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What's this? Me finally updating this story let alone a chapter? I apologize greatly. I am really sorry, please don't hex me or send Dean or Sam after me…. (hopeful look). Short brief explanation so I won't bore you with details is life got to be a little too much and then I became down in the dumps(so to speak) so I haven't had much of a chance to really write. But I will try to challenge myself and do one chapter a week. How does that sound? And if y'all still with me thank you sooo much. This is for all stories, so this may not be the chapter of the week so if this is the only story your following, it might take a couple weeks. (I have a Sam/Dean version of this, which is sadly further along, if anyone has noticed, so I apologize to you. If anyone wants to read it, you can pm or say so in review :p)

Summary: Sam Singer meets Dean Winchester to work on a case with Dean's dad John. Sam figures out the case and that Johns an abusive jerk. Dean get's kidnapped by the fear demons and John and Sam looked for him separately. Sam finds and rescues Dean and ends with Dean broken. Once again this story is not anything but bro love so relax.

Anyway let's begin.

-Sam's POV-

He watched as Dean jerked awake and fall back into a restless sleep. IT has been two days since they rescued Dean. The poor guy has been experiencing nightmares since he left and Sam couldn't blame him.

"You know you have to leave the room some point in time and shower and sleep right?" Jo said, making Sam jump.

"I will when Dean wakes up and I can take care of him." Sam replied stubbornly.

"How can you take care of him when you aren't even taking care of yourself? Besides if you don't I'll tell my mom and she will kick your ass into it." Jo sassed back at him.

Sam rubbed his hand across his face and sighed. He knew Jo would tell Ellen, and he really didn't want Ellen on his ass.

"Fine watch him until I'm done?" Sam asked.

Jo nodded and he reluctantly left. He quickly grabbed some clothes and nearly sprinted to the bathroom. As soon as he shut the door he stripped out of his clothes and stepped into the shower. He yelped as the water alternated from ice cold to scalding hot. He carefully turned it down to the perfect temp and sighed in relief. It felt so good on his sore back. This was exactly what he needed, despite how forced it was. After a few minutes he scrubbed down and quickly dried off. He then quickly shaved and brushed his teeth before throwing his clothes into his bedroom.

Ellen and Bobby looked up quickly as they watched Sam speed down the stairs and nearly topple over in the chair with his haste to get down.

"What the hell? You have hell hounds on your ass or something boy?" Bobby asked with his eyebrows raised.

"Sorry Bobby, I guess I'm just worried about Dean." Sam replied sheepishly.

He saw Ellen smile and shake her head.

"I wouldn't try eating that fast, if I were you. Now just relax, eat your late breakfast, and then tend to Dean. Regardless of whether you want him to or not he's getting up, being fed and cleaned." Ellen explained to Sam.

"Make sure he eats all of it. John only fed him enough to keep him alive. Also figure out when Dean turns 21." Bobby entered the conversation.

"Um…Why?" Sam asked confused.

"On his 21st birthday he will be changed." Booby said sternly.

"Explain Bobby. Here Sam. I'll make some oatmeal, and put a little bit of brown sugar and butter in it for him." Ellen said, handing him and Bobby a plate full of pancake, bacon and eggs.

Sam started wolfing his breakfast down waiting for Bobby to explain. Bobby took a sip of coffee and a bite of bacon before he started to explain.

"When Dean was six or seven month's old, and old demon, I mean like over 2,000 years old and an angel got into a fight in Dean's nursery. When Mary tried to intervene and she um well exploded. When John got there he froze at what he was seeing. Dean had blood around his mouth and two people fighting at impossible speed. Then the house started on fire and John grabbed Dean and got out of the house. Then in another entry, Dean is two and John finds out those angels and demons are fighting a side war and they are trying to make soldiers to help them out. So like you, at age 21 he will change and we will know if he has angel blood or demon blood. The beatings and treating him like a monster started then too. It's just disgusting reading the rest of this journal." Bobby finished, then started piling food in his mouth.

"Hope it's not demon blood like me." Sam replied. "He doesn't need to become dark and start to turn evil."

Suddenly a wooden spoon smacked him on the back of the head. He yelped and rubbed his head looking innocently at Ellen; who was glowering over him.

"Don't you dare say that Samuel Singer. I will cut your hair impossibly short until you get it through your head." She threatened.

Sam's eyes widened. "I'm sorry Ellen. Won't happen again." He apologized.

He just nodded and ate his breakfast slowly after getting a twin warning glare from both Ellen and Bobby.

After what seemed to be forever he finished his meal and went to get up, before Ellen stopped him.

"Here's a bowl of oatmeal for him. It should be bland enough to not set off any taste buds, if you need any help at all, just call down." Ellen said handing him the bowl of oatmeal and a spoon.

Sam grabbed and walked carefully up the stairs as to not spilling the steaming oatmeal all over his hands. He reached the room and nodded thanks to Jo, who wisely disappeared. He set down the bowl and went over to Dean. Dean's face was scrunched up with fear and his breath was choppy. A pang went through Sam's heart. He couldn't have any peace in his dreams either. Sam tapped Dean and Dean jerked awake gasping. Sam grabbed his shoulders gently to keep him from tumbling out of bed.

