Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or Sam and Dean; I just play with them for fun.
Author's Note: There are only a few chapters left. Pay attention to the switches between the different sides of Sam…. All mistakes are mine
Six days had passed since Sam had seen Dean. He was upset that his brother had been so frightened of him, while a tiny part shoved to the back of his mind relished the wonderful screams. He was sure he had never witnessed Dean expressing so much fear so openly.
The brunette was ashamed of himself, thinking back to how he'd tormented his injured sibling, knowing that he himself had caused most of the injuries. While Dean had lain in that hospital bed, struggling to draw breath and contain his panic, Sam had used his size and touch to intimidate his brother.
He knew that Bobby had seen the two different sides to him and the man knew he had been the one to attack Dean in the first place. He was surprised that he hadn't been arrested for rape or assault. Sam knew he had to be more careful, especially around Cheri.
He had seen the way the nurse had kept her eye on him every time he'd been at the hospital and she'd had no problems with having him removed from hospital premises. The lighter, gentler side of him wanted to turn himself in or go to the hospital and beg his brother to forgive him. The darker, vicious side only wanted to sneak in and drag Dean from the protection of the hospital and Bobby. And that damn nurse.
He was so caught up in thoughts of the other hunter's dirty blonde hair, surprisingly soft skin, and plush lips that hours had slipped away from him. Sammy was pushed to the back of his mind, screaming to be let out and that he would not allow his precious brother to be hurt any further. Sam snickered.
He felt like he had two people living inside him, and all he could think of was the angel and demon that cartoons showed sitting on people's shoulders, giving them advice. He was obviously the devil, and simpering little Sammy was the angel. And the little angel is locked away, leaving the devil to play.
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Cheri and Bobby stood in the doorway of Dean's room. The young hunter in question lay on his side, face flushed with fever. He'd suffered from multiple nightmares and panic attacks after infection set into the wounds to his throat and stomach, and the two protectors were grateful for the reprieve.
Cheri kept her gaze on her patient while leaning towards Bobby. "He's been talking in his sleep," she reported. Bobby nodded slowly, his eyes lingering on Dean's face. "I know," he murmured.
"He keeps asking Sam to stop," she stated. Bobby sighed. "Yeah, I know. I lied to you. I knew it was Sam that hurt him. They aren't friends, they're brothers," he spoke lowly. He saw Cheri nod in his peripheral.
"It was actually admirable that you left the choice up to Dean, that he could forgive or press charges," she replied. The older man snorted. "Admirable. I call it being a coward. I couldn't even protect my boy." They stood in silence, keeping their vigil.
"Bobby, if Sam and Dean are brothers, then doesn't that make Sam your son, too?" she asked. "Well, technically, neither of the boys are my biological children. But, with Dean, I just bonded with him when he was little, you know?"
Cheri turned her stare to Bobby. "A little more clarification, please," she asked, one brow raised in question. He chuckled.
"Sam and Dean are actually the sons of an old friend, and he left them with me when he had to work out of town. Dean was about five, and Sam was about one. I just automatically felt drawn to Dean. I care about Sam, too, just not in the same way as Dean." Cheri nodded in understanding.
"Their dad passed away, and their mom had passed when the boys were real young. So I just took them in, or at least Dean. Sam fought to remain independent. I made sure that I put them both on my health insurance and Dean just eventually changed his name. Sam didn't," Bobby's voice was lost in past memories.
Cheri hummed, a faraway look in her eyes. They stood together for a bit longer, enjoying the companionable silence until Dean began struggling with the sheets tucked around him. Both instantly moved to his side in an attempt to stem the panic before it even started.
Bobby quickly rolled Dean onto his back, loosening the sheets and blankets. Cheri was on the other side of the bed, waiting to wipe the sweat from the young man's face. The blonde's lashes began to flutter, a frightened whimper floating into the quiet of the room. His wheezing breath sped up as he tried to escape the darkness of his mind.
"Stop, you're hurting me," he mumbled. "I don't want this, stop." Bobby sat on the side of the bed, rubbing circles into his chest in an attempt to calm the boy. "It's okay, Dean. You're safe, no one can hurt you here," he spoke softly.
Dean squirmed against the hold Bobby had on him, head thrashing on the pillow. Tears spilled down his flushed cheeks. "No no no no no no," he wailed. Cheri continued to make shushing sounds as she wiped his face and neck.
"No, stop Sam, you're hurting me. You're hurting me! Stop Sam!" Dean bolted up with a cry. Bobby wasted no time in pulling the blonde into his arms, waiting for the struggle to begin. Instead, Dean pressed himself into the older hunter's chest, sobbing. "I don't want to see him, I don't want him near me, please," he cried. Bobby and Cheri exchanged surprised glances over the blonde's head, but remained silent in their support.
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Sam had spent a restless night, struggling with all the conflicting thoughts trapped in his mind. Sammy had been pounding away at his skull, screaming shrilly for him to stop hurting Dean. Sam had enjoyed replaying the events of the last week in his mind for Sammy to see again and again and again.
The screams grew louder and more furious as the night went. He had laughed, feeling a thrill that was almost as tantalizing as Dean's fear and pain. Sammy had always shied away from his less than brotherly feelings towards Dean, afraid to let his brother know of his desires.
Sam, on the other hand, had no problem just taking what he wanted from the blonde hunter. I'm on top now, Sammy, and what I say goes from now on. He had plans to go back to the hospital and to charm his way into his brother's room.
It was getting late and the nurses would get careless. Just gotta get rid of Bobby, and then Dean will be at my mercy. Sammy screamed and pleaded for the darkness inside to leave his family alone.
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It was well past visiting hours when Bobby finally allowed himself to drift off to sleep. He and Cheri had spent an emotional evening trying to lull Dean back to sleep. The young man had been distraught but finally admitted that Sam had attacked him and while he had not voiced exactly what had happened, he had mumbled enough to give them the answers they already knew.
Bobby remembered thinking that Dean looked like the lost and hurt 5 year old he'd been thinking of earlier. The younger hunter had not shown so much emotion in so long that Bobby couldn't even remember the last time he'd seen it.
Cheri had felt badly, but still had no problem attempting to talk Dean into allowing her to file a report and press charges against Sam. The blonde had retreated back into himself, refusing to commit to anything.
Bobby had moved back into his chair and began stroking his boy's face and singing the same old lullaby in an attempt to sooth the pain he could only imagine that Dean was experiencing. As the older hunter slipped into sleep, he missed seeing the shadow lingering outside the door to Dean's room.
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