Okay, sorry I forgot to put this in there: John has raped Sam every year on his birthday until Sam was 16 and he and Dean started hunting by themselves.

Hope it makes sense.

Enjoy!

Chapter 2

The ride to Bobby's was silent. Sam didn't want to go to Bobby's and see his dad, but he didn't tell Dean that. Dean was wondering what was going on and why it sounded like an emergency.

"You know, Sam, maybe Dad's working on a hunt that he needs our help with."

Sam just shrugged, "Could be Dean, but wouldn't Bobby have mentioned that?"

"Maybe he didn't want to, he probably wanted to wait so he can easily explain what the hunt was."

Sam shook his head and looked out the window.

"Sammy, I know you don't want to see dad, but think about it, there's gotta be a reason he wants to see us know."

Sam remained silent for fear he said something he didn't want to say. Dean sighed and turned on the radio. The rest of the drive was silent.

*SPN*

"Good to see you boys," Bobby greeted Sam and Dean when he opened the door.

"You too, Bobby," The boys said in unison.

"Hey boys," John said when Sam and Dean approached the living room. He went over to both of them and gave them a hug.

"What's going on dad?" Dean asked.

"Well one, I missed Sammy's birthday yesterday and I just wanted to say Happy twentieth birthday son."

"That's all?" Sam asked.

"Yes, I mean I haven't seen my boys in a while and I felt bad. So I asked Bobby to call you and have you meet me here."

"What's the catch?" Sam asked clearly not buying the fatherly routine.

"No catch, Sammy." John smiled.

"Dad, there's something not right here," Dean commented.

"Okay boys, I was hoping that the three of us could work a hunt together. You know for old time's sake."

Bobby went to the kitchen to grab some beers for everyone and to let John and his boys have a little bonding time when one of his many phones rang. After a few minutes of conversation, Bobby hung up the phone and went to the living room.

"Speaking of a case," He said handing everyone a beer bottle. "I found one. It's not too far from here in North Dakota."

John nodded, "Bobby, why don't you and Dean take the case. I want to spend some quality time with Sam."

Dean looked confused, "Since when?"

John just smiled, "Since now. I haven't seen you boys in a few years. Plus I know Sam doesn't like me so I want to try to bond with him and make it all up to him."

Bobby just nodded, "Fine, let's go Dean."

Sam who knew his dad was lying grabbed on to Dean and silently pleaded for him not to leave him. Dean looked at his brother confused.

"Sammy, what's the matter? I think this would be good for you and dad."

Sammy just shook his head and gave his puppy dog look.

"Jeez, Sammy, I know we haven't been apart for a long time, but chill out, man. Bobby said this hunt is not far from here so it probably won't take too long to deal with. We'll be back in a few days tops." Dean explained removing his brother's arm from his jacket.

Sam just sighed and nodded. He went upstairs to the room he always used when he stayed at Bobby's. Dean looked at his brother's retreating back with a confused look on his face. What was that all about?

Dean turned to look at his father, "You better be nice to Sammy, dad. Yesterday was his birthday and he was feeling pretty down. Try and get to know him."

John smiled, "Relax, son. I understand. Sammy and I are going to get along fine. You just remember to come back in one piece."

*SPN*

Bobby and Dean had been gone for two days and Sam was starting to get worried. His dad hadn't touched him, but he knew it wouldn't be long before he did. He always did. Sam was reading a book in his room when John called him.

"Sammy! Come here!"

"Coming dad!" he yelled back. Sam didn't want to go downstairs, but he knew that if he didn't, his dad would come up here swinging. He sighed and went downstairs and found his dad in the living room.

"There you are. I was beginning to wonder where you drifted off to," John commented.

"Did you need something?" Sam asked.

John stood up and walked over to Sam. Sam tried to back up, but John held him still. John placed his hand on Sam's cock and rubbed it hard. Sam yelped.

"Dad, please."

