Chapter 4

"Stay here," Dean told Sam and went downstairs. He wanted to make sure they really left. Once John and Bobby drove away, Dean rushed back upstairs and found Sam still sitting in the same position.

"Hey, Sammy, why don't we get some food in that belly of yours," Dean commented trying to bring his brother out of his trance.

Sam just nodded and followed Dean downstairs and into the kitchen. Dean made them both a sandwich. Sam tried not squirm in his seat, and eat his sandwich, but ended up picking at it.

"Sammy, I know you might not be hungry, but you haven't eaten for a few days. Please eat at least half of it. Okay?"

Sam nodded and ate the sandwich. After they ate, Dean guided him in the living room where he turned on the TV. Sam tried to sit, but it hurt so much. Dean saw his brother squirm and fidget.

"It hurts to sit, huh?" Dean asked approaching the subject.

"Well, here, lie down. On your stomach," Dean said getting off the couch and laying his brother down. He took the seat across the couch.

"Sammy, tell me what happened."

Sam shook his head and turned his face.

"Sammy, look at me. Sam."

Sam turned to face his brother; tears were beginning to form.

"Sammy, did dad do something to you?"

Sam refused to speak. He didn't want to tell his brother. His father told him before that he might kill him if anyone found out.

"Sammy, did dad hurt you?" Dean asked again.

Sam couldn't hold in anymore. He nodded his head and burst out crying. Dean sat in shock. He hadn't heard Sam cry like that since he was four. Dean quickly shook himself out of his trance and went to his brother's side. He sat next to Sam and held him and tried to get him to stop crying.

"Sammy, what did dad do to you?" He didn't want to ask, but he needed to know what his father did to make Sam cry like this. He wanted to kill his dad already. No one hurts his brother and lives to see another day.

Sam sat up and wiped his eyes with the back of sleeve, "Daddy, dad, he-…" he started and burst out crying again.

Dean just sat there and rubbed his back. "Shh, it's okay, kiddo. I'm here."

Sam wrapped his arms around his big brother's waist and squeezed, "IWAPPED," he said, his words muffled by Dean's shirt.

"What?" Dean asked.

Sam sat up, gulped and said slowly, "I was raped."

Dean looked shocked, "By whom? Dad?"

Sam nodded and started crying again. Dean was horrified. Dad raped Sammy? Then something in his mind clicked.

"Sammy is that what happened before?"

"Yeah," Sammy said gulping. Dean got up and got him some water.

Sam drank the water then continued, "Every year on my birthday, since I was ten years old, dad would rape me when you were out."

Dean's mind flashed to all the times that he found Sam beaten and bloody on the floor of the motel rooms. "Shit!"

"Dean, I am sorry, I should have told you sooner, but dad threatened to kill me."

"Sammy, it's okay," Dean replied rubbing his brother's back. Suddenly something came to his mind. "Sammy, you need to go to the hospital. I need to take you to the hospital."

Sam squirmed. "Dean, I don't wanna. Don't take me."

Dean looked at his frightened brother, "Sammy, all those times Dad raped you; you seriously need to get checked out. I mean the way you haven't been able to sit, something is probably wrong."

"Dean, please don't make me go. If dad finds out…"

"Don't worry, kiddo, dad won't find out. I am so gonna fucking rip his heart out!"

Sam started crying again and Dean realized what happened. "Sammy, I am sorry. I didn't mean to yell. Look, let's get you to a hospital and get you checked out then you and I can be on our way. I feel we've stayed here long enough."

"Kay."

Dean helped Sam to the impala and drove to the hospital.

*SPN*

Dean was asked to wait in the waiting room while they took care of Sam. The whole time he heard Sam scream and cry, he wanted to bash someone's head in. He was gonna kill their father for doing this to Sam. He went to the bathroom and washed his face. When he came back, he found the doctor waiting for him.

"How is he?"

"Well, he had a couple broken ribs, which were probably not noticeable."

"What else doc?" Dean asked getting agitated.

"Well besides the broken ribs, and the multiple bruising, he had massive anal tearing and we had to put fifteen stitches. I suggest that you have him take it easy for the next week or so. And here is a prescription for pain medicine."

"Can I take him home, now?"

"Well, he sleeping now, so I suggest you wait till he wakes up." The doctor responded and walked away.

Dean grumbled and walked to his brother's hospital room. Despite his tall figure, he looked so small and weak in the hospital bed. He pulled up a chair to the bed and sat next to the bed. How could he be so stupid? How could he not have seen it? He hated himself for letting his brother endure this kind of pain.

"Dean."

"Sammy, you okay?"

Sam nodded weakly, "Dean, stop."

"Stop, what?"

"You're wearing your "I hate myself for letting my brother go through this pain" face. So stop, it's not your fault."

Damn, he really knows me. "Sammy-…" he started, but stopped cause he didn't know what to say.

"Dean, I know what you're thinking. Don't think it. I am fine."

Dean laughed a shrill laugh, "Like hell. The doctor told me you had broken ribs, multiple bruising and massive anal tearing. That's my fault Sammy. If I had brought you to the hospital before, it wouldn't be that bad."

"Dean, shut up alright. Will you get it through your thick head? It. Is. Not. Your. Fault. So stop blaming yourself. So when can I leave?"

"The doctor said whenever you wake up, but are you sure you wanna leave?"

Sam nodded and attempted to get out of bed. Dean rushed over to help him.

"The doctor also said that you need to take it easy for a few weeks."

"A few weeks?"

"Yeah, that means no hunting."

"Dean, I can't do that."

"Yes, you can and you will. Let's get you back to Bobby's we'll grab our stuff and leave."

"Kay."

TBC...