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Warning: Talk about rape and a little wincest.
"I was 14 Dean. He should have locked his feelings away, anything other then what he did do!" Sam screamed. His body was now scared from the brutal abuse he suffered at the hands of his father.
"What do you want me to say? That I'm sorry for throwing his pathetic ass through the window? No, I don't think so." Dean yelled back "We did fine with out him, hell we're are still doing fine!"
"You call this fine? We are living out of hotel rooms, with nothing but the clothes on our backs and the car to our names! Dean I'm sorry but I can't do this forever, I have to go. You could come with me. Actually do something with your life, Dean."
"I am doing something, Sam! We save peoples lives, I save peoples lives every other fucking day! Don't you think that's something?" Dean question, hurt smashing his mask.
"Dean, I'm sorry. But I'm going and you can't stop me." Sam deadpanned as he continue to through things into his bag.
"Can't we have one more beer before you go and become Joe college?"
"Of course we can." Sam spoke as he through his bag to the floor. "You will come and visit me right?"
"Duh, I'm not going to let some pansy work it's way between me and whats mine." Dean spoke as he pulled Sam close by his belt buckle.
"I would hope not." Sam said as he went in for the deepest, saddest, most beautiful kiss he'd ever had. He knew it would be his last, and for that he hated Stanford.
The first and last time Dean came to see Sam, was the most heart wrenching thing Dean had ever seen. He had broken into Sam's apartment to surprise him, but the surprise was on Dean. Dean had walked in on a game of 'Lets us Sam as our personal punching bag!' But the person throwing the punches froze the very blood in his body.
"Dad..." Dean whispered as he got closer "Get of him!" He started to yell.
"Did you call him? You know what happens if you did!" John screamed.
"I swear I didn't, please just leave him out of this." Sam wheezed "Dean, please just go and I'll call you in the morning!"
"Fuck that." Dean scoffed, as he through his dad off of Sam. Poncing on the stunned older man.
"Fake sakes old man. I thought I made myself perfectly clear, that if you ever came near Sam again I would put you in hell myself!"
"In one ear and right out the other, son." John spat back "See you of all people should now what Sam can do. He's a drug that has no cure!"
"Shut up old man!" Dean spoke as he back handed him. The began to tie him up, with the rope that was lying on the floor. He can only assume it was meant for Sammy and not John, 'Stupid hick!' Dean thought to himself. As he pulled John up with him spoke, "Hope you can swim old man. We're gonna go for a little dive." As he pushed John toward the window.
"Dean stop, he's not worth it!" Sam screamed.
"Sammy I told you. No one gets away with hurting you, no one." Dean spat as he shoved John out the window. "Get your things and lets go."
"Dean..." Sam tried to argue. But the look Dean gave, left no room for argument. So he gingerly got up of the bed, holding his ribs he began to pack.
"Sam how long has he been doing this?" Dean asked as he passed Sam an ice pack. They had stopped for the night a shit hole motel.
"A month after I got there, I threatened to tell you then he promised he would kill you." Sam confessed, tears creating a river on his face.
"Fuck, I should have cut of his fucking dick! What all did he do to you Sammy?" Dean had to know, he had to know if his beautiful innocent angel had been tainted.
"At first he just made me blow him, then he started doing it to me. The beatings came and...and...three months ago he...he..." Sam sobbed.
"He fucked you! He fucked what's mine!"
"Please don't hate me. I couldn't stop him now matter how hard I tried. I begged him to stop, but it just made him do it harder and more often." Sam sobbed.
"How many time Sammy. How many times did he come see you, how many times has he come in you?" Dean gritted, he had to know. He had no idea why but he did he just did.
"Um he only came once oar twice a month, but lately he had been coming once a week for the past four months. Every time he would beat me time me to a chair fuck me then beat me some more un-tie me and than tie me back down only on the bed, ass up."
"I'm sorry. I should have come before this, I should have..."
"Dean it wasn't your fault. None of this is. If anyone ones to blame it's me, I shouldn't have left you for college."
That doesn't make me feel any less guilty." Dean spoke as he sat down beside Sam on the bed.
"Dean, don't. Please not tonight, I don't deserve your touch." Sam spoke as he got up and showered.
'Yeah, well you're the only one who's gonna have it.' Dean thought to himself.
Okay there's one more chapter to this, I see lots of people read it but no one reviewed. Even if you hated it please tell so I know.