-:-Chapter Three-:- The Truth -:-
Dean ran to the trunk of his car. Grabbing his trusty .45 and running to Sams room.
"Samuel come out of the bathroom! I have a game I want to play with you." Joe taunted, trying to be seductive. But the drunk man was failling miserably.
"Get the FUCK away from him!" Dean screamed.
"Oh and who are you? Sammys boy toy?" Joe laughed. "Did he tell you his little story of how his been running from his big bad daddy? Did he tell you how he made money for three months before that stupid girl picked him up?"
"Shut the fuck up! You arn't his father! A really man would never lay a hand on their children, ever!" Dean said shooting him in the leg.
"You little prick! When I get down with Sammy I'm gonna injoy tearing you apart!" Joe said with a sickning grin on his face.
"FUCK YOU!" Dean screamed, his trigger happy finger freezing.
"Do you know that Sammy, little wee Sammy was a whore on the streets. He was bit of drug addict two. And see I thought he was the good son. But I should have known better, a kid like that. Hell I'd be little fucked up too if I knew my own family didn't even want me. EH Sammy?"
"Sammy don't listen to him. We do want you, I want you. Please Sammy don't believe him. I would have stopped Dad if I had known I swear!" Dean pleaded lowering his weapon.
"Dean, how could you want me? I was whore, crack addict and a little suicidal. Why would want this fucked up piece of crap!" Sam screamed. He been a cutter since the age of eight, he wasn't about to quit now. The knife digging across the inside of his leg. The sight of blood was electrifing.
"DON'T YOU EVER FUCKING SAY THAT AGIAN! YOU HEAR ME! Sam everyone makes mistakes, it's a part of life. Leaving you in the hands of that bastered was my biggest mistake. I will spend the rest of my life trying to make that up to you." John spoke. He had heard Dean screaming at someone then the whole sound of a gun being fired.
"Hey Johnny, how are ya? John you should have killed me when you had the chance." Joe spoke.
"You know what Joe? I still have a chance." Hohn said wipping out his gun. Shooting him square, between his eyes.
Dean ran to the door, kicking it open, with authority.
"Sammy?" Dean almost sobbed, as he saw the blood. The fear in the young mans eyes was terrifying.
"Dean stay away from me. You most hate me, now that you know what I am. I a whore, why would are still here, just leave and I'll finish myself." Sam ranted.
"Sammy, I'm not going anywhere. I don't hate you, I...errr...um I love you Sammy. I want you to be with me. God you're my little brother, I need you to be with me, so I can protect you and stuff." Dean confessed, hugging Sammy close to him.
"I love you too, Dean."
"SAMMY!" A female screamed from the other room.
"Rai, I'm in here." Sam called hugging Dean closser.
"Sammy, are you okay? God your bleeding." She fussed.
"I'll be fine as long as I have Dean."
"Always." Dean retorted.
"Dean lets go. We have work to do, and the work is moving." John called.
"NO!"
"What?"
"I said no. Sammy needs me. I'm not leaving him, not now, not ever again." Dean replyed. "You tore him away from me. I never want to see you around me or him ever again."
Okay so that the end of that. It's the end of the first part, don't spaz I have a sequel in the works, so if you liked this one there will be even more wincest and angst and all that good stuff in the sequel, watch for it.