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Also, yes, I will be updating 'Mind's Eye', I'm just doing a little replanning. I'm trying to work out the ending. So in the meantime, I'll be updating this story.

Warning: Child Abuse

Ignorance Is Bliss, Chapter 5

Dean sat up as quick as he could; partly because he was afraid of what Kris might do, and partly because he was trying to get to Sam before she even had a change to. Dean got to his knees, even though the room as spinning. He closed his eyes for a second, he had to, and hoped that it would slow down. Still reaching, though, he pulled Sam into a sitting position.

"C'mon, Sam. Stand up," Dean urges as he tries to pull both himself and Sam to their feet.

On the other side of the room, Kris is closing the blinds on the Living Room windows and locking them. She puts the chain on the door, too. Dean gulps. What was she doing? Kris fixes her eyes on both of he boys again and smiles evilly. She walks toward both of them and at the same time Dean is struggling to hold up himself and his brother. He moves backward as quick as he weak, unsteady legs would go.

Kris shrugs.

"You've crossed the line," she begins. Her voice is deep and angry. "Both of you. And I won't stand for it any longer. You live in my house. You need to do what I say. You need to listen to me!" Her hand swept across the coffee table, the bowl on it went flying into the wall, cracking and falling to the ground, staining the carpet.

Both of the brothers jumps a little, startled not only by her behavior but the loud sound of the glass breaking. Dean pushed Sam behind him, rushing him into the bedroom.

"Go, Sammy," he says, his voice a little higher than normal. Sam moves a quick as he could, but it wasn't fast at all. His body, his mind, everything felt like it was in slow motion. Even Dean's voice sounded like it was being dragged out longer. His vision was blurry at the edges and he could feel and hear his heart beating rapidly in his chest. He'd never felt like this before. He was scared. Sam put his hand over his heart, trying, somehow, to make it go back to normal but nothing was helping. Sam had his back to both Dean and Kris, but he could hear crashing of glass and Dean yelling for him to hurry up.

Sam felt a hand on his back, rushing him quicker into the two bed bedroom he shared with his brother. As soon as Sam entered the carpeted room, he dropped to his knees; too weak to hold himself up anymore. Dean was too busy blocking the door with anything light enough for him to pick up or slide, but strong enough to keep Kris out. Outside they could hear her, she kicked the door and it instantly reminded Sam of a few nights ago when all this happened before.

As soon as the door was blocked to his liking Dean was by Sam's side again. Sam was on all fours, coughing hard. His face was red and so were his eyes as tears fell from them and onto the floor. His whole body shook as he coughed.. The pain he felt was clearly written on his face and it only made Dean feel even worse. He didn't know what to do. He didn't know how to make the pain go away. He didn't know how to get Sam to someone who could actually help them. Dean sat in front of Sam, a pained and helpless look on his face.

"Sam, you okay?" he asked, his eyebrows arching a little. Sam's mouth closed and he finally stopped coughing though the tears in his eyes remained. He shook his head 'yes' slowly.

Outside the bedroom, Kris was causing all types of noise. She yelled for a while, then it as quiet. Completely quiet. Dean tried to swallow the lump in his throat as he forced himself to turn his attention back to Sam who had made himself sit up straight. Sam's hand was wrapped around his stomach and his breathing was slow and unsteady.

"Just hang in there, okay? I'm gonna call Dad again. He's gotta check his phone sometime," Dean says as he crawls to the duffel back again and rummages for the phone. His hand slid all around it, but he always came up empty. Dean shook his head, not wanting to believe it. He checked again. It had to be there. It just had to be. So he threw out all of the clothes and turned the bag upside-down and shook it.

Nothing. It was gone.

"She took it," Dean says more to himself than anyone. "She took the phone."

-Ignorance Is Bliss-

13 hours.

13 hole hours in that room.

Dean looked at Sam who had thankfully fallen asleep again on the floor next to them. His face and hair were both becoming dampened with sweat and Dean wondered if he was getting worse. He hoped that he wasn't, but the more the hours went by, the worse Sam looked. His mouth hung open slackly, like what you subconsciously do when you try to sleep with a stuffy nose.

They needed food.

They needed water.

But they also needed to stay away from Kris.

Dean sighed. He was scared. Honestly scared. The phone was gone. He was hungry. Sam was hungry. There was no one to help them.

Pushing himself to his feet, he bent down and wrapped his hands around Sam's midsection, lifting him. Surprisingly, Sam didn't wake, not even a little twitch. Dean put him on his bed, hoping that it was a little more comfortable for him.

Seeing no other option, Dean sat down on the bed, too. He let his head lie on the pillow.

"Dad, where are you?" he thought to himself as his eyes slid closed.

-Ignorance-Is-Bliss-

Sam sat up, weary and weak. Dean as right next to him, sleeping. As soon as Sam moved, Dean was awakened.

"... I'm thirsty," Sam said. The back of his throat was dry and made his voice sound a lot deeper. He coughed, but it only made it worse.

Dean nodded.

"I know," he looked down, almost ashamed of himself though he had nothing to do with it. "I am, too."

Sam looked over at the door, then back at Dean.

"When can we go out?"

Almost instantly Dean shrugged.

"I don't know."

The brothers exchange glances, both of their stomachs seemed to rumble at the same time.

They were hungry, they were thirsty, they were tired, Sam was sick.

They needed help.

Surely, they can't live like this.

-Ignorance-Is-Bliss-

John sat down at the table, sweaty and breathless. Another restless day hunting. He looked over at the counter, his phone sitting there, the front of it lit with a notification. He lifted his head a little, curious.

Taking hold of the phone he saw the number.

Dean's number.

The phone read: 4 missed called, 2 voice mails.

John pressed the pound button and pressed the phone to his ear.

"Dad... you need to come back. I don't think I like Kris. And Sam's sick... please come back."

And there was another one:

"Dad, why don't you check your phone? Listen, you really need to come back now. I'm sorry if it messes up your hunt but Sam needs you, I need you. Please."

The phone went silent and John dropped the phone.

"Bobby!" he called. "We need to go!"

So John's finally coming, but the boys are barely holding on.
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