"Hey relax it's me Sam. I just need you up right now so you can eat and we can clean you up. Alright?" Sam asks cautiously.

"I'm not hungry Sam. Just take it back." Dean declared.

Sam hid back a smile as Dean's stomach protested loudly at the idea. "Dean, what's the real reason?" He asked gently.

"Honestly?" Sam nodded. "I'm scared to eat and I can't seem to grip on the spoon, plus I can't even see where my bowl is, and this is just embarrassing." Dean admitted, tears starting to prick his eyes.

Dean rubbed his eyes irritated. He then ran his hand through his hair roughly. Sam grabbed Dean's hands and held them by his lap gently.

"Why?"

"I'm too nervous to eat because John and I'm not- erm, uh used to eating. Especially since the fear demons. I don't think I even ate then." Dean confessed.

"I'll help if you don't mind. It's no problem to me." Sam said.

Dean nodded blushing. Sam grabbed the spoon and brought the spoon of oatmeal to Dean's mouth. Dean opened it unsure, his lips trembling. As Sam pushed it into his mouth Dean took it and swallowed it quickly. He moaned at the taste. Sam laughed.

"By the way, when do you turn 21?" Sam asked.

"Um, January 24, I think it's in a couple days last time I checked" Dean replied.

"Alright. As soon as we're done, we can get you cleaned up." Sam said, he didn't even want to think about how Dean responded to that last comment.

"Hey Sammy?" Dean said breaking through the silence.

"Yeah Dean?"

"Thank you for helping me. It means a lot." Dean said with his cheeks slightly pink.

"It's no problem at all Dean." He replied with a small smile on his face.

Soon after breakfast was over and Sam helped Dean to his feet. As soon as Dean regained his balance Sam told him to stay there while he quickly grabbed clothes. He then guided Dean to the bathroom and started the shower. Dean grew increasingly uncomfortable as Sam helped him take off his clothes. Sam winced as he saw Dean flinch when Sam helped him get into the shower. Sam was grateful it was more or less uneventful.

-Jan 24 (Still Sam's POV) Woo this is longer than planned-

Sam fiddled with his thumbs. Dean turns 21 in about… One hour. Dean had been sweating with fever of 104.6, and was shivering violently. Dean wouldn't let anyone touch him or try to help cool him off. Right now he was sleeping restlessly. Sam was in the room with him, but at the far opposite. Dean doesn't want him closer. Sam grit his teeth at that. Dean shouldn't have to suffer alone. Bobby and Ellen were waiting outside the door and Jo was waiting against the wall. They were all nervous.

Time seemed to stretch on forever. Sam looked at his watch, 5 minutes to go. Suddenly Dean's eyes flashed opened, pure white. Sam shot up and against the wall.

"S'mmy, help me. I can't deal with it. Hurts.. so much." Dean whimpered.

Sam couldn't ignore the desperation , fear and pain in Dean's voice. He swallowed hard and moved by went by him and wrapped him in almost like a big bear hug, trying to soothe him. It seemed like dean was trying to wrap into a ball around him. Dean wrapped his arms around Sam's shoulder and hid is face in Sam's neck and shoulder, like a shy or frightened toddler would. Sam could feel the hot air hitting him, Dean was panting.

Suddenly Dean went rigid and white light stated glowing around him. Sam stared fascinated until he felt hot pain.

-Bobby's POV-

He ran into the room hearing Sam's painful yelp. But he took one look and stood shocked. Sam and Dean were curled around each other, their hands clasped tightly together. White light glowed around him. Then something amazing happened. On Dean's back and on Sam's left side, Red wings started etching into their backs. Bobby didn't know if they were yelling or screaming, he was enchanted. Then Sam, his son's eye's flashed and they turned into A light shade of black almost gray. He looked at Dean and saw that Dean's eyes flashed red and back to his green. Then the light disappeared almost immediately and both boys were passed out. Bobby whipped out his phone.

"Hey, you need to come down to my place immediately. Something- well unnatural has happened." Bobby paused. 'Three days? Okay, got it. Yes mam, got it. See you then."

Bobby hung up the phone. He ws going to have to get his good whiskey out.

-(Sam's POV)**Two days later** -

Sam was agitated. He ran his hand through his hair aggressively. Dean was so withdrawn and nervous, the slightest noise made him jump. Sam had a hard time getting him to eat or do anything without ordering him to. Sam didn't want to go there. Besides what aggravated Sam the most was he Couldn't hug Dean or kiss his cheek or temple. It made Dean tremble violently with fear. Sam wanted to kill John more than anything. Sam felt his eyes flash. He shook his head quickly trying to clear his mend. His teeth ran across his mouth and he felt his slightly pointed canines. Sam still couldn't get used to them. That or how he could see or hear better.

Sam frowned as he heard a phone vibration come through the room.

'Who would be calling Dean now?' Sam wondered to himself. He snuck up by the room and opened the door carefully to hear the conversation.

"He, hello?" Dean answered timidly.

"Surprised you answered you piece of filth." John's voice echoed through the phone.

