Sam is 15 / Dean is 19
Sam really wished Dean was here right now, instead of out somewhere with his newest girlfriend. John was pissed at Sam, like always, but this time for unknown reasons. The man stomped around, yelling about the apartment not being clean, and how Sam's attitude was terrible lately, and that Sam had no respect… blah, blah, blah. This was the same song and dance every time.
The fifteen year old had learned by now just to ignore the insults thrown his way- Dean had told him John never meant any of it, and it was only to toughen Sam up. So, Sam stood in the living room, face blank, arm crossed and watched his father rage.
"Are you even listening to me?!" John shouted, and Sam flinched slightly but quickly covered it up.
"Yes sir," Sam answered almost automatically.
John rolled his eyes, and breathed out, "Yeah because you listen to everything I say nowadays."
Sam didn't reply, watching John take off his jacket and throw it onto the couch. The boy didn't dare move, knowing his father might not be done yelling yet. "Maybe if you listened better Dean wouldn't have gotten hurt on the last hunt."
Their last hunt had ended with Sam freezing up while facing a werewolf and not hearing his father yell for him to shoot his gun. The werewolf had jumped over Sam and attacked Dean, leaving the young man with a gash in his chest. Sam felt incredibly guilty about it, but Dean had said not to worry about it.
But the comment John had just made caused Sam to lose his calm attitude and regretfully snap at his father, "WHAT? Dad, you know that was an accident! I'm sorry about it!"
John stepped closer to Sam. "Don't raise your voice to me, boy!"
"Then stop belittling me!" Sam shouted again, clenching his fists. He was sick of John always calling him out on every single thing he did wrong. "I'm sorry I'm not perfect!"
John made a growling noise in the back of his throat before yelling, "Maybe if you were more like your brother-!"
"I'M NOT DEAN!" Sam screamed, trying to get the point across. He wasn't Dean and he was never going to be like Dean. He loved his brother, but Sam was his own person and didn't want to be a perfect little soldier.
"Stop raising your voice to me!" John screamed back. "If you ever want to be like me, you need to-!"
Sam cut him off again, sick of listening to John, "I don't want to be like you!" He yelled, before turning to storm off towards the bedroom he shared with Dean.
John made a sound of frustration before stomping after Sam, "DON'T YOU DARE WALK AWAY FROM ME." He bellowed in a voice so threatening Sam actually froze on his way out of the living room.
Not thinking clearly and in a wave of blind fury and rage, John grabbed Sam by the hair, ignoring the strangled yelp the boy gave, and yanked him back into the living room, throwing him towards the couch.
Sam landed with his back hitting the couch, sliding to the floor. His eyes were wide and his hands were on his head, while he looked up at John in fear. What the hell was that? Sam felt tears building behind his eyes, but he refused to let them spill over. He held the spot on his head where his hair had been yanked, a stinging feeling reminding him of how violent the movement had been.
Letting go of the spot he checked his hand to see if there was any blood, and was relieve that there was none. He looked up at John again, who was staring down at Sam in horror, the realization of what he had done sinking in. He took a step towards Sam, reaching out with his hand, "Sammy, I-" He stopped when Sam scrambled onto the couch and jumped over the back, putting the piece of furniture between them.
John looked from the couch to his son's face, his stomach sinking at the look of betrayal written all over the boy's face.
That was the moment Dean decided to walk in the through the front door, a grin on his face that immediately dropped and turned to confusion upon seeing the scene before him. "What happened…?"
Sam spun around when he heard Dean's voice and ran to his big brother, wrapping his arms around him in a hug and burying his face in Dean's chest. Dean slowly embraced Sam's shaking frame and looked up at John, distrust in his eyes when he quietly asked, "What did you do?"
John's eyes were still wide while he watched Sam, before hesitantly looking up at Dean and stumbling over his words, "I didn't- it was an accident, I just… I lost control – I won't…"
Dean hugged Sam tighter, realizing something bad must have happened while he was out, and immediately regretted not being here for his baby brother. "It's okay Sammy," he said, now ignoring his father and trying to comfort Sam. "I'm here now."
John's shoulders had slumped and he was staring at the ground in shame. "I'm sorry." He whispered. "It won't happen again, I promise."
A memory tugged at the back of Sam's mind and he realized that he had been right all those years ago. It did happen again, and surely it would happen again in his future.
I do NOT support child abuse in any way shape or form. This includes verbal, emotional and physical, it is WRONG.
I don't own Supernatural or it's characters sadly ;P
The last chapter will be up tomorrow!