Dangerous Beings.

Summary... Sam finds out the hard way that supernatural beings aren't the worst things out there. Sam's 13, Dean's 17. Rated T. This fic does have child abuse, but it's not graphic, if you don't like please don't read.

Disclaimer... Don't own anything supernatural, unless the nasty thing in my basement counts.

A.N... Thanks to all the people who read, reviewed and added to favorites, much appreciated. Should have mentioned last chapter that this is for JoyofReading who told me to post this fic in a review for my first story. Had a really quiet day at work today so spent all day writing, so just for you all here's chapter 2...

Chapter 2. Dean, John and Sam.

Dean was starting to worry. Having been engrossed in the game, it was only when he was fouled and happened to glance at his watch that he noticed Sam had been gone for over half an hour, surely the movie choice couldn't be that extensive. Muttering apologies he made his way to the sidelines where he had placed his phone and shirt. Dialing Sam's number his worry intensified to downright panic when Sam didn't answer, putting his phone in his pocket and pulling on his top he started walking towards the mini-mart. Walking inside he took a quick look around and noting the lack of his brother spoke to the guy behind the counter.

"Hey Jack, you seen my brother?"

"No, but I just came on man, ask Sandy though, she's filling the fridges at the back."

Making his way to the back of the store he spotted the petite blonde he'd had fun flirting with since they'd moved here.

"Hey Sandy, you seen Sammy?" Dean asked, all sense of his usual flirty, fun self gone as his worry over his brother escalated.

"Yeah, but that was about twenty minutes ago. He left to go meet you back at the courts". Noting with alarm all the color drain from Dean's face she added. "Why, what's wrong?"

"Hopefully nothing, if he comes back in can you tell him to stay here and call me, please?" Dean stated as he made his way back out of the store.

Grabbing his phone back out of his pocket he tried Sam's number again, hoping he'd just gone back to the motel for a shower. After letting it ring until voicemail he rejected the call and tried again. Having cut the call again, he was trying a third time when he heard it. Making his way to the trashcan at the edge of the park he cautiously looked inside. Nestled amongst other people's assorted trash was two sodas', a movie and Sam's cell phone. Panic turned to dread and taking out his phone again he dialed his dad's number, leaving the usual voice message, before starting to look around for clues.

Not finding much to go on he returned to the motel, praying to God that Sam had just had some trouble and returned there, but knowing in his heart this wasn't true and he wouldn't be there. Practically breaking down the door in his haste to get inside, Dean ran into the room, it was empty. "Sammy." Dean shouted moving towards the small bathroom. Finding it also empty, his frustrations and worry finally got the better of him. The bathroom mirror took the first hit, the contents of the small shelf came down next, the shower curtain was ripped from its fixing and the door nearly torn of it's hinges. Moving into the other room Dean didn't stop, tears falling freely down his face. By the time he had finished nothing was left untouched. A forlorn figure sat slumped in a corner amidst a jumbled mess of broken glass, overturned beds, discarded clothing and smashed furniture.

Breaking out of his trance some time later, Dean realized the pointlessness of his actions, feeling new bouts of guilt that he'd wasted time that he could have spent looking for Sam. Grabbing his coat and keys he left the room, dangling the do not disturb sign on the door knob on his way out.

Sleep, unfortunately did not enter into the equation for Dean that night. It had been over twenty four hours since Sam disappeared and he was at his wits end. Having spent all his efforts yesterday searching around town he had reluctantly called the police, his dad was on his way back, but this was too big they needed more help. Two officers had just left ten minutes ago. After taking in the damage to the room that Dean had been unable to clear away, they had at first thought him a suspect only changing their minds after seeing the emotion that radiated from him. After some of the questions they'd asked though, he was beginning to think involving them was a bad idea, but if it helped get Sammy back he could handle the sixth degree. Hearing the roar of their dad's truck, Dean mentally prepared himself for the verbal bashing even before John stepped into the room.

Earlier...

Picking up his mobile, John listened to the voicemail message. "Dad its Dean. Listen you need to come home, dad. Sam's missing. I'm sorry dad, it's all my fault. I... just come home, please." Turning to Caleb, John quickly explained to him what was going on and that he had to go. Starting the truck he pulled out into traffic dialing Dean's number at the same time. After three rings his eldest son answered, John anger overriding rationality didn't even let him get a word out before...

"What the hell is wrong with you? What the hell happened Dean? Where is your brother?"

"I'm sorry dad, he just went to the store, it was only five minutes away, he..."

"Where the hell were you? What the hell did you let him out of your sight for? I trusted you to look after him. He was your responsibility Dean and you lost him." John continued his rant, hearing the emotion in Dean's voice, but choosing in anger to ignore it. "I can't deal with you at the moment, I'll be back mid morning. You better pray he's okay." Clicking off the phone, John stepped on the gas harder.

Present

When John stepped into the room Dean was shocked at the anguish and despair that flowed from him. John had had time to think on the drive here and now wasn't the time for blame, plus he knew his eldest would be feeling guilty enough, so he did something he didn't normally do. Dean was even more shocked when he was pulled into a bone crushing hug.

"What happened son?" John asked when he finally released the boy.

Dean couldn't help the tears that fell from his eyes, the unexpected show of love from his father more than his emotionally damaged mind could take.

"I'm sorry; I'm so very sorry dad. I shouldn't have let him go on his own, but it was only to the store and I thought he would be okay." Dean rushed out in between great big gulps of air. "He went to get sodas and a movie while I stayed at the court. When he didn't come back I went looking but he'd just disappeared. I looked all night dad I swear I did but I couldn't find him. The cops were just here, but I think they think I did something to Sam."

"It's okay Dean. We will find him." John's words left no room for arguing and also left no doubt the swift and deadly retribution that would occur if anyone had hurt his youngest son.

Sam lay curled on the mattress. His body still hurt all over, his fingers held protectively to his chest, his left eye swollen closed, his mind remembering the things that were done to him, remembering the things that were said. Was that really how his dad and Dean felt? He knew Dean resented him sometimes, but did he really resent him this much? And his dad? Sam knew he didn't live up to Dean in his dad's eyes, that he wasn't as good of a hunter, wasn't as good of a soldier, wasn't as good of a son, but did his dad hate him so much that he'd give him away? His thirteen year old, child's mind muddled by drugs, abuse and harsh words was beginning to think that maybe his family did hate him that much.

Sam's mind was so caught up in his thoughts he didn't hear the door open, only realizing someone was in the room with him when the mattress shifted behind him. He vainly tried to move his sore body away, but it was no use. Hands grasped his shoulders turning him to face his captor.

"No, please, please, no please, leave me alone. Please not again."

Soft sobbing was all that could be heard through the door of the room, in a normal looking house, on a normal looking street, in a normal looking suburban neighborhood.

T.B.C...

A.N... Decided to call the woman Sherry, so in future chapters when you see that name that's who it is. Sorry to all Sherry's out there it's nothing personal. Please review if you have time, I do read them all and try to take in the comments. Thanks for reading, Peanut x