"Take your pants off for me, Sammy," John whispered in his ear.

Sam whimpered, "Dad, please don't make me."

"Take them off," John said a little more forceful.

Sam shook his head and backed away from John. John grabbed Sam and backhanded him in the face causing Sam to fall. John picked him up and put his hand around his throat.

"Don't you remember last time? When I tell you to do something you better learn to do it, got it?" John asked and backhanded Sam again.

Sam whimpered and tried to back away but he couldn't get himself up off the floor. John came to him and hit him again and again, till his hand got tired of punching. He then stood over Sam and tore at Sam's bottoms. Turning Sam onto his back, John entered him.

"Daddy! Please stop!" Sam cried into the floor. John grabbed his head and banged it against the floor.

"Shut the fuck up!"

John continued to penetrate Sam. Sam continued to cry and whimper, but every time he did, John would bang his head or smack him. By the time John came inside Sam, Sam was bloody and bruised.

"Happy fucking belated birthday, Sammy," John laughed and left the room leaving Sam on the floor.

*SPN*

When Dean and Bobby returned from the hunt, they noticed that the house was kinda quiet.

"Sammy, Dad?" Dean called entering the house.

Bobby and Dean walked into the living room and stopped dead in their tracks when they saw Sam. He was lying on the floor in a pool of blood, piss and throw up.

"Sammy?" Dean called.

"What the hell happened to him?" Bobby asked walking cautiously over to Sam.

Dean just shrugged and walked over to his brother and shook him, "Sam? Sammy?"

"I wonder where John wandered off to." Bobby commented.

"Bobby, I don't give a rat's ass where dad is right now; do you see my brother? I wanna know what the fuck happened to him." Dean spat.

"I know, boy, I was just saying because maybe John might have an idea, or perhaps he doesn't know about this at all."

Dean refused to speak; instead he went to the bathroom and filled the tub with warm water. Once the tub was full, he went back to the living room and struggled to pick up his tall, lanky brother. After two unsuccessful tries, he managed to pick up his brother and took him to the bathroom. Dean undressed Sam, like he was a little kid and sat him in the tub. Once Sam was situated in the tub, he went back to the living room and already found Bobby scrubbing away the mess.

"Bobby, I can do that," Dean said.

"Don't worry about it, boy. Go and take care of your brother," Bobby replied looking at Dean.

Dean just nodded and went back to the bathroom. Sam was barely conscious.

"Sammy, can you hear me? What happened kiddo?"Dean asked running his fingers through Sam's hair.

Sam didn't respond and Dean sighed. He left and went into Sam's room and got some clean clothes for Sam to wear. Coming out of the bedroom, he heard Bobby's and John's voices.

"John, where the hell were you?" Bobby asked.

"I had run to the store, why?" John asked.

"Because, Dean and I came back and found Sam on the floor bleeding and barely conscious."

"What happened to him?"

Dean saw Bobby shrug, then heard Sam moan and went back to the bathroom. He saw Sam squirm and struggle.

"Take it easy, Sammy," Dean said soothingly.

"D'n?"

"Yeah?"

"It hurts." Sam moaned.

"Let's get you out of the tub," Dean said helping his brother out of the tub and dried him off.

Sam tried to push him off, but Dean refused and helped his brother get dressed.

"Can you walk?"

Sam nodded. Dean helped his brother into his room and lay down on the bed. Sam yelped in pain when he laid down on his back. He immediately turned over to his stomach.

"Sammy, what happened?" Dean asked softly.

"Nothing, it was an accident." Sam replied.

"What was an accident, kiddo?"

"Nothing."

Dean sighed. "Okay, Sammy, get some rest."

"Dean?" Sam asked suddenly alert and grabbing Dean's hand.

"Yeah?" Dean asked suddenly shocked by the force of Sam's grab.

"Don't leave me."

"Okay, kiddo, I won't. Just get some sleep."

TBC...