam to his feet and thrust him back into the doorknob.
"FIGHT BACK, COWARD!" John yelled. His voice stretched far. As far as the parking lot.
Dean froze, to afraid to gasp or to move. He was more terrified and horrified about what on earth was going going on, than he'd ever been in his entire life, which was really saying something. He came rushing towards the source of the yelling.
"YOU LITTLE SHIT!" John continued.
Dean foolishly hoped for the best.
Sam stood up swaying. He barely had energy to move his arms. He opened his mouth to say something. A huge fist was aimed towards his head.
The door opened.
Sam fell unconscious right into Dean's arms, as the older brother entered the room.
Dean's terrified stare met John's.
"Christo," he whispered.
Nothing happened.
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