I'd Die For You

Dean woke several hours later to the sun raising over the horizon. Confused as to when, and where he'd fallen asleep he tried to sit up only to be held down by a warm weight that was pressed on top of him. Glancing down he was greeted with a shaggy brown mop. His brows furrowed as he racked his brain for what happened the night before. Oh...OH That was right. Sammy asked me to come, he sounded upset. Glancing down at the mop of hair he lifted one of his hands and ran it through the hair, Sams hair. "Sammy." He called as his fingers ran through Sams hair. Sam groaned and nuzzled into his chest, his grip tightening on Deans shirt. Dean of course smirked at this, he always was hard to wake up if he didn't wanna get up. Of course this was the total opposite of if he wanted to be up, then he was hell.

With his smirk in place, he quit running his fingers through Sams hair, and instead shifted his brother off of him before tucking the covers around him once he was safely out of the bed. Shaking his head, he frowned at the bruises that littered Sams arms and legs, he didn't want to imagine what had happened or how his body actually looked. Anger flowed through him, when he looked at Sams right arm and noticed it was swollen and black and blue...it didn't look good. He had to force himself to swallow down the bile, and anger as his hands scrubbed at his face. He'd kill whatever did this to Sam. Visibly shaking he headed out to the Impala, grabbed his duffle and walked back in to shower and change. He so needed to take a walk, cool off before he woke Sam and demanded to know what happened to him.

Thirty minutes later he exited the bathroom cleaned and changed, and tossing the dirty clothes next to his duffle he grabbed the motel notepad and wrote a note.

'Sam,

Went to get us breakfast. If you wake while I'm gone I'll be back. Don't do anything stupid

Dean'

Glancing at the note he shrugged, wasn't mushy but it was totally him. Putting it on the nightstand he walked out of the room and slid into the Impalas front seat. Now to just find some place for breakfast... Shaking his head he started the impala and headed out of the parking lot. It didn't take long before he came upon a small diner, smirking to himself Dean pulled into the parking lot and got out, stuffing his phone into his pocket before heading inside. Upon entry he noticed that the diner seemed to be just the same as every other small town diner he'd seen in his life. This for some reason made a smirk to spread across his lips as he moved up to the counter and sat down on one of the stools, choosing it over the booths. "Hey sugar, what can I do ya for?" The waitress asked, appearing before him with a notepad. "Yea. I'll have one sausage egg biscuit, one Caesar salad, and two orange juices and two hash browns to go." Dean replied, offering her a blinding smile. She blushed and jotted down what he said before turning and putting it on the spinny thing the other orders were on. Dean never did figure out what that thing was called, but most diners had one.

While he waited, he couldn't help but turn around and lean back against the counter, hazel eyes drifting over the diner. There was a horrible flower wall paper on the walls, bordered with cheap wood and mahogany cushioned booths. Shaking his head he allowed a sigh to escape pursed lips, afraid of what had shaken Sam so much that he'd begged him to talk to him while he'd driven. It had been so long since Sam had done that, to be honest it kind of spooked him. "Here ya go sweetie." A voice said, causing Dean to look behind him. "Thanks." He said, paying for the food and grabbing the bag before sliding off the stool and heading back to his Impala. The drive back to the motel was short, but he found himself feeling relieved when he slipped in and caught the sight of his brother still asleep on the bed. Smiling he put the bag on the table, before moving towards the bed and grabbing the note crinkled it and shoved it in his pocket. One hand was placed on Sams shoulder and he shook him gently. "Sammy, wake up." The reaction however, was not one he was expecting. Sam lurched away from him and curled up, cowering against the wall. "I'm sorry Lucas! I'll be good!" Sam cried, his eyes clenched shut and fingers digging into his broken arm. Dean stood stunned, before shaking himself out of it and approaching slowly. "Shh. Sammy, its me. It's Dean." He said softly, squatting next to the bed. The reaction this time was slow. "No...no De would never save me...he'd think me sick...I deserve it...Bad...dirty." Sam mumbled before glancing up, green eyes meeting hazel. "De?" Sam whispered, blinking at the sight. Deans heart was breaking with each word, tears welling up in his eyes. "I'm here Sammy. Nothings gonna hurt you." Dean promised, slowly extending his hand. "De...DE!" Sam launched himself at Dean, tackling him to the floor and sobbing into his chest. Dean gasped as Sam landed on top of him, but wrapped his arms around Sam and began to rub circles.

"Thats it. Shh It's alright Sammy." Dean whispered, used to playing the protector and at times that meant comforting his over-sized brother. Sams hands clenched around the fabric of Deans shirt, his head lifting slowly. "De...My arm...hurts." Sam whispered, looking sheepish for tackling his brother to the ground. Dean chuckled and they both sat up, leaning against the bed. "Let me see it." Dean replied, holding out his hand. Sam obediently held out his arm, wincing when Dean grabbed it lightly. "It looks bad...hospital bad Sammy." Dean knew he kept calling Sam Sammy, but it was his way of showing affection. He wasn't the type of brother to get all huggy, or touchy feely. Sammy however, was HIS nickname for his brother. "No...I can't...they'll know, you'll know." Sam shook his head, tears welling up again. Dean reacted quickly, kneeling in front of his brother and gently grasping his face. "Look at me Sammy." Sam shook his head. "Sammy, look at me." Dean repeated in a sterner tone. Sam flinched and looked up, staring into Deans eyes. "Nothing, and I mean nothing will ever make me stop loving you. Your my baby brother. You're stuck with me, face it."

