Dangerous Beings.
Summary... Sam finds out the hard way that supernatural beings aren't the worst things out there. Sam's 13, Dean 17. Rated T. This story does contain child abuse, but it wont be graphic. If you don't like please don't read.
Disclaimer... Still not mine but I have a master plan, will let you know how it turns out!
A.N ...It's official I made it to the Guinness book of records for having the most boring job at times, but you all should be happy cause here's chapter 8, enjoy. Dedicated to Captain Jack,(redwinged blackbird, to everyone else) for giving me some right laughs this past couple of days. Oh, and I managed to do it in time too, Happy Birthday Jared x.
Chapter 8. A decision to make.
"We've found the Burton's; they're in custody as we speak."
A pin could have dropped and been heard in the room, it went that quiet after George's words were spoken. Both Winchesters had gone a deathly pale, a total look of surprise on their faces.
"John, Dean did you hear what I just told you?"
"Yeah. Yeah." John finally answered. "It's just a shock, that's all. Where are they?"
"I'm sorry; I'm not at liberty to give you that information." Seeing John's ferocious stare, he added quickly. "I'm sorry but I can't risk my job."
Feeling uncontrollable rage John turned away. Lashing out with his fist he struck the wall. "My son was brutalized by those bastards and you're worried about your job. I will find out where they are and when I do that's when you should worry about your job."
"John, please don't say anymore. I realize you're angry and upset, but you are liable to get yourself arrested. You have to think about Sam, please."
"I am thinking about Sammy." John shouted out, but his anger was simmering.
Minutes past before George felt he could talk again without gaining the eldest Winchesters wrath. "Listen guys. We are sorry but we really need to get a statement from Sam. We really can't wait any longer."
Dean had been quiet up till that point." No way, absolutely not, not yet anyway. He just spoke to me for the first time today and I will not risk him having a setback by letting you interrogate him. There most be enough evidence to put them away without Sam's testimony?" Dean asked hopefully.
"Dean, we really need Sam. Without him I believe it wont even make it to the courts. They have powerful connections and a lot of money; they will find a way to get out of this. Please help us. Get Sam to talk to us." George tried again.
"I'll try but not now. I'll talk to him later." Dean backed down.
"Okay if that's the best you can do, I'll take it. We'll wait in the hall until you've had a chance to talk to him."
After George and the other officer had left, Dean and John sat quietly, until John felt the need to speak.
"We have to get Sam to talk."
"I know that dad, but I really don't think he will."
"Then you have to convince him. Do anything to get him to."
Dean glanced at his father, a horrified expression written on his face. "I can't believe you just said that, in fact if that's how you feel, I think it would be more beneficial to Sam if you left. He already thinks you hate him, despise him, just go."
John felt terrible, he really didn't mean what he had just said, but he was angry and frustrated and hurt and hell he really wanted to kill something. "Dean, I'm sorry. I never meant what I said, but we can't just let them get away with this."
"And we won't, but I will not let Sam get hurt again. I promised him I wouldn't and there is nothing in this world that will make me break that promise."
Dean was watching a re-run of Magnum P.I when Sam woke again. Turning off the TV he readied himself for the hard task ahead. Not knowing how Sam would be after his sleep he stayed a comfortable distance away and allowed his brothers eyes to find him before he spoke.
"Hey Sammy. You feeling okay, I mean does anything hurt? Do you need anything?" His sentences rushed and mixing together as one as his nervousness heightened.
"What's the matter? Are you leaving me? Your leaving me aren't you?" Sam had instantly picked up on Dean's nerves, his mind quickly assuming that Dean had had enough, that he was going and he'd be left on his own again. Agitation and fear coursed through his body, he began to shake uncontrollably, tears filling his eyes once more.
"Hey hey. Its okay I'm not going anywhere. Sam please calm down, I swear to you I'm not leaving, I promised remember?" Dean tried to reassure his brother, all the while stroking his hand that he had grasped when he first noticed Sam's distress.
"Then why are you nervous? Has dad left? Dad's left me hasn't he?"
"No Sam, dad's just gone back to the motel. God Sam this is so hard. Sam they, shit I can't do this. Sam the police they found. They found the Burton's, Sam."
Sam seemed to deflate. His mind flooded with memories he tried hard everyday to forget. His water filled eyes now spilled over. Fighting against Dean, who had held on tighter at the first sign of Sam's increasing discomfort, he cried out. "No, no I can't go back. Please don't make me go back. I promise I'll be good, please, please don't send me back, please."
