Ten days after

"Shut up!" John yelled, hurdling a bottle to the floor and smashing it into thousands of pieces. Sam took a deep breath. John picked up a piece of glass. Sam squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for the inevitable to happen. Nothing did. When he opened them again, John stood before, inches away, him with the glass in his hand. He grabbed Sam's hand before the son could retreat it.

"Go do what you do so very well. The only thing you do well," John spat, placing the shard of glass in the boy's palm.

Sam stared at his father with wide eyes.

John rolled his eyes.

"Of course I know, you're not very good at hiding it," he said grabbing Sam's wrist. Sam gulped. His mouth was dry and his next word was wheezy.

"Dean…"

"Dean knows you're doing it, he just doesn't care," John lied.

Sam's eyes watered and he gripped the glass tightly in his sweaty pal. He watched as blood leaked from his fist.

John left with a smirk. 'Have I finally got through to the kid?' He thought.

Sam was with the bloody shard of glass in an empty motel room.

Sam woke with a jolt in an empty room. That was one of the many horrible memories he didn't want to remember - ever. He stood up, placing his bare feet on the wooden floor. He walked towards the door to get some water, when he heard hushed voices.

"We need to get him some help," Dean said.

"I agree with ya, but how?"

"We'll figure something out, we always do!"

"This isn't the same situation we normally deal with," Bobby said gravely and poignantly.

"And what do we do with John?" Dean asked.

"We'll figure something out."

John? Sam thought. What does John have to with this? Was he coming?

Sam's breaths started to quicken.

SPN-SPN-SPN

"Gotta hand it to ya Jess, you really are a pretty one," John's said with a low drunken voice five meters away from Jessica. Jessica was dead still. She turned her head the other way as though she hadn't heard him, praying that the bus would come.

Any moment now, come on, Jessica hoped without success.

"So you want to know where Sammy is?" John slurred, taking another swig of the burning liquid. He walked closer to Jess. "I can tell you that. He's at his uncle's."

Jessica continued staring at the road. It was too dark for her likings.

"I'm going there now. You could come." Jessica turned towards the man. She saw his broken nose and still bruised eye. She noticed how he prefered one side to the other when he walked, well staggered since he was so drunk.

"Who did that to you?" Jessica asked.

"My son, Dean."

"Why?"

"..." He shrugged.

Jessica looked at the man with pity. His own son had beat him up, and thoroughly. She wondered if Sam had anything to do with it. Sam looked like a guy who couldn't even imagine hurting a fly. She remembered looking into his eyes though. He looked like he'd seen some seriously shit. For a moment she wondered if she knew him that well, they'd only know each other for a short period of time.

"I've gotta make a phone call." John said. Jessica nodded, turned her head, and continued waiting for the bus.

John staggered a few meters back and searched for his cell phone. He typed Bobby's number and heard three loud beeps, before a gruff greeting.

SPN-SPN-SPN

Sam knew that he had to find out what was going on. He tried to calm his breathing and fumbled for warm socks that he could put on. He made his way down the creaky stairs. Dean noticed him and stopped talking to Bobby.

"Hey bud, why aren't you asleep?"

"Don't patronize me, I'm getting some water," Sam said trying to cover up his curiosity and succeeding. Dean raised his hands defensively while a smile slipped across Bobby's lips.

Things are just as before - almost. He thought. Sam went to the sink to fill a glass when the phone rang.

"Who is this?" Bobby grumbled while picking up the phone.

"Give me... uh, son," John slurred. Everybody in the room could hear it.

"No!" Bobby growled. Bobby was about to slam the phone when John spoke up again.

I need to fix this phone, Bobby thought, wincing at how loud it was.

"Tell Sam," John started saying, although he didn't need to since Sam could hear him perfectly. "That I'm looking at his pretty girlfriend right now."

Sam dropped the glass in the sink. His eyes were wide and fearful. Dean looked at him with worry and curiosity.

Sam has a girlfriend? He thought and wondered why Sam hadn't told him about her. For a moment he was filled with guilt. Have I done something to Sam? He shook it off and nervously looked around the room, scared of what John would do. Bobby stared at the floor thinking about the right thing to say to John, but he had already hung up. The room fell tense and silent. Sam felt like his world was crumbling around him.

A/N: I had an assignment for English where I had to write what I thought was 6-7000 words, but then my friend told me that it was 6-700 words. That's why I haven't uploaded in a little while; I've been stressing over nothing. Seriously, I wrote like 3000 words before I found out, ugh.

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