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Here's chapter three! I'm kinda uncertain about the way I'm doing things so drop a line if it's too confusing or anything...
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Bobby unlocked the door with the spare key and let himself in. He wrinkled his nose at the slightly bitter smell permeating through the apartment. He made his way to the bedroom where the Winchester brothers most likely were.
Dean was bent over, kneeling on the floor. He had a rag towel and was wiping the floor. Sam was kneeled behind him, clutching the back of Dean's shirt, his head turned to the side and resting just below the nape of his brother's neck.
"Boys?"
Dean looked up with a blank gaze while Sam remained the same. "He had another accident," Dean said dully.
Bobby nodded and knelled in front of the brothers. He took the yellowing towel from him and said, "Go clean your brother off. I'll finish cleaning here."
Dean nodded and turned around. Sam sat up as his brother moved and Bobby saw the darkened crotch of the younger man's sweat pants. "De?"
"C'mon, Sam. Let's get ya cleaned up." Helping him to his feet and ignoring the small whimpers of pain, Dean led him to the bathroom. He slipped Sam's clothes off and settled him into the bathtub. Making sure the water was moderate temperature, he plugged the drain and allowed the tub to fill up. Sam remained unmoving and non-reacting to the water as it raised up around him. Dean turned off the water when it reached just past Sam's waist and grabbed a wash cloth. He started to wipe the offending area, causing Sam's whimpers to increase in volume and his body to tremble. "Shh, Sammy…" Sam hated washing his brother. Even though it was all well-intentioned, he felt like he was somehow abusing his brother.
After Dean was done, he let the water go down the drain and wrapped a towel around his brother. Carefully, fully aware of the additional pain it cause him, Dean started to dry his brother off. In mid-dry, Sam suddenly flung himself at Dean, wrapping his boney arms around his neck and sobbing into his brother's shoulder. Dean returned the embrace, rubbing Sam's back comfortingly. "It's okay, Sammy… it's okay…" When Sam continued to sob with no reaction to Dean's words, Dean felt his own tears start to fall. "Please," Dean whispered under the echoing sobs. "Please…"
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Back in his restraints, Sam slept peacefully. At least for now. Dean sat by his bed, continuing to stare at his peaceful face long after Sam's breathing evened out. Bobby bit his lip, trying desperately to think of a way to prevent the brothers from finally falling apart emotionally. He sighed and walked up to the elder, placing a hand on his shoulder. Dean looked up at the old friend and said, "I don't know what to do… I… I can't keep living like this." Bobby was surprised, though not overly at the Dean's admission and the shining of tears in the boy's eyes. "I know this sounds selfish but… I want my brother back." He took a stuttered inhale as he wiped the tears out of his eyes. "I just wish Asmodeus never happened."
"You'll be okay, Dean. Both of you. Just give Sam time. He'll get better…"
Dean nodded. "Yeah, I know… God, It's only been a couple of weeks and I'm…"
"Dean. Those two weeks have been spent taking care of a brother who was tortured beyond human imagination. The mere fact that Sam is still alive and somewhat reactive to you is a miracle!" Bobby sighed. "You have good reason to feel helpless."
Dean shook his head. He firmly believed he should have more resilience to taking care of his brother, no matter how hard it may be.
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"You fucking prick!" John yelled as he shoved Sam against the wall.
"Dad, let me explain…!"
"'Let you explain!?' You're gonna fucking leave us!"
"Dad…!" Sam shook his head disbelievingly. He thought his father would be proud. He got a full ride to Sanford, for heaven's sake! Even though Sam could never match his brother when it came to hunting, he thought his father might be happy to have a son whom everyone else thought was brilliant.
Apparently not.
"You spent all this time fucking studying when you should have been training! You're a lousy shot as it is! Why the hell do you waste your time with this crap! It doesn't matter in our lives!"
Sam felt tears threatening to fall. Th-this is what I'm good at…! I didn't focus on training 'cause I knew I'd never be good enough in Dad's eyes. That's why I focused on school! So I could prove my worth!
It doesn't matter in our lives.
John spun his head around as the door opened as Dean walked in, his eyes big at the sight. "What the hell is going on?!"
John looked back at Sam, ignoring his eldest. "If you leave," he growled dangerously, "Then you never come back. Ya hear me? You leave and you don't have a family to return to."
Sam watched over his father's shoulder as Dean picked up the acceptance letter and realized what his father was yelling about.
"D-Dean, I…"
"Shut up, Sam!" John yelled. "Shut up and make your choice." John grabbed the letter from Dean and handed it to Sam. Sam looked at the letter then at his brother. Dean's face was blank. His own gaze flickered between the letter and Sam.
"D-Dean…?"
His brother seemed to think about it before saying, "Make your choice, Sammy."
