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Warnings: Mentions of abuse (what the ped did to Dean) and language.

Disclaimer: This story would be a real episode if I owned anything.

I'm the Big Brother Now

Chapter 4: Forgetting

Sam's POV

"Sam! Ya can't just go kill a man! He's human!" Bobby ran after me as I tried to go and murder the jackass who had the nerve to even think about my kid that way.

Without stopping I called over my shoulder, "Don't you dare tell me that I can't go after the man that did this! You don't get it Bobby! He cannot be allowed to stay alive!" Suddenly I dropped to the ground and started to bawl.

I felt Bobby kneel down next to me, but I didn't want to look at him. "Come on boy. You said that I don't get it, well tell me what I'm missing. Cas said that the bastard didn't…" he trailed off. I didn't need him to finish his sentence though; I already knew what he was going to say.

After taking a deep breath and composing myself, I told him what Dean said and showed me.

FLASHBACK:

"Oh my God…" I whispered. Louder, I said, "What did he do?"

Dean looked at me then down at his torso. Dropping his shirt, he said, "When we gotted to da pwace whewe he tooked me, he tieded wopes on my awms and wegs," at that, he stopped to show me the horrible burns on his wrists and ankles. Anyone could tell that he had pulled against the ropes with everything he had, but it tore up his skin in the process.

"Aftew dat, he twied to take my pants off, but when he satted down to do it, I's spitted in his icky face. I not fink he wiked dat vewy much 'cause he stood up and tooked off his bewt. I fought dat he was gonna take off his pants, but he's didn't do dat…He, uh, he dwopped da bewt and puwwed my shiwt off… D-den h-h-he-" Dean stopped talking and pulled his knees to his chest without actually touching it. Must be pretty tender, I thought. My heart shattered into a million pieces when I heard him whisper, "Daddy nots wet nasty man gets me adain… Cassie saved me… No mowe hitting… No mowe ouchies…"

Eventually he managed to get control of himself, "He picked up da bewt adain. He said dat onwy bad boys spit and dat bad boys get pushned." Punished, I thought to myself. "He hitted me wif da medaw piece; it cutted and bwuised and stinged. He said dat if I said you would save me, dat he would getted you Daddy. He said dat he would get you and huwt you too. I's not wanted you to get huwted, so I wisened and towd him dat you wewe a wier and a meanie, but I nots weally bewieved it. Den Cassie found me, and taked me home."

By then, my eyes were so full of tears that I couldn't make out shapes because they were too blurry. I attempted to say something, but the words caught in my throat. Instead I just pulled him close and held him like that until Cas came in to heal his torso. While he was doing that, I ran to the front door and out into the Impala. I was a father on a mission; nothing could stop me.

END FLASHBACK:

Bobby didn't say anything. I looked up at him and saw something that surprised me; Bobby was crying.

"Now you understand why I can't just let this monster live. Besides, as soon as someone does something like this, they are no longer human. They are a monster," I stated.

It took a few moments, but Bobby eventually stood up and helped me do the same. "Listen boy, I know how you feel. I want to tie up the guy and show him what he did Dean was a horrible mistake, but I also know that Dean needs us and killing the bastard won't help the kid." Somehow, the older man managed to get me to realize that my son needed me.

Standing up, we walked back to the house. When we got to the door, Castiel was holding a shaking Dean. I swiftly reached over and took the child into my arms. "Shhh, it's okay. I'm here. I'm here…I'll always be here."

Dean relaxed slightly and started to sob again, "Daddy! Dat meanie gonna gets me adain! He's gonna huwt you Daddy!" He clutched tighter to material of my shirt in his fists.

Cas looked at me with an expressionless face and said, "Sam, I must discuss something with you… Alone would be preferable."

Reluctantly, I handed Dean to Bobby. "Don't worry buddy, I'll be right back."

I led Cas over into the kitchen while Bobby carried Dean into the living room. "I see that Dean cries when he remembers what the man did to him. I would not normally suggest this, but I could take that memory away. It won't be painful for him, and I believe that a child should remain innocent until they take that away. Not until someone else takes it away for them."

"I-I… Please Cas. I don 't want to see him this way!" I could feel tears pricking at the backs of my eyes. Castiel nodded and stood up. He turned to leave, and I followed him.

When we got into the living room, Dean lurched off the couch and ran to me. He made grabby hands at me, so I leaned down and picked him up. I turned to Cas and nodded. The angel came over to Dean and placed his fingers on the three year-old's forehead. Dean slumped forward into my arms.

"What did you do!? You said it wouldn't hurt him!" I screamed at Cas.

"Calm down. He is only sleeping. He will wake in the morning. Now I must go." The angel disappeared with a flutter of wings.

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