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Supernatural belongs to the CW. I only own the plot. And John found about what happened to Lyle through his research.

Sam looked at Dean. What should they tell him? How did they explain about his telekinesis?

"Uh, well---um---Dean?" the younger hunter turned to his brother.

"Don't look at your brother, Sammy. I want an explanation from you," John stated firmly.

"No," Sam responded.

"Excuse me?" John questioned. He couldn't believe it. One of his sons displayed supernatural abilities and wasn't even going to explain how it had happened?

"I said 'No'. You haven't earned an explanation," Sam responded. With that, he began to pass him. John grabbed Sam's arm.

"You're not leaving here," he told him.

"So, what? You're gonna hit me again?" Sam asked. He scoffed. "I guess you and Uncle Lyle are more alike than I thought," he continued, yanking out of the man's grasp.

"Now, hold on, Sammy. That's not fair," Dean interjected. Sam turned to him.

"You're defending him? After what he did?" he questioned.

"He never knew! You know that as well as me!" the older hunter reminded him.

"How could he have not known?" Sam wondered. He turned to his father. "How could you not know? It was always right there in front of you! How could you be so blind?" he asked, his voice breaking.

"Sammy, wha---what are you talking about?" John asked in concern. Sam panted. He---he had to let Dad know, but---how could he do this to him? Dean stared at Sam in shock. Was he really going to tell Dad? What would he say? Unbidden, a memory came back.

"I'll tell Dad. I'll tell him all about this," eight-year Dean threatened.

"Go ahead, Deanie," Lyle said. "I'm sure Sammy often gets scared at night," he continued.

"Dean?" John's voice brought the older brother out of his trance.

"Yes, Sir?" he queried.

"What's going on?" the man demanded.

"It's, uh---it's about Uncle Lyle," Dean said with some difficulty.

"What about him? I mean, other than the fact that he died in a mysterious fire which was obviously set by the demon?" John wondered. The brothers looked at each other at their father's harsh tone. "Did you boys really think I wouldn't find out that you had done a job for Karen and Lyle and that you let him die?" he continued.

"I don't care!" Dean shouted. "I'm glad he's dead!" he told his father.

"You had a chance to destroy the damn thing and you didn't act on it!" John accused.

"I'm sorry we didn't destroy the freak when we had a chance, but after what Uncle Lyle did to us, I'm glad it took him!" Sam shouted, as tears began to fall.

"What is that supposed to mean?" John demanded.

"Now that Uncle Lyle's dead, I don't have to worry about going back there and being raped!" Sam yelled. His breathing hitched and Dean swallowed the lump in his throat. Aw, Sammy, he thought to himself. John froze. Wha---what did Sammy just say? he wondered. He couldn't have heard right.

"Wha---what did you just say, Sammy?" John questioned, hoping that he'd say something else.

"He raped me. Every time you left me with him. So don't you dare lecture me about responsibility or family!" Sam shouted. He turned around and swiped his eyes. Dean made a small noise, trying to control his emotions. Hearing the slight hitch, John turned around.

"Dean?" he questioned.

"I'm sorry, Dad. I'm sorry I didn't protect him," Dean said softly. With a shaky sigh, Sam sat on the bed and began to cry. Dean walked over to Sam and put a hand on his shoulder. John watched the scene, unsure of what to say. Lyle had hurt Sammy? Had he hurt Dean too? Dean caught John's eye, but quickly looked away. He couldn't look at his boys. He just couldn't. Not after learning this. Not after learning that he had failed them.