Rraz45, cold kagome- you guys are amazing. I'm dedicating this chapter to you guys. The main reason is beause you reviewed all the chapters. And you. Are. AWESOME! Everyone else review please. It's what is keeping me going. Here's a ponderling. So if there is a Sam/Dean it's wincest. But if their not related, how is incest? Just a curious intake on views and whatnot.( No I'm not adding any romantic/sexual feelings for dean and sam)

Oh, and if anyone doesn't like my story please don't pm me and say that im sick and twisted pervert and that my story deserves to burned and smashed. I warned you what was in it, so I guess I don't understand where you are coming from Plus it kinda hurt using all that fowl language against me.

Sam yawned. He got up and stretched. Please let it be a good day. Sam thought. He got up and showered quickly. Then grabbed his laptop and put it in the car. He got three cups of coffee and breakfast sandwiches. He knocked on the door. John opened the door and winced. Damn, he looks like shit. Sam thought. He had a good night sleep due to the fact it was mentally stressing day, yesterday.

"Um. I have coffee and food." Sam said apologetically holding the coffee and sandwich to John.

John relunctlantly let Sam in. Sam set his laptop on the table and immediately turned it on to show John what he found.

I think they are fearmons. They use fear to immobilize people and then take them as feed to keep alive for a number of years to avoid suspicion. Until now anyway. We expel them with salt and kill them with iron." Sam explained.

He then looked at the bed and barely held a gasp. Dean was pale white and a bruise was glowing against his pale body. His eyes were sunken in and he was breathing is irregular and shallow. His face was contorted in fear and pain. Sam assumed it was nightmares. Sam quickly ran from the room. He quickly glanced around and noticed john was in the bathroom, he heard water running in the sink. John must of quickly ate and drank that. It was quick but whatever. Sam figured he had about a minute to look at Dean's injuries. Sam peeled the sheet back and his eyes widened. There were blood on the sheets around him. Sam noticed cuts that were still partially open and still fresh. Bruises were splattered all over is body, all of them almost black. Deans arm's were scattered with finger like bruises andmore cuts than skin. Sam hisseed when he saw that Dean was clutching his hands by his stomach. It then hit him. John brutally beat him, and then from signs raped him and was pretty rough. Dean didn't look good at all. Sam quickly ran from the room, after covering him up again. He leaned over the garbage and puked. He then dry heaved for what seemed like hours. Images flashed through Sam's mind.

John heard the door slam and swore. The kid fucking found out. He ran his hand through is hair quickly leaving to follow him. HE heard dry heaving and swore again. He knew he should of laid off the beers. And the violence huh. I think you almost killed him. If not physically, at least mentally. His subconcious sniggered. He shook his head.

"Sam, wha-" John got interrupted.

"No. Don't even talk to me John. I am so pissed off and disgusted by you. Honestly I want to kill you. Shoot you with every gun I have. But I won't. We will finish the hunt and Dean is coming with me back to Bobby's. You will not touch him or hurt him again. If you fail to do so, I will call the cops, or kill you." Venom filled Sam's voice.

John flinched at the hatred in Sam's eyes and voice. He rubbed his hand aginst his face. He thought quickly. So Sam knew what he did earlier but not any of past shit. He knew Dean hadn't told anyone about what he, or Jeff did. So he would kill Dean and book ass out of this god forsaken town. Jeff would take him in. Then Dean couldn't talk about, or anything. John felt relieved at the plan.

Then he jerked his head noticing Sam walking to his room, and caught up to him. He took his gun out and held it to his side. He then shoved Sam to the ground quickly entering the room. The only thing that was stopping him from killing Sam was Bobby. He didn't want Bobby on his ass.

Sam quickly clambered back up. He noticed John's gun was pulled out. Non no nonononononono, Sam thought. He had to beat John to Dean. In the back of his mind he was wondering about why he cared for Dean so much. But then every thought erased when he looked at the bed, Dean's bed. It was empty. Blood smeared on the bed and onto the floor. They took him.

"SON OF A BITCH!" John screamed.

Sam quickly pulled his phone to call Bobby.

"Hey Bobby?" What's up son?" The conversation started.

Then Sam explained the whole time he was here and what he thought. He could feel Bobby's anger grow. Then sam said he needed help finding Dean before John did, and that he is 100% sure the fearmons that got him Dean had enough fear to fuel the whole fricken planet. The Sam groaned. John left, he really didn't care where. Sam wanted to kill him. He sat down to wait for Bobby. IT never crossed his mind that John would continue to look for his "son".

John quickly left, when he heard Sam on the phone. He was going to find Dean first. He was going to kill the monsters than Dean. Then he could go after the yellow eyed demon. Or that angel. They destroyed his killing Mary, for ruining Dean. Making him almost a monster. Having angel blood, or demon or both, he didn't know or care. John's thoughts did not once cross the journal he left in the hotel. He called Jeff. He explained the whole situation and then sked for help. Jeff quickly agreed and would meet with him in town. He got a new hotel in the next town over.

Dean gasped for breath. The monsters, the fearmon got him. Fear demons. I've never been so terrified in my life, which means a lot considering. Dean thought to himself. He couldn't help but think he deserved it. That it was his fault. Thanks to John anyway.

"Aw, he thinks he deserves it" A demon cackled at him.

They jabbed him with a knife which somehow wasn't deadly. But pain racked his whole body. Somehow, Sam crossed his mind. He trusted Sam. Didn't know why or how but he did. It never crossed his mind that Sam or anyone was going to get him. Though he knew if his dad finds him he would be shot and killed. The demons let him see that scene and it terrified him even more. Suddenly everything went blank and he fell into the darkness, for a few minutes of pain free peace.

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