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 story does contain child abuse, but it wont be graphic. If you don't like please don't read.
Disclaimer . . . . . . Me thinks Captain Jack has pilfered them and stole them away on her pirate ship, either that or Kripkie is hiding them from me, I own nothing.
A. N . . . . . I have to warn you , there's is some more bad language and mentions of Sammy's rapes in this chapter. This is also quite a long chapter for me, so grab yourself a coffee(yuck) or tea, get a bar of choccie, put your feet up, sit back, relax and enjoy chapter 9.
Chapter 9. Winchester justice.
John, after ending the call, silently returned to the room. He wasn't surprised when Dean spoke up.
"Who was you talking to?" He'd heard his father leave the room and knew he'd called someone; he could hear John's voice through the walls but couldn't make out the words.
"Joshua, I asked him to pull some more favors."
"Why? What are you thinking?"
"Dean, we both know they will get off, their kind always do. If that's the case I don't think Sam will be safe here, we won't be able to protect him here. I've asked Joshua to find us a place, somewhere off the map, somewhere safe for Sam to recover and start to move on."
"Dad, he's not ready to leave, or well enough to move yet."
"I know that Dean, but do you really think you can protect him to the best of your abilities here? Do you want to take a chance that they find him? No, when the time comes we will have to go."
Sighing in resignation Dean acquiesced. "Okay, your right he's not protected enough here. Where are we going?"
"Joshua thinks Caleb has a cabin off the beaten track that we can use."
Glancing at John, Dean knew there was more he wasn't telling. "What else did you talk about?"
John had wanted to keep Dean out of the next part, he knew that Dean would want in but that would mean taking Sam also, and that was not an option. Reluctantly he told Dean the rest of the conversation. "I've asked Joshua to get Caleb and Bobby. Find out where those 'things' are. Find out where they're most likely to go if they get released. They're going to find them, take them and hold them until I get there. I can't let them get away with what they did, I won't let them get away with it. I swear on Sam. They will hurt!"
"What are we, and I do mean we going to do with them?"
"Dean, you will not be involved. You will have to stay with Sam. You know he can't be left alone."
Dean was torn. He knew his dad was right. Sam couldn't be left alone yet, but he really needed to be a part of this. "Dad, we have to find a way. I have to be a part of this. I have to be there, please."
"I'm sorry, Dean. No, I order you when the time comes to stay out of this."
"I can't believe this. Sam went missing on my watch, I was the one who lost him, I let those two beasts get hold of him, brutalize him, beat him and I don't get to give some sort of payment back. This sucks!" Dean spat out his words, bolting up from his chair, his anger boiling, yet still ever careful not to wake Sam.
"I'm sorry son, I really am but that's my final decision. You will stay away."
Sitting back down, Dean stared furiously at his dad, John glaring right back, refusing to back down.
It was mid afternoon, two days later, when George returned. Both Winchesters were with Sam, they'd decided that it would be safer for them both to stay at all times. Walking in George was happy to see the youngest Winchester awake.
"John, Dean. Hey there Sam, glad to finally visit and see you up."
Sam squirmed further under the jacket and covers, but he didn't look away and offered a barely heard "Hi."
Dean spoke. "Sammy, this is George, he's the officer who found you. Do you remember?"
Sam shook his head in answer.
"That's okay." George responded. "I can't really take that honor anyway. Finding you was all down to a relentless beagle."
Sam looked at Dean. George's happy presence was becoming to much for him. Signaling silently with his eyes he hoped Dean would understand his discomfort. Dean understood straight away.
"George, why don't you, dad and I go outside to talk? Sam's about ready to drop off again." Watching George and his dad leave, he turned back to Sam. "Are you okay?" A small nod. "Do you want the TV on?" Another nod. Finding a documentary channel, he handed the remote to Sam before following the others. "I'll be right outside the door, Sam."
"What's up, George?" Dean asked the minute he stepped into the hall and saw George's stormy features.
"They got off. The bastards got off." George was nearly in tears. He had stood there, unable to do anything, as the Burton's had smirked and gloated their way out of the station, threatening to sue as they went. "Sam refusing to testify and a mistake meant there wasn't any evidence against them."
"A mistake. What do you mean a mistake?" John blurted out. Both Winchesters had known this was a possibility, but it was still a shock.
"Their lawyers claim that we entered the house illegally. That it was still the Burton's property and we should have got a search warrant. They claim they have no knowledge of Sam that he must've been taken there after they left. The lawyers state that the D.N.A evidence from the mattress is therefore inadmissible. Even if it was to be used, the lawyers claim that it could have gotten there any time over the past years they used the mattress. I'm so sorry guy's this is partially my fault."
"Hey, it's okay. We knew without Sam it was going to be hard to convict them. We don't blame you." John assured the stricken officer. "We can't stay here though. If their friends are as powerful as you say, we need to leave. George thanks for all you've done and tried to do for Sam." Turning to Dean he continued. "Get Sam dressed and ready to go, I'm going to check him out. Even if it means he has to go a.m.a."
