Here is chapter 4, I hope I am not doing to bad… I have a bad habit of being very board with my writing… Random but what If when I have my kid I named my kid Jude as in "Hey Jude" you know the Beatles, my friend loves them. :[

Any who, The same old disclaimer applies here, I sit as sadness fills me…Right here goes nothing

Chapter 4: Sizzle

Sam was sitting in the seat that Josh had set him in before he left the room, he let his head slide haphazardly on his chest, the only reason he ended up pulling his head away is when he started choking from that position, and even then he just moved it to the right. Sam practically jumped out of his skin when Josh open the door, he had a few recognizable objects with him; that old bucket that Sam was now convinced was stalking him, another bucket which wasn't filled with water but with sticks of various sizes, a lighter- the flippy kind-, and a foot long, hollow, metal cylinder. Crap Sam, even in his current state of mind, knew what this meant.

Sam tried to get up, because obviously he didn't want to be branded. Josh laughed as Sam fell to the floor. He tossed Sam back into the chair after he had lit the little sticks in the bucket, then he walked over to the water bucket. Sam was still wet from last time, but Josh liked to have things fresh, so he tossed the other bucket on him anyways, he wanted Sam to hear his own skin sizzle, mm toasty, he thought. He licked his lips as he reached down for the pipe, there was a lot of extra pipe sitting around this place, and stuck it into the fire, he waited until it was orange on the rim of it, Sam was freaking out and for good reason to.

Josh saw that Sam was riggeling, trying to get free from the new grasp josh had of his wrists, he would not have this kid squirming around. He took the pipe and smashed it against Sam's mid-back, Steam flowed off it and it made a sizzle, like meat frying. Sam felt it in his back, it was not the same as the electrocution, that was inside of you this was on the outside and it kept on persisting, wouldn't leave. He smelled his own flesh burning, this time he screamed, it was that kind of pain.

Josh repeated this about 7 times on various locations on his lower and upper back, then he decided to look for some new meat. What he chose was Sam's upper thigh, he pulled Sam's short up until he was greeted by Sam's boxers, which he also pushed back just a bit, he knew that this area was very sensitive. He then took his newly heated pipe into the skin there, Sam leaned forward pressing into Josh only to quickly pull away, tears started pooling in the boys eyes, making him seem 10 years younger. Then they started slipping down his cheek, his lip was now bleeding from biting it.

Josh had done the same thing to the same area a couple of times, he had actually made a smiley face, and then done it to the other side. Josh was tiered now, he decided he would give the kid the illusion of sleep, he sat Sam on the first step. Dean ran up to his brother right as he slumped over, he held him by his shoulders and tried to shake his, as soon as he did he regretted it. Sam looked up with terror filled eyes, his dirty face streaked with tears, and Dean could see him for the first time in forever because of the light that seeped through the door.

Dean realized he could use this light to his advantage, he looked at Sam's back to check the gashes, what he found horrified him. He tried not to gasp, to embarrass Sammy, but he saw the brand that Josh had made. He looked for them elsewhere and Sam unconsciously cover his thigh right below his crotch, Dean looked at Sam in the eyes trying to be reassuring, " Sammy please let me look, I have to make sure that you are okay." Sam winced as he let Dean pull up his pants, although Dean didn't gasp Sam saw his face.

Dean carried his little brother down the steps and toward the window, it was almost done, he grasped the window and gave it one pull up, and it opened. He lifted Sammy up and practically shoved him out the window, he follow right behind Sam. He shut the window as far as he could behind him and looked back to realize that he left his jacket, Dad's gonna kill me, oh well that is not what mattered right now. He stood up and pulled his shirt off and put it on Sammy, it was alarming how big it was on him, then pulled Sammy up behind him, his arm around Dean's shoulder, Dean was holding most of his wait now.

In front of them was a road, a few cars passed by them they got a few weary looks from some of the drivers. Dean wanted to get as far away from Josh as possible, so they turned to the right and started out on the road. Sam tried to carry most of his own weight, it was not easy to tell how much Sam was holding of his own weight because he was so malnourished. For awhile Sam walked leaning on Dean with his arm around his shoulder, he was sure Dean didn't think about his short chafing the brands on his thigh, but they were hurting more and more with every step. Dean did notice when Sam changed his gait, avoiding letting his legs touch, that's when he realized it. "Hey you think you might want to teak a break for awhile?" He knew they didn't have awhile or anytime at all, but his little brother was not going to make it like this much longer.

