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This will probably be the second last chapter, depending on stuff.

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Sam is so hysterical by the time Kristy comes running back into the room, that she is forced to administer a sedative. Once Sam has slipped back into unconsciousness, she begins to strip away the bed sheets, as she asks Dean. "What happened, Dean?"

Dean, who is still standing by Sam's bedside, looks over at Kristy with a slightly panicked look on his face. "I don't know." I seem to be saying that a lot lately. "I didn't say anything, he didn't either, then he just..." He trails off, and then in a tired, broken tone, he adds. "I don't know why."

Seeing Dean's distress, Kristy stops what she is doing, and goes over to Dean. "It's alright, Dean. Sam is going through a lot right now, he needs time to process it, and while he's doing that, it's expected that he'll have difficult times."

"But what am I meant to do?" Dean asks with sadness clear in his voice, he hates that Sam is suffering so much, and he doesn't know how to help, what happened to Sam that was so bad that it ended up like this?

"Just be here for him, listen to him, and comfort him-" Kristy is suddenly interrupted.

Sam suddenly sits bolt upright in the bed, crying out in terror.

Dean goes straight to his side, and unknowing of the nature of Sam's nightmare, he wraps his arms tightly around Sam's shaking body.

Sam practically jumps through the ceiling, crying out. "Get away! Don't touch me!" And then with the fear and desperation even clearer in his voice, he says. "Please let me go, please."

Despite his surprise, Dean complies, he lets go of Sam, and backs away from the bed a couple of metres before saying. "Sammy? What's wrong? It's just me, Dean."

Sam ignores him for a moment as he fights to control his breathing, but once he's marginally calmer, Sam looks over at Dean, and almost as if he was expecting someone else, he says. "Dean?"

"Yeah, it's me, Sammy. Just calm down, it's alright." Dean soothes, as he cautiously moves closer to Sam again.

Now realizing that it is only his brother, Sam can calm himself down. He then, quite meekly says. "Sorry, bad dream."

"Figured that." Dean says before he suddenly asks. "Did it have anything to do with why you tried to kill yourself?"

"No, of course not." Sam replies a little too quickly, and under Dean's glance he changes his answer. "...Maybe ...Completely."

As Dean sits down on the edge of the bed, carefully watching that Sam is alright, he notices in the corner of his eye that Kristy is leaving them alone.

Once he's seated, Dean works up the courage to ask. "Sammy, can you tell me why you did it? Please."

Sam looks at Dean angrily, and says. "So now you care?! Where were you when-" Sam stops himself mere seconds from revealing his awful secret, but Dean can tell that Sam was about to say something.

Dean cautiously, but firmly asks Sam. "When what? What happened to you, Sam?"

With extreme hesitance, Sam begins to tell Dean something that was a long way from anything Dean expected. "Not long after I started at school here, one of the teachers ...he was looking at me, I didn't think he'd do anything, but... um, about a week later, he gave me detention, just him and me." Sam pauses as he fights not to lose control again, as he does so, Sam looks over at Dean, and sees the shocked, horrified expression plastered on his face. "You don't want to know the rest, Dean. Really you don't."

"Please, Sammy." Dean pushes gently, not sure he wants to hear this, but feeling that he has to.

Sam looks on the verge of crying as he continues. "It kept happening, I tried everything to stop him, but it just kept happening. He liked the way I looked, said I still looked just enough like a chubby kid, I was fat, but I can't lose enough weight, and he kept doing it. No matter what, I kept happening. I couldn't take it anymore."

Dean looks nothing short of horrified as Sam keeps revealing the truth.

"I started getting sick all the time, I was so tired. You remember how much kids would beat on me at our other schools?"

Dean can only nod numbly.

"You'd always stop it, but now..."

Dean works it out, and sadly enquires. "The bruises?"

"Everyday ...for months." Sam tells him, knowing that it's going to hurt his brother, the brother that had always looked after him, and has now let him down.

Dean then questions insistently. "Names." His tone is deadly, and it is clear to Sam that if he tells Dean the names of his abusers, Dean will go after them, and despite everything, he really doesn't want that.

"No, I'm not going to tell you." Sam says as he turns away from Dean, and weakly says. "Can you please go? I... please stop looking at me, and go. I can't take it right now."

"Alright." Dean replies, forcing himself to keep his emotions in check as he stands up, and leaves the room.

It is late that night before Sam lets Dean back into the room. And the first words out of Dean's mouth are. "I'm so sorry, Sam. I should've been there for you. Please forgive me, Sammy."

Without hesitation, Sam replies. "I never blamed you, Dean. It was my fault, not yours."

Dean doesn't even know how to respond to that, and he just sits down in a chair in the corner, and settles in for the night.

By lunchtime the next day, the doctor has been to see Sam, and he has ordered for Sam to have a NG tube put in to give him nutrients, and put weight back on. Shocking, Sam isn't happy about this, and the staff has been forced to put him back in restraints.

Ever since he heard about the feeding tube, Sam has been freaking out about the mere thought of gaining weight, and Dean hasn't eased up at all in his attempts to calm him down, with little if any success.

Over three hours later, Dean has only just settled Sam down, and gotten him to accept the restraints and feeding tube when the social worker, Cate walks into the room. She greets Dean quietly, seeing that Sam is resting. "Good afternoon, Dean. How's everything going?"

Dean shrugs wearily, and then asks. "Why are you here?"

Cate remains expressionless as she tells him. "The judge has made a decision on your guardianship request for Sam."

TBC...

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