Dean was finding it hard not to cry along with his brother, at the fearful words coming from him. Just what the hell had been said to Sam to make him think this way? "Ssshh, Ssshh, Sammy. You're not going anywhere, you're stuck with me." He repeated over and over. "But Sam the police need you to tell them what happened. They think the Burton's will get away with it if you don't."
"I can't Dean. I can't. I don't want to. Please don't make me remember it. I can't tell them, I can't even tell you what happened never mind them. Please don't make me."
"Hey, Ssshh Sam. I wont, I wont." I won't make you talk yet, but you'll have to talk to me soon, Dean thought to him self.
Comforting Sam until he fell into a restless sleep, Dean left the room to find George. They were easy to find, both officers resting uneasily in the hard plastic chairs. John with them, he'd been unable to force himself to leave.
"Hey dad, guy's." The three awoke immediately. "I'm sorry George, he won't do it."
Sighing in a mix of frustration and anger, George spoke up. "Dean you have to try and make him. You do realize that they will get out. They'll be free to do to other kids what they did to Sam. The next one might not be so lucky. Sam can stop that, he has to stop that. Sam has to talk, please try again."
"Listen I'm sorry, but it isn't going to happen. He will not talk."
"This is just great, fantastic." George stopped himself before continuing. "I'm sorry. I'm not mad at Sam, hell I even understand him. It's just that I hate the fact that they will get away with it, you know?"
Dean nodded in understanding. "I know, but our main priority is Sam and what's best for him. If he doesn't want to talk, I'm not going to force him."
George was going to try appealing again, but a scream of anguish from down the hall had both Winchesters bolting back to Sam's room.
Sam had woken to find himself back in the room, back on his filthy mattress, back with the Burton's. This was wrong, Dean was here, he'd seen him, or was it Dean? Was Dean just part of a vivid dream. Sam was unsure. The door opened and Sam's nightmare became real. He was instantly fearful as the figures of Sherry and Graham entered. "Your not real, your not here." Sam tried to move but his body wouldn't co-operate.
Looking down he saw why. He wasn't dreaming the Burton's, he'd been dreaming Dean. He was naked again, his leg still uncasted, the bone still sticking through his skin, his fingers still stuck at awkward angles. "No, I'm not here, I'm safe with Dean. Please I have to be safe with Dean." The Burton's just smiled maliciously as they moved towards a frightened Sam. As hands roamed over his body, Sam started fighting; he couldn't go through this again. Hands touching beneath his torn boxers had Sammy screaming. "No, please not again, please. Noooooo".
Dean was the first to get back to the room, rushing to Sam's bedside he caught his brother as he was about to tumble from the bed. Grabbing his shoulders he attempted to wake him.
"Sammy, Sammy, come on wake up, I'm here, wake up."
It seemed like an eternity before Sam finally started to wake, fighting against the hands that held him until his sense of smell registered Dean. Thrusting up, catching Dean by surprise, he buried his head in his older brother's chest, shaking and sobbing profusely.
"I'm sorry, George and this is final. Sam won't be giving a statement."
The moon was full and bright in the sky, the stars out in force, when John Winchester left his two sleeping sons and exited the room. Taking out his cell, and choosing to ignore hospital policy, there was nobody around to hear the one sided conversation anyway, he dialed a number from memory. It was picked up after three rings.
"Hey Joshua."
"Yeah, I'm good, Dean too."
"Listen I need two more favors. I know that we used a lot last time but this is important."
"No Sammy's not doing too well, but he will be soon."
"Yeah, I'll tell him."
"What do we need? Sam won't talk, if they get out, we'll need somewhere safe to go. A place that can't be found, somewhere Sam can recover. Somewhere their money and friends can't find him."
"Yeah, that should do. Thanks Joshua."
"The other favor. Round up Caleb and Bobby; leave Jim out of this for now. I need Intel. I want to know where they're being kept. Where they're most likely to go if released. The first chance you get, I want them captured and held somewhere near to where we are going, until I can get to you."
"No, if they get bashed around it doesn't matter. Just make sure they're alive when I reach you."
"Yeah, that's right we'll deal out our own form of justice. Hunter style."
A.N . . . . . I know you want justice served, it's coming I promise, next chapter. Think there's probably going to be two more chapters maybe three, so we're nearly at the end. Thanks to all who reviewed, and to those who just read thanks too, Peanut x