Chapter 3

All night Dean stayed with Sam watching him squirm and cry. Dean would try to calm him down and get him to relax. Sometime during the night Dean woke up hearing Sam cry "No daddy!"

"Sammy, come on man wake up!" Dean said shaking his brother.

Sam immediately bolted awake.

"Hey, you okay, kiddo?" Dean asked.

Sam nodded and wiped his face. Stupid nightmare. Thank goodness Dean is here.

"Sam? You sure you're okay? I mean you were screaming and calling out 'no daddy'."

"I'm fine Dean," Sam said flatly and turned on his side.

Dean sighed and when he heard Sam's breathing relax, he began to doze off.

*SPN*

The next morning Bobby cooked breakfast for himself and the three Winchesters, but Sam wouldn't eat and kept squirming in his seat.

"Sam, what is the matter with you, boy?"

"Nothing."

"Well stop squirming like you're a five year old and eat some food. You missed dinner."

"I am not hungry."

"Sam, shut your fucking mouth and eat," John barked.

Dean looked shocked and looked at his brother. For a minute Sam looked like he was gonna cry and then put his head down and ate some food.

"Dad, that wasn't cool. I told you to be nice to Sammy, not throw orders down his throat."

"Mind your fucking business, Dean."

"What crawled up your ass this morning?" Dean asked.

"Dean, drop it." Sam said.

The rest of the meal was silent. Dean kept staring at Sam and wondered what was going on in his head. I will bet anything Dad hit him again for something, Dean said to himself. After breakfast, Sam went to his room, Bobby went to his library and Dean went out to his car. No one noticed that John went to Sam's room.

Sam was lying on his bed trying to read a book and trying to forget last night, when he heard his door open. Thinking it was Dean; he sat up and tried to put a smile on his face. When he saw his dad, his smile dropped.

"What do you want?" He asked trying to sound brave but clearly was afraid.

"You better fucking start acting normal around here."

"What's the matter dad? Afraid Dean and Bobby will find out your little secret?" Sam asked.

John slapped Sam so hard he fell on the bed. Sam sat up and attempted to fend his father off, but John hit him again making him fall back. John kept hitting Sam until he was barely conscious. John didn't need him making any sounds while he raped his son.

Dean decided that he and Sam stayed long enough with his dad and Bobby. He decided that after dinner, he and Sam would be on their way.

"Dean?" Bobby called.

"Yeah?" Dean answered looking up from the book he was reading.

"Can you ask Sam to come down here? I need his help with something. And dinner's gonna be done soon and he's been in that room for hours."

Dean nodded and ran upstairs to his brother's room. He found Sam's room empty but he noticed that there was blood all over the bed.

"Sammy?" he called out.

Dean heard the muffled response coming from the bathroom. Dean ran to the bathroom and banged on the door.

"Sammy, open the door."

"What?" Sam said opening the door.

Dean saw a bruise on his chest. "Sammy, what happened? There's blood all over your bed."

"Nothing Dean, leave me alone," Sam said and walked back to the room.

Dean noticed how Sam winced and limped to the bedroom. He followed Sam to the room and burst in when Sam tried to shut the door.

"Go away Dean. I said I'm fine."

"Like hell you are," Dean growled and attempted to sit on the bed. Remembering the blood, he removed the sheets then sat Sam down on the bed.

Sam tried hard not to wince and squirm. Dean noticed it. He went to the door and shut it and went back to the bed.

"Sammy, what the fuck happened to you? And before you start, don't give me that 'nothing' and 'it was an accident' shit."

"Dean-…"

"Don't 'Dean' me, Sammy. I came back from the hunt with Bobby and found you beaten and bloody covered in your own blood, piss and throw up. Now I come and find blood all over your bed? And bruises on your face, chest," Dean stopped and glanced at Sam's back. "and back. You better tell me something," Dean said clearly upset.

Sam's lower lip quivered, "Don't threaten me."

Dean looked at Sam and saw tears running down his face. Dean sighed and ran his fingers through his brother's hair and wiped the tears trying to soothe his brother.

"Shh, don't cry, Sammy. I didn't mean to yell. I am worried about you."

"I'm tired Dean."

Dean sighed, "Sammy, you need to eat something. Plus Bobby wanted your help with something."

"I'm tired Dean," Sam said again.

Dean sighed, "Okay Sammy."

Dean laid his brother on the bed and pulled the covers up to his chin, turned out the light and went downstairs.

"Where's Sam?" John asked.

"Sleep," Dean answered.

"Well, wake his ass up. Tell him to get down here and eat."

"Dad, he's tired. He'll eat in the morning."

"I don't care if he's tired-…"

"John, it's okay. Let the boy sleep," Bobby answered putting a hand on John's arm.

John grumbled, but otherwise made no attempt to go to get Sam. Dean sighed and sat down. He was really worried about his dad's sudden attitude toward Sam. He knew that John and Sam had always had a wedge between them. John didn't really like Sam and Dean wondered if it had something to do with his mother's death.

*SPN*

Dean was starting to become really worried about Sam. It's been two weeks, and Sam barely ate and barely slept. He decided that Sam needed to get out.

"Hey, Sammy, you wanna go out and do something tonight?" He asked his brother one morning while they were Sam's room.

Sam refused to respond. Dean noticed the distant look in his eyes. It wasn't even his birthday and already had that distant look in his eyes. That worried Dean even more than him not eating.

"Hey, Sammy. Earth to Sam?" Dean tried again to gain his attention.

John barged into the room and immediately Sam whimpered and backed away. Dean looked confused but he didn't say anything.

"What's up dad?"

"Dean get out, I need to talk to Sam alone."

Dean looked at Sam who looked like a terrified little boy. Sam looked at Dean and silently pleaded with him not to leave. Something in Sam's eyes clicked in Dean's head. Dad must have done something to Sammy.

"Dean, did you hear me?" John asked sounding agitated.

"Yeah."

"So do it."

Dean glanced at Sam again and Sam tried to hide and make himself small. He continued to back against the bed until he could go no further. Dean needed to talk to Sam alone, and he didn't want Sam to be alone with John until he did. He needed John to leave, but he didn't know how. The answer came shortly.

"John!" Bobby called.

"What?" John yelled back.

Bobby walked in the room and addressed everyone, "There's a hunt a couple states from here. We need to decide who goes and takes care of it."

Dean piped up, "Dad, why don't you and Bobby take care of it. Sammy and I need some time alone, we haven't had some brotherly time since we've been here. Besides, I went on the last hunt."

"That would be good John. I mean when was the last time you and I worked together?" Bobby asked.

John stood there glaring at Sam. Sam looked like he was going to cry. Sam knew why John didn't want to go on the hunt. He decided not to talk because every time he talked, John jumped down his throat.

John finally relented, "Okay, Bobby, let's go," he said and walked out the room.

Dean saw Sam breathe a sigh of relief. Dean was glad he was able to get his dad out the house. He needed to talk to Sam and didn't need his dad or Bobby interrupting.

TBC...