Sam clamped his teeth down in anger, trying to stop himself from hissing.

Dean slightly whimpered. "Leave me alo, alone sir. You do- don't own me anymore." Dean tried sounding confident on the phone, his voice slightly trembling.

Sam felt a surge of pride for Dean and having it crash immediately.

"That's what you think, you stupid arrogant little fuck? I'm going to slash your thr-" John got cut off.

Another deep male voice came through on the phone, it sounded almost gravely. Sam noticed Dean starting to tremble violently, almost dropping his phone.

"Jeff?" Dean's voice raised up a couple notches, almost like a screech.

"Hey there little monster. We are going to find you and give you what you deserve. Then we will kill you, painfully of course." Jeff laughed before hanging up the phone.

Dean looked horrified at the phone and chucked it at the wall. It shattered and the wall was left with a giant hole. Sam quickly walked in. Dean turned around horror on his face. He looked at the wall quickly and back at Sam. Sam was shocked when Dean was suddenly by his feet apologizing profusely and handed him a belt. Sam looked at the belt in confusion.

"Dean, What am I supposed to do with this?" Sam asked holding it out.

" Punish me. I know you heard me talking to my father, see me lose my temper and break a wall AND a phone." Then something dawned on Dean. "Unless you want to do a worse punishment. Oh god I'm sorry Sam for just assuming. I'll make it up. I will be a good…monster, freak, or whatever. Just please don't abandon me." Dean pleaded, tears leaking from his eyes as he looked anywhere but Sam's eyes.

Sam sighed in anger, then mentally slapped himself as Dean winced. Dean was cowering at his feet. Sam gently lifted Dean's head to look at Dean.

"What if I don't want to punish you?" He asked softly.

Dean's eyes widened. "You have to. I have to learn my lesson." Dean cried out panicked.

Sam shook his head no. "You don't need to be punished."

Sam watched horror as Dean quickly moved to the bed and yanked something out under his pillow. It was a hunting knife. Sam moved quickly when he saw Dean make a large cut down his arm. Sam slammed him into the wall hard and pinned him there before Dean could make another cut. Sam's eyes darkened as the demon side kicked in. Rage consumed him.

"Damnit Dean! I told you fucking no." Sam growled pushing Dean into the wall harder.

Dean whimpered in pain and fear and it hit Sam. He gasped and almost stumbled away.

"You did that on purpose! Just so I could punish you? And I was dumb enough to fall for it." Sam yelled, without thinking.

Dean flinched and nodded quickly. "I'm so sorry Sam, I panicked. I know I'm wrong and disgusting. I'm just so used to it I need it. Sam ple-" Dean bawled loudly.

"Dean, be quiet. You want to be punished fine." Sam said irritated. "Bobby bring up a chair and rope please" Sam called down.

Bobby came upstairs confused. Sam didn't blame him. His eyes weren't the normal hazel and he had Dean shoved against the wall. Dean, who was shaking uncontrollably and blood leaking down his arm. Bobby sat the chair down and left silently but not before giving Sam a stern look that said "you better be able to explain this." Sam grabbed Dean and picked him up and put him on the chair gently. He then tied Dean's uninjured wrist and his legs to the chair. He grabbed the stitching kit and started fixing up Dean's arm.

"I'm sorry I got mad and I shoved you against the wall. You scare me man. You also show me that it's going to be even harder to break your dad's training. Listen Dean. This is going to be hard to hear. Your dad and…. Jeff were wrong to treat you like that. There is no way in hell that it was even close to right. You are not a monster. They are. They are the ones that should be humiliated and killed, not you. But you want punishment, fine. You stay in this chair and look straight at the corner until you pass out. Got it?" Sam asked.

Dean nodded numbly. Sam carefully tied his other arm down and made him face the corner. He just hoped that Dean would be passed out as he explained it to Bobby.

-two hours later and still in Sam's POV-

Sam sat on the chair by the bed as Dean started to wake up.

They stared at each other for a couple minutes before Dean spoke up.

"Can I say something, honestly?" He said in a quiet voice.

Sam nodded and slightly tensed. He had no idea what Dean was going to say.

"I'm sorry, I really am. It's just well you know. And now that I'm not exactly human things are a bit scrambled up. But I realized something while I was being punished. I did that because I'm terrified. Don't freak out on please I just think I need you to know this. Sam, I know it might seem way too soon and not right but… I love you Sam with all my heart. It scared me because it's not a emotion I'm familiar with. I'm more familiar with hatred because I hate my dad. I really do. But you I feel safe and…happy. It's just new is all." Dean said in a quiet voice, as he stumbled over words, looking down at his jumpy hands.

-End of chapter-

Don't leave yet, explanation in order. First of all, yes Dean can see since he changed, yes the plot is thickening, more into Dean's and Sam's past is coming up in next two chapters. And no I'm not healing Dean mentally right away. He can't heal that fast and besides it affects Sam too. (Poor Sam getting the shock of his life and being all confused about poor Deanie here). Anyway I need to stop because I have another billionth dr appt tomorrow and should have been sleeping hours ago. I think I need to practice writing more, but you guys tell me what you think? Pleeeeease?