Chapter 1

NOW: May 2, 2003

Dean stared at his brother sitting at the table. His brother seemed distant today and Dean was starting to wonder why. Today was Sam's 20th birthday.

"Hey, Sammy, why don't we do something tonight? Say maybe go see a movie or get drunk? I mean it's your birthday after all."

Sam ignored Dean and continued to stare at his laptop. Dean sighed, he was used to this. Every year since his 10th birthday, Sam would become distant and refused to speak. Dean was starting to get worried. He walked over to Sam and snapped his fingers in his face.

"Come on, man, you can't just sit there all day. What are you looking at anyway?" Dean asked looking over his shoulder.

"Back off!" Sam screamed.

Dean looked shocked, Sam never screamed like that. "Sammy, what's the matter? If you don't want to do anything for your birthday, it's cool. Maybe I could stop at the store and pick you up a cake or something."

"Fuck off!" Sam screamed again and ran into the bathroom.

What the hell was that about? Dean decided to not say anything. He picked up his keys and went to the bathroom door.

"I'm going out, be back in a few." He said and left the motel room.

Sam sat on the bathroom floor tears rolling down his eyes as he heard Dean leave. He hadn't meant to scream at him. It wasn't Dean that he was mad at. He just hated his birthday. He didn't want to be reminded of the day when his father raped him. He hated that feeling. He decided that he would apologize to Dean when he returned.

Dean returned with a shopping bag and found Sam sitting on his bead reading a book.

"Hey, Sammy," Dean said.

Sam looked up and gave Dean a half smile, "Hey Dean."

"Sammy, look, I know you don't really like to celebrate your birthday but I bought you a present. Thought it might take your mind off things," Dean said handing Sam the bag.

Sam put down the book he was reading and reached in the bag. He pulled out two items and started to laugh.

"Shaving cream and Skin magazines. Thanks Dean." He said and stood up and hugged his brother.

Dean was shocked; he hadn't done that since he was 10. Dean just assumed that Sam was distant and disapproving of the whole birthday thing because they moved around so much with their dad. Neither he nor Sam got a proper birthday. He was about say something when his phone rang.

"Yeah?"

"Dean, its Bobby," the caller addressed.

"Hey Bobby. Calling to wish Sammy a happy birthday?" Dean joked.

"Not really. I called to tell you that your dad's here and he wants to see you and Sam."

"Dad? What does he want?"

"Are you not listening ya idjit? I said he wants to see you and Sam."

"No I got that, but why?"

"I don't know."

"Okay, Bobby thanks." Dean said and disconnected the call then turned to Sam.

"That was Bobby, he said dad was at his place and wants to see us."

"Why?"

Dean just shrugged, "I don't know, but I think it best not to ignore him. Perhaps we should leave tomorrow."

Sam just nodded and tried not to look frightened. He got ready for bed but didn't go to sleep. Instead he picked the book he was reading earlier and read. Dean sighed, another thing Sam would refuse to do on his birthday was sleep. He was starting to really worry about his brother.

"Sammy, you really should get some sleep little brother."

"I'm fine Dean."

"Sammy-…"

"Quit calling me Sammy, my name is Sam! And I said I am fine, so just fuck off!" Sam screamed.

"Alright, Sam calm down. Do what you want." Dean said clearly scared of his brother.

Sam turned out the light and turned on his side. Dean sighed and fell asleep.

"Take off your pants, Sam."

"Da-daddy?"

"Didn't you hear me? I said take off your pants."

Sam was scared, he thought his daddy was gonna whip him.

"Why, daddy? I was good today right?" Sam asked.

John smacked Sam and knocked him across the couch. John picked up Sam and punched him again.

"When I tell you to do something, you do it! Do you understand me?"

Sam shook his head.

"I can't hear you!"

"Yes, sir."

"Now do what I said and take off your pants or do you want me to do it for you?"

"But, daddy, please don't whip me. I was good," Sam cried.

John picked up his youngest son and smacked him again. Then he took off his belt and whipped Sam until he screamed. He tore Sam's pants off and stuck his hard penis inside Sam's ass.

"Daddy, stop! You're hurting me!"Sam cried.

John didn't stop until he felt himself come inside Sam. "Happy birthday Sammy."

Sam screamed and sat up in bed. He turned over and saw that Dean was still sleeping. He sighed and went to the bathroom. He washed his face and went back to bed. This time he dreamed of his mother.

TBC...