John needn't have worried about the a.m.a forms. Dr. Walsh had heard what had happened and readily agreed that Sam would be better off hidden away, he was only about a week away from being well enough to be released anyway. Just so long as John agreed to bring him in for regular checks, kept Sam's appointments with the counselor and promised to call if they needed anything. Leaving the doctor's office, release forms in hand, John took out his cell and called Joshua again.
"You following them?"
"Yeah, right behind them. Gotta say Johnny, they're a right pair of smug bastards. You sure we can't just run them off the road?"
"No. That would be too quick for them. We're leaving for Caleb's now. Let me know when you have them."
The four hour ride to Caleb's had passed without incident, well once they had left the hospital that is. Sam had become anxious and fearful at the sheer amount of people, not wanting to leave the ward, wanting to hide behind the taller figures of his father and brother the wheelchair making that impossible, head held low, eyes avoiding everything. When they finally reached the car, Dean helped his brother into the back seat where he proceeded to burrow under the blanket that was placed over him.
Arriving at the cabin, they'd set about unpacking their few belongings, re-enforcing the protection symbols Caleb had dotted around, salting the doors and windows, and eating the take away pizza they had picked up on the way. Sam was half asleep on the small couch, smothered in a thick duvet, when Joshua finally called back. The two elder Winchesters stepped into the small kitchen to take the call. It was a quick one sided conversation. Ten words were all that were spoken.
"Got Them. We're at Jim's other place. Get here soon!"
John had left a short time afterwards, leaving an irate Dean tending to Sam. Sitting in his truck in front of a cabin, that was set back from the road and free from neighbors, John was debating what to do. Now that he'd got here he didn't think he could go in. Sam entered his thoughts. He could still remember the day he was born, Mary's boy. He remembered his first smile, his first day at school, his unending questions, the way his eyes lit up whenever he learned anything new, the way he had suddenly shot up in height this past year, his newly found rebellious streak that had him fighting every decision John made. John smiled briefly at these thoughts before he remembered his youngest son now. Sam never smiled anymore, it would be along time till he went back to school, he hardly spoke at all and no longer asked questions, his eyes were dull and lifeless, and he seemed to have shrunk in size, becoming timid and withdrawn, crying all the time, no fight left. Remembering that Sam gave him the courage to move. Leaving all his weapons behind for now, he didn't want to kill them too quickly; he walked to the front door.
Caleb was in the small living room/kitchen off the hallway; after quick greetings were exchanged he filled his friend in on what had gone down.
"Bobby's getting rid of their car, should be back soon. Joshua's in with the guy, cowardly piece of shit, broke down straight away. Been bawling his eyes out ever since. We took them as they were trying to leave the state, no witnesses. They've both received 'accidental' injuries I'm afraid, but nothing life threatening. Not yet anyway. We've got them separated and bound in a bedroom each. Took their clothes too. That's about it so far. How do you want to do this?"
"Bring them both out here, I want to see them."
John waited as Caleb went to retrieve the two Burton's. Looking up at the sound of scuffling, he watched as Joshua dragged a kicking and pleading Graham, whilst Caleb pushed an unrepentant, defiant Sherry. John felt the bile rise in his throat. He hadn't known what to expect, but the well fed, healthy, forty's looking couple wasn't it. They looked so normal.
"Tie them to the chairs." John finally got out. His anger was growing, his fists clenching and unclenching in an effort to stop from smacking the smug grin off of the woman's face. His efforts were in vain when she opened her mouth and spat out.
"He was so good."
For the first time in his life John hit a woman, landing his fist with force straight into her face, feeling the bones crack as they broke. Momentarily stunned, it wasn't long before the smug grin was back in place. It was like a red rag to a bull and just like a wild beast John struck. Cold-blooded, cruel and merciless he attacked the two Burton's pitilessly. He didn't care that she was a woman, or that the guy was apologizing profusely.
Fury had clouded all thoughts except Sam's broken spirit. Fists, feet, teeth, head, elbows, knees, all were used as months of anger, pain, frustration and despair were unleashed. By the time he had stopped both Burton's were unconscious, bloodied, bruised and broken.
"Fill up the bucket, I want them awake."
Joshua went to get the water as John wiped the blood off his hands, neck and face. Throwing the water over both of their captives, the three hunters waited for them to come around. Graham stirred first, disorientated and mumbling. A backhand to the face had him slowly focusing of the ferocious eyes of a still bristling John Winchester. The puddle of water at his feet growing as he lost control of his bodily functions. Rousing a short time later, Sherry was the complete opposite. Sitting straighter in her chair, chin jutted out, shoulders back, the defiance still there, even after the beating. Looking briefly at her husband, her disgust for him showing on her face, she spoke up.
"You stupid, weak prick. Grow a set of balls. They're not going to kill us; they're just like you not man enough." At getting no reaction from him, or the hunters, she tried again. "Oh come on Graham. I know you have a set somewhere, use them. You certainly had a pair when you used them and other things to breach little Sammy."
