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Sam was asleep when Dean's cell went off. Answering it, Dean ran a hand over his face in exhaustion. "Hello?" he said tiredly.

"Dean? This is Dr. Reed."

Dean straightened up, full awake now. "What's wrong? Is something wrong with Bobby?"

"No, actually. The opposite. Mr. Singer is showing more signs of conscious awareness. I expect him to be awake in a day or two. But that's now why I called."

Dean breathed a sigh of relief. "Okay. Then why'd you call?"

"We found another doctor unconscious with an empty syringe in his hand. We believe that he was trying to murder Mr. Singer."

"What?! Why!?"

"That's why I called. Does Mr. Singer have any enemies that we should be aware of?"

Dean froze. Dantanian asked... and Pet told! "No..." Dean said. "I can't think of anyone that would wanna hurt Bobby."

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Sam was once again tied down naked. Dantanian stood over him, his rage palpable. "What did you do!?"

Sam looked at the demon confused. "Wh-what are ya talkin' about...?"

"I couldn't kill that pathetic old man! There was something protecting him! What did you do!?"

"Y-You tired ta kill Bobby..." Sam asked horrified. Oh god, Bobby I'm so sorry!

Dantanian grabbed Sam's genitals. "What the fuck did you do!"

Sam suppressed a scream as Dantanian dug his sharp nails into his member. "I-I d-didn't di a-a-anythin'...."

Dantanian pulled viciously on Sam's genitals electing a soft whimper. "I know you did something so I'll ask one more time. "What... did... you... do!" Dantanian pulled until the sack tore off.

"NOTHING!" Sam screamed, tears streaming down his face. A small amount of bile and vomit spurted out of his mouth as the pain radiated through his whole body, becoming almost unbearable. "GOD, NOTHING! I SWEAR! P-please!" Sam begged. "Pl-leeeease...!"

"Oh, don't worry," Dantanian said. He waved a hand over Sam's groin and it magically healed itself, but the pain still remained. There was something very familiar about that... Dantanian sighed. "Alright. Then tell me, where are you living now."

Sam shook his head. He would be damned if he let Dantanian come and kill his brother.

Dantanian grabbed Sam again, jarring the pain nerves and causing the young man to sob. "Shall we have a repeat performance?" He started to pull...

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Dean was jerked out of his musings by a sharp scream. Dean ran back to the bedroom where Sam was thrashing and sobbing violently, fighting some nightmare.

"Sam!" Dean ran to his side and grabbed his shoulders, trying to wake him up. "Sam, it's okay! It's just a nightmare! It's okay!"

Sam continued to thrash about violently, unaware of his brother's presence. His screams echoed loudly in the apartment and Dean was sure that the neighboring apartments would be filing complaints soon. But that wasn't what Dean was worried about. Sam screamed as if tortured in the most unimaginable way possible. Dean had never heard such desperate, pained screams before. Unable to take the thought that Sam was suffering some horrible torment in his sleep, Dean brought back an arm, and slapped Sam hard across the face.

Sam's eyes instantly opened and his body fell limp. He looked up at Dean with teary eyes. "D-Deanie?"

"Hey Sam..." Dean ran a hand through his little brother's hair. "You okay?"

Sam shook his head. "P-Pet n-not okay. P-Pet hu-urts..."

"Where do you hurt, Sam?"

Sam brought a hand to his groin and barely touched it. "Pet w-w-wouldn't t-tell..."

Dean just looked where Sam indicated, not being able to gather the nerve to even approach that area of Sam's body. "Are you hurt, Sammy?"

Sam shook his head. "P-Pet not h-hurt. P-Pet hurts..."

Dean frowned. "You're not hurt but you hurt...?"

Tears of frustration started to run down Sam's face. "Pet n-not... hurt..." Sam indicated his groin again. "Pe-ett hurts..." Sam wrapped his arms around his chest and cradled himself.

Dean's eyes widened. "Oh, I see." Dean climbed onto the bed and positioned himself behind Sam. He lifted Sam's head and rested it on his knee, running his fingers soothingly through his hair. "Sam? Does this have anything to do with Dantanian?"

Sam gave a small nod. "P-Pet w-w-wouldn't t-tell..."

"Dantanian asked you a question?"

Sam gave another nod.

"What did he ask you?"

"Wh-where P-Pet lives..."

Dean couldn't help but feel relief that Sam didn't tell, but felt anger that Sam had to suffer for it. "Sam, did Dantanian ask you where Bobby was?"

Abruptly, Sam sat up staring at Dean with huge, scared eyes. "D-Dant-tanian... t-tried to k-k-kill B-Bobby...?"

Dean blinked in surprise. That bastard Dantanian must have told him... "Yeah. I think so."

Sam's eyes got impossibly huger as he quickly grabbed the hem of his pants and pulled them down.

"Sam, what're you doing!?" Dean grabbed Sam's wrists and pulled them back. "It's okay, you're not in trouble! And you don't have to do that ever again!"

Sam squirmed under his brother's grip. "P-Pet k-killed Bobby!" Sam sobbed. "Pet k-killed Bobby!"

"No, no, no, no, no! Bobby's fine! I'm not sure why, but... Dantanian didn't kill him."

"B-Bobby... okay?"

"Yeah... he's okay. For now." Dean reached down and tugged Sam's sweats back up.

"D-Deanie mad?"

"No," Dean said firmly. "Deanie - I mean Dean - is not mad."

Sam nodded, not truly believing. After everything Sam put him through, how could Dean not be mad? Dean has had to look after him his entire life, Dean lost a childhood because of it. And Sam could never be the soldier he was supposed to be. He could never hunt as good as his brother. His father was right, he was a useless brat.

And now, Dean isn't hunting, saving lives, because he has to take care of Sam. If only Sam didn't exist... then maybe Dean could be free.

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The nurse walked into Robert Singer's room and checked the patient's stats.

Bobby gasped as he shot up in the bed, startling the nurse.

"Dear me, you gave me quite a fright, Mr. Singer! Hehe... I'll page Dr. Reed, your doctor he can explain everything to you."

Bobby looked up at the nurse a little confused. But it quickly disappeared replaced by a smile. The nurse backed up in fear. The smile was cold, hard... the kind of smile that a young man might have, saying I did it with your daughter. So whatcha gonna do about it now?

"Thank you, young lady," he said too sweetly.

The nurse gave a hesitant nod before leaving the room to get the doctor. She's heard that tone of voice before. But only when she was working in the criminal's hospital.

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