Sam felt his world plummet as his brother gave him the ultimatum. Family or freedom. The tears almost overflowed as his pride and stubbornness took over and he turned his back and left. He started sobbed as he marched away from the motel, the impala, and his family.
FLASH
"Dean?"
Fourteen-year-old Dean sighed. "What?"
"Are you mad?"
"Duh, I'm mad!" Dean wanted to go to a party at his latest girlfriend's house, but John put a quick end to his plans when he informed his sons that he was going on a hunt and that they were to stay at the motel unless it was for school.
"Well…" Sam said hesitantly. "I can't go out with… my friends either…"
"Who're you kidding!? You don't have any friends!" Dean was pissed at their father and only had one target to take his anger out on. Unfortunately it blinded him from the emotional damage he was causing his baby brother.
Sam looked at his hands and shuffled his feet a little. "Well… at least we can hang out…"
"I don't really have a choice, now do I?"
"Dean? Are you mad at me?"
"Brilliant deduction, Holmes." Dean stood and flung his magazine he was reading down angrily as he retreated to his room. Truly perplexed, Sam followed. Dean was laying on his bed, holding a pillow over his face.
"Dean?" Sam whispered. "Why are you mad at me?"
Dean flung the pillow down and gave a frustrated sigh. "You know, why don't you just leave me alone?! God, you're so annoying!"
Sam's innate stubbornness kicked in. "Just tell me why you're mad and I'll leave you alone."
"Oh my god, Sam! Just freaking leave it!"
"NO!" Sam yelled angrily. "Just tell me…!"
"Because you're freaking here, goddammit!" Not thinking and purely annoyed and frustrated, cruel words poured from his mouth. "If you weren't here I wouldn't have to watch over your sorry ass! Hell, if you weren't born, I bet Mom would still be alive! So just leave me the hell alone!"
Sam's stomach clenched. Dean thinks I'm a burden! Just another chore to do! And he hates it! And he thinks I killed Mom! I mean, I know she died over my crib… did I kill Mom? Am I the reason our lives are this miserable? I'm I the reason Dean's life is so bad…?!
"'M sorry…" Sam mumbled, head bowed to hide his tears from his brother.
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Dean and Bobby jumped at Sam's sudden screams. He jerked and pulled at the restraints, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Sam!" Dean grabbed Sam's shoulders to stop him from thrashing against the restraints. "Bobby, take the restraints off before he hurts himself!"
Bobby quickly complied. As soon as the last restraint was off, Sam eyes snapped open. "DE!"
"It's okay, Sammy! It was just a nightmare…!"
"DE! DE, DE, DEEE!! NAHH! EEE!!" Sam's sobbing screams echoed loudly in the room, making Dean absolutely sure he was going to have premature hearing loss.
"Sam, calm down!" Dean wrapped himself around Sam's head and torso, holding him tightly and rocking him, desperately trying to get Sam to calm down. "Shh, Sammy… It's okay, it's okay…"
"AHH! Ahh…!"
"That's it, Sammy… just breathe…"
"Ssss…! Reeee!"
Dean furrowed his brow. "Sammy?"
"Reee… eeesss… sahh – ahhh!"
Dean cradled his brother's head to his shoulder, soaking up the wet tears falling down from Sam's face.
Sam grabbed the back of Dean's shirt and tugged it repeatedly. "Nahh… sahh… ree…"
Bobby eyes widened and Dean froze in his rocking. "Wh-what did you say?" Dean whispered, barely daring to believe it.
"De… sahh-ree…"
Dean's eyes filled with tears. "'Sorry?' Is that what you're trying to say, 'sorry?'"
Sam had no reaction to his brother's words. Instead he pressed himself harder into Dean's embrace, sobbing softly into his brother's shoulder. "Sahh-ree…"
The euphoria of Sam's increased vocabulary faded as it dawned on Dean what exactly Sam was saying. "Sammy, what on earth are you sorry for?!"
"Sahh-ree… sahh-ree… nahh… De… De!"
Dean closed his eyes and started to rock his brother again, petting his shortened hair soothingly. "Bobby?"
"Yeah, Dean?" Bobby said, his voice thick with emotion.
"This is good, right?" Dean begged. "This is good…!"
Bobby nodded. "Yeah, ya idjit. This is good…"
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Dantanian grunted and moaned in pleasure as he worked himself in and out of his slave. She looked up at him blankly, tears running silently down her face. She started to cry out as Dantanian dug his fingers into her breasts, where were tender from the previous whipping.
After he was done, he gave her a firm whipping to her back ("You should always enjoy your deserved punishments, Victoria.") before sending the slave away without another glance or thought. He cleaned the meatsuit off, dressed himself and then sat himself next to the table that held the Devil's Box. He sighed. "I'm gonna have to take care of those hunters soon…"
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