Sam smirked at this "Promise?" It came out quiet, meek. "Dude, I changed your diapers for YEARS. Some of the things you left in them would have made even the bravest man turn tail and run. I'm still here aren't I?" Dean asked, brushing hair from Sams face. Sam nodded, looking down. "I'd die for you. So yes, I promise. If you tell anyone we had this conversation though.." He trailed off, jokingly. Sam smirked, just barely but it was there. "Thanks Dean." Dean nodded and went to stand "We should probably get your arm tended to dude." He said, holding his hand out to help Sam up from the floor. Sam hesitated for a minute before accepting the hand, and fluidly standing from the ground. "It'll be fine." Dean assured him, however Sam began to shake and sat heavily on the bed. "De...please no." Dean sighed, watching as his brothers shaking got worse. "Shhh alright. I'll ask Cas if he can fix you up. If he won't though, we're going to the hospital. Alright?" Dean asked, trying to catch Sams gaze. Sam nodded slowly "Alright." He remembered Castiel, and honestly couldn't remember why he didn't call out to him instead. Sighing he laid back on the bed, closing his eyes tightly.

Dean walked outside and around the corner from the room. "Cas? You there? Please man I need you're help." The flutter of wings behind him caused him to turn around and gasp. After all they'd been through the angel still hadn't figured out the whole concept of personal space. "What do you need help with, Dean?" Castiel asked as Dean took a step back from the angel. "Something happened to Sam..." "So you found Samuel then?" Dean glared slightly at the angel for cutting him off. "Yes. Anyways Something happened to him. I don't know what, but Missouri said something happened and then I saw that Sam called and I called back...Cas his arm...its broken and horrible looking and he has this limp and when I tried to wake him up he freaked out, said 'I'm sorry Lucas I'll be good!' Please...help him?"

A pained expression crossed Castiels face, before returning to its emotionless state. "You know what happened to him." Dean accused. "I do, but it is his to tell if he wishes you to know." Dean growled and stalked forward, slamming the Angel against the wall. "You know! You were watching him, you knew where he was and you didn't tell me?" Castiel didn't react when he was slammed against the wall, but simply stared into Deans anger filled eyes. "It was his wish to leave. He asked me not to tell you." Was the calm response. "So? You didn't tell me and now he's hurt, and scared and he was alone..." Dean trailed off, slamming the angel against the wall once more. "You're going to fix his wounds. Wounds he wouldn't have if you'd TOLD ME WHERE HE WAS!" Dean continued, his teeth clenched and bared.

Castiel shrugged Deans grasp off of his trench coat and pushed him backward. "You should remember whom you speak to, Dean. I am not some human you can order around." Castiel replied, in a deadly calm voice. Shrugging off the wall he stepped towards Dean "I will heal Sam, because he is my friend as are you. But you will do well to remember that I do not answer to you." He then turned and headed into the motel room, followed by Dean. To say Sam was shocked to see Castiel was a understatement, and though he shrank back from his friend he offered a sheepish smile. "Relax Samuel, I'm just here to help you." Castiel said as he moved towards the bed, and slowly picked up Sams arm. A rare frown crossed Castiels face as he placed his hands over the broken and bruised arm. Closing his eyes he took a deep breath "This might hurt a little." He said before his hands began to glow and Sam tensed, biting his bottom lip. He could feel the bone resetting and mending. It felt like forever, but was really a few minutes before Castiel released his arm and Sam pulled it against his chest. "Are you injured anywhere else?" Castiel asked, his bright blue eyes locked with Sams, willing him to tell the truth. When Sam shook his head, Castiel sighed but let it go.

Dean moved forward then, standing next to Castiel. "Sam?" He asked, unsure if his brother was okay. He doubted that Castiel lied when he said that setting the arm might hurt. "M'fine." Sam replied, curling in on himself. Dean glanced towards Castiel and the angel nodded, before disappearing. Sam visibly relaxed after that, and Dean sat at the end of the bed. "Sammy, please...what happened?" He pleaded, reaching a hand out for Sam knowing Sam would need comfort if he was going to tell. Sam shook his head "I can't you'd hate me..." Sam whispered, but moved closer to his brother. "No I won't. Sammy please." Sam scooted to sit next to Dean, looking at the bed as he spoke softly, so soft that Dean almost missed it. "It was four months after I left...I got a job at a run down bar, washing dishes or serving drinks. He came in one night, and seemed so sweet. I should have known it was to good to be true..." Dean saw the shaky breath, and tears welling in Sams eyes. Reaching out he grabbed his brother and pulled him against his side, wrapping one arm around him. "You can stop if you want." He promised, he wasn't going to push.

Sam shook his head, sucking in a deep breath. "We went out on a few dates, and up until I agreed to move in with him he was perfect, sweet and caring. Then he changed...it started...out small..." Sam paused, gripping the comforter. "He'd get possessive, controlling over stupid things. The first time...the first time he punched me I just shrugged it off as him being drunk...I shouldn't have pissed him off..." By now tears were streaming down his face and his voice hitched. Dean began to rub circles in Sams back, trying to soothe him. "Is that all he did, hit you?" God how Dean wished it was. However those wishes were crushed when Sam shook his head. "Sammy he didn't...you know...did he?" Dean whispered, brushing the tears from Sams face. Sam nodded and let out a sobbed "De" Before burying his face in Deans chest. "Shhh Its okay. I shouldn't have asked. I'm sorry Sammy. I'll make him pay, I promise." Deans arms had wrapped around Sam, and he fell back on the bed bringing Sam down with him. He just laid there, rubbing circles in Sams back while Sam sobbed into his chest. Oh yes, he'd make that fucker pay. He would pay dearly, or with his life.

A/n: Alright. Ya'll convinced me to continue this. Also I want to see Lucas get his, because I love Sam. So what ya'll think of this chapter? R&R? Next chapter will be up ASAP.