There You'll Be
It was months later, and Dean was pleased with how far his brother had come. He knew it'd take months more, maybe even years for Sam to be back to 100% but as they walked down the sidewalk in the park he knew that things were shaping up. It'd been rough for awhile, with Sam having relapses about contact from anyone outside of him and well Bobby. Currently Sam was talking animatedly to Castiel, who looked rather bored if you were to ask Dean. Dean still hadn't forgiven their angel friend for his betrayal of his trust, for causing in a round about way the pain that Sam went through. Really he considered it torture. He still remembered the day that Sam told him what happened, how he'd wanted to kill everyone. No not the day he admitted to being raped, but the day two months later that Sam went into detail the years he suffered at the hands of Lucas.
"Dean?" Came the quiet voice of his brother from the spot next to him. They were currently laying in bed, Sam having had another bad day where he refused to get out of the bed and Dean was there to comfort him "Yea?" Dean asked, glancing down at his brother sleepily. He was after all half asleep for gods sake. "I...I...can I talk to you about what happened...then?" Sam asked sheepishly. Dean tensed at this, and closed his eyes for several minutes before he replied in a strained voice "Anytime Sammy." He even made sure to pull his little brother closer "But only if you're sure you want to..." "I do." Sam whispered, clinging to his brother as well. It was quiet for several minutes, the only sound in the room was their breathing and the annoying 'drip...drip...drip' from the bathroom sink. Something Dean suddenly remembered he had to fix, before it drove him insane. "Well..." Sam began and paused to take a deep breath...
It was nearly midnight and Sam was scurrying to finish cleaning the kitchen. Lucas would be home from work any minute, and he knew that if the kitchen wasn't spotless there would be hell to pay. Sam briefly wondered when he'd gone from the hunter that demons feared, to being terrified of a single human being. There were already fresh bruises around his wrists, and a black eye from the night before when he'd smarted off to Lucas and then refused to have sex with his boyfriend. The sound of a key in the lock, slow it seemed to Sam as the doorknob twisted and the door slowly opened to reveal a exhausted Lucas. Sam dropped the rag from his hand into the kitchen sink and scurried over to where Lucas collapsed on the couch. Dropping to his knees Sam began to unlace his boyfriends boots and pull them off, and then his socks. Lucas glared down at the green eyed man before him "That kitchen better be clean bitch, and dinner ready or else." He snarled out and Sam cringed. "It is...babe." It'd become hard for Sam to use terms of endearment towards this man. This wasn't the man he had fallen in love with.
"I'll be the judge of that." Lucas sneered as he shoved Sam down onto the floor before he stood and headed towards the kitchen. Sam knew it wouldn't be good enough, it never was good enough. He clenched his eyes closed, and curled into the fetal position seconds before the scolding hot pan with lasagna came crashing into his side causing him to scream out and scramble up onto his hands and knees as he tried to move out of the line of fire. "You call that cooked?" Lucas snarled as he reached down grabbing Sam by the hair and jerking back, causing Sams head to crane backwards until it was painful. "Y..Yes!" Sam whimpered, fighting back the tears as his flesh stung. Lucas twisted his fingers and pulled back further "Really? Would Dean consider that a fit meal?" He whispered causing Sam to cringe. He wisely kept quiet, and Lucas sneered as he shoved Sams head down as he kicked him in the stomach causing Sam to roll onto his back and curl in on himself. "Now, as for the kitchen you're going to go in there and clean it from roof to floor over and over again until I say its cleaned. Is that understood whore? Or do I need to make a phone call?" Sam nodded and shook his head at the same time. A kick to his side caused him to gasp "Answer me!" Lucas snarled. "I understand!" Sam gasped out. Lucas smirked "Well, get to." Sam nodded and slowly rolled over, getting on his hands and knees and went to stand but he was covered by Lucas who pressed his dick into Sams covered ass. "Crawl into the kitchen my little bitch. You'll be taking care of my little problem later." Sam gulped and slowly and painfully crawled into the kitchen.
Dean was furious he was about to get out of that bed and kill someone, anyone since Lucas was already dead. As he jerked back the covers and moved to get up the only thing that stopped him was the hand on his arm that came with a whimper. Turning his head he caught sight of his brother, sobbing silently. Deans heart broke then, and swallowed down his anger to instead comfort his brother. "I'll never let you go through that again." He swore, and he was dead serious. He was never letting go of Sam again, and if his brother left he'd track him down and kick his ass.
"De...De...DEAN!" Dean jerked and glanced around before landing on the concerned face of his brother, noticing for the first time the hands on his shoulders and the disapproving look coming from Castiel just over Sams shoulder. Dean glared at Castiel who rolled his eyes and turned to continue on ahead of them. "Are you okay?" Sam asked quietly, his green eyes searching Deans hazel ones. "Yea Sammy, I'm fine...Just thinkin is all." "Did it hurt?" Sam asked smirking – barely there – and raising a brow. "Smartass." Dean growled as he lunged forward grabbing Sam in a headlock. "HEY! NO! DE NO!" Sam laughed and tried to jerk free while Dean gave him a noggie. Dean was laughing as well, and after they struggled for a few minutes he released his hold. "DEAN!" Sam growled before he lunged and Dean dodged, taking off down the sidewalk laughing as he ran. "Gotta catch me first Sammy!" He hollered back and saw Castiel chuckle and smirk when Sam charged after him.
Castiel knew that the boys weren't healed from the ordeal with Lucas, and that Dean may never truly forgive him for not telling him when it first started. But as he watched then goofing off ahead of him, he couldn't help but smile because he knew that with Deans help, Sam would make a full recovery.
A/N: THE END! I might make a sequel, depends on if I get enough reviews. So what'd ya'll think of it? I'll be working on the sequel to Forever United soonish, so check out that fanfic if you havent already.