"Shut the fuck up, just shut up Sherry. This is your entire fault. You made me take him and do all those things to him. It's all on you."
"They're not stupid, even though they look it, Graham. They don't believe that for a second and if you believe it then you're even more pathetic than I thought you were." Turning to John she aimed to get as rise out of him. "We told him you didn't love him and never had. That you didn't want him anymore, that you thought he was useless and you didn't care to look after him anymore. As he lay there, and I rode him, we told him that you hated him. He was so very young, but he felt oh so good when he was inside me. I know Graham felt the same when he was inside Sam. In the end Sammy, you're pure and innocent Sammy was begging for it."
"You sick son of a bitch. I'm going to kill you!"
Dean couldn't stand it anymore; he couldn't just sit here and do nothing whilst his dad took care of business. Sam was his responsibility. It was his job to look after him and he'd failed. He had to get his revenge as well. Feeling a brief bite of remorse, over what he was about to do, he took two of Sam's sedatives out of the bottle and went to wake his sleeping brother.
"Sam, Sammy. Come on it's time for your pain meds."
Dean watched silently as Sam swallowed the medication before settling back under the quilt. Waiting fifteen minutes to make sure Sam was asleep, he picked him up and made his way to the Impala, where he settled him in the back seat. Dean might have wanted revenge but there was no way he was leaving Sam alone. Getting behind the wheel he set off for Jim's cabin. It was easy to find, they had stayed there quite often, so it wasn't long before he was coasting the car down the steep drive and parking beside his dad's truck.
Checking that Sam was still sleeping, he headed towards the cabin. Swiftly he snuck in the door and slowly and quietly made his way down the short hallway. He arrived just in time to see Sherry wake, and then hear her vicious words. It was all too much. After hearing her say that Sam had begged for it, he let them become aware of his presence.
"You sick son of a bitch. I'm going to kill you!"
Springing at Sherry and avoiding the other hunters, he had his hands around her throat, choking the life from her in seconds. A grin of pleasure never leaving her face, Sherry taunted Dean.
"He begged for you, Dean. He prayed that you would come, that you would save him, but you never did. Yours was the name he cried out for every time we took him."
Dean squeezed tighter. "Fuck you bitch". Repeatedly leaving his mouth.
John and Caleb finally jumped into action, grabbing Dean they managed to wrestle him off Sherry before he could kill the woman, immediately regretting it as she started mouthing off again.
"You should have killed me little boy. Because when I get out of here I'm going to find little Sammy and if you thought he came back broken before it's nothing to how I'll give him back to you next time. I'm going to take Sammy as my plaything, my toy. Make him play with me, make love to me and he'll enjoy it just like last time. He'll be begging for me once again. Sammy will be mine; I will find him once again and take him."
The last words had just left her mouth when a single gunshot resounded in the small room. Sherry's eye's looked down at her bleeding stomach, her fingers fascinated with the newly formed hole there. The five other sets of eye's all turned to look at the trembling, sobbing and frightened figure in the doorway.
Sam might have been emotionally and physically scarred at the moment, but one thing he wasn't was stupid. He had heard the conversations between his dad and Dean at the hospital and back here at the cabin. He could tell that Dean really wanted to be with his dad, Caleb, Joshua and Bobby, dealing with the Burton's. So when he was offered the pills he knew weren't painkillers, he pretended to swallow them. Waiting for Dean to turn away he quickly spat them out, hiding them down the cushions of the couch like he used to do when he was younger. Faking sleep, he felt Dean check him, felt him lift him up and carry him to the car, he felt the drive and he felt Dean check him again once they'd stopped.
Once Dean had left the car, he peeked from under the duvet and watched as he went inside the cabin. Opening the Impala's door he cursed the creakiness of the old car, before gingerly attempting to stand. Holding onto the backs of the cars for support he unsteadily made his way towards the cabin, faltering briefly at the gap between the last car and the couple of steps leading to the front door. Once inside he kept to the shadows of the hallway and inched his way closer to the voices he could hear. Catching Dean's cry of anguish, Sam's mind was as torn as John's had been earlier, leave now or go and face his attackers. His hearing becoming more accustomed, he began to pick out more of Sherry's vindictive words. Sam listened as she tormented Dean, before stating her plans for him.
Sam's memories broke through the barriers that he'd created to keep them hidden. For the first time he remembered everything, from the moment he'd left Dean playing basketball. Every beating, every harsh word, every rape. He remembered it all. He couldn't go through that again; he wouldn't go through that again. Spotting Dean's favorite gun lying on the floor, where he'd dropped it in his rush to get to Sherry, Sam picked it up. Creeping forward he entered the other room. Sam, with tremors coursing through his body, lifted his arm, took aim and fired.
A.N. . . . . . Well I did warn you it was long. One more chapter to go I think. Just have to say I use the term 'woman' lightly when referring to Sherry. Thanks as usual to all who have taken time out to both read and review my little fic. Let me know what you think if possible. Was the justice too swift? Peanut x