They sat down near the road but not in plain view, in case Josh or his minion came back. Dean sat resting on a tree, Sam had fallen asleep on the same tree beside Dean but was now curled up into a small ball, head resting in Dean's lap. He didn't mind it at all, if anything it was comforting, he knew Sammy would be embarrassed if he found out that was how he fell asleep. Without thinking Dean started fumbling with Sam's hair, brushing it out of his face, Dean couldn't tell if it was sweat or the water that covered the kids face. Sam started trembling again, only this time very violently Dean had to hold him down to keep him from hurting himself. Sam's face looked like a little kid scared of the monster under his bed, he started breathing really quickly.

Dean knew not to shake the kid because of what happened last time, so he put his hand on the kids shoulder and said quietly, " Hey buddy, It's okay, it's only a dream, I'm right here you need to wake up for me okay, I'm right here." Sam's eyes didn't flutter open, they burst open and the eyes that shone were scared, Dean tried to get Sam to calm down, but he seemed to be looking all around, trying to spot something not there Sam said very frightened, " please don't hurt me, please-" to no one in particular, and then he burst into tears, slouched over on his knees. Dean grabbed Sam by the shoulder and pulled his face up to see him, he looked into Sam's eyes and said, " Listen to me, nobody is ever going to hurt you again, not while I am around." He wished his brother was a little kid and could believe that 24/7 again, but for now Sam was assured.

They started out walking again, only this time Dean was carrying almost all of Sam's weight he had his arm wrapped around Sam's waist and under his armpit, this was the only way he could carry Sam; fireman style was out his ribs were already broken and didn't need more stress, the kind like a baby was out for two reasons 1 Sam wouldn't let him and 2 that would hurt his back, but even this way hurt his back, but it gave him some dignity at least. They walked like that for a few miles, it got dark out and fewer cars passed by. Then Sam passed out, and Dean was now carrying his full weight, damn, this kid needs to eat, thought Dean. Dean tried not to drag Sammy anymore that he was already, then a car pulled over, the first one to. Dean considered hiding, like Jon had taught him to, but then he saw it was a young man in a marines uniform, not to muscular to over power him but enough so you knew that he was actually a marine.

He walked up to the pair, noting the older looking ones defensive posture he held his hands up, palms out. He said to the boy, " Hey, do you guys need a lift to anywhere? I was just passing and I noticed you two." Dean looked aver the guy once more assessing him. "sure." he replied to the young man. Dean and Sam both got into the back. The guy glanced back a few times, "where you headed?" he asked already knowing the answer, " Away." the young man nodded and said, " I'm Matt… I was heading over to my house…" Dean was skeptical, he really didn't have time to be skeptical, Sam needed some medical attention, of course they couldn't go to a hospital because then Josh could find them.

"Dean, and this is Sam." He said as his brother started to stir a bit, Dean was slightly uncomfortable being shirtless in a stranger's car, gosh I can only imagine how Sammy felt. " If you want, there is a t-shirt in the bag under you're feet." Said Alex seeing the kids discomfort. Dean threw in the t-shirt and noticed Sam shivering again, Sam was laying on the back bench seat, his head in Dean's lap. Dean leaned in toward Sam's face and tapped his shoulder once more, Sam woke this time, not as scared as before, but still frightened, " Hey Sammy, nice to see you up, we are in a car with this guy named Alex, alright?"

Sam sat up all the way, not letting his back touch the seat, he pointed at Dean's shirt that he was wearing, "You want it back now?" He asked, and Dean shook his head no. Sam leaned against the window and drifted, once more, to sleep. Alex looked back at the boy, already knowing the answer he asked, "He alright?" Dean didn't respond with anything but a glare, " well, if you tell me what is wrong could help patch him up…" Alex tried, Dean's hope peaked, "I'd appreciate that."

"How old are you guys?" Alex asked, he asked a lot of questions, not too many though.

"I'm 19, he's 15." Dean said pointing to Sam at the appropriate time. Alex was half shocked have saddened, he wondered how they got on the road. "So, about your brother…" Dean nodded, he was becoming more comfortable with this guy, " He's got a minimum of 5 broken ribs, uhh some-some uh burns and some gashes that are kind of deep, and God knows what else." Alex cringed at that. They were getting closer to the small 2 bedroom house that Alex lived at, " I could take care of most of that, I'm guessing you guys don't want a hospital… you want to crash at my place for awhile?" He said, trying to sound lax. Dean nodded.

Dean was supposed to be watching Sam while Dad was on a hunt, he would be gone a month, Dean guessed that Jon hadn't gotten back yet and he had some time to take care of Sammy before they had to get back. Alex opened the door for Dean and Dean came out with Sam, he followed Alex into his house, Alex opened the door to the guest bedroom and let them in. "Set him on the bed, I'll go get some stuff for him." Dean gently lied Sam down on his stomach and patted his back, "It's gonna be alright, I swear."