Chapter 5

Dean and Sam made it back to Bobby's by nightfall. When Sam saw John's truck in front of the house he grew scared. Sam clung on to Dean and kinda whimpered.

"Dean, dad's gonna kill me."

"Don't worry, Sammy, dad won't hurt you. Just remember what I said earlier okay? We just went to hang out. Okay?"

Sam nodded and they headed into the house. The minute they entered, John rounded on them.

"Where the fuck have you two been? Bobby and I were worried something happened to you."

"Jeez dad, take a chill pill. Sammy and I went out. Sammy needed to get out of the house and we went to see a movie and go to a bar.

"Dean, you know your brother is too young to drink!"

"Dad, Sammy is twenty years old. He can have a drink, and besides he only had one drink. Relax. I mean after all Sammy's twenty and I am twenty four. We can take care of ourselves."

Sam this whole time cowered behind Dean. John decided to jump down his throat next.

"How come you didn't think Sam? Huh? Haven't I taught you anything?"

"Dad I'm sorry I-…" he started to say, but Dean put his hand on his shoulder and he stopped before he could say anymore.

"Dad, we're sorry okay. Anyway Sam and I are leaving. We need to be heading on our way. We've stayed here long enough. If it's one thing you taught us dad, it's never to stay in one place for too long." Dean said and nodded to Sam.

Sam understood; Dean wanted him to go upstairs and get his stuff together. Sam headed upstairs and into the bedroom, blocking out any further conversation.

*SPN*

Later that evening Sam and Dean were on the road. Sam was in the passenger seat taking a nap. Dean gazed over at his brother and saw Sam sweating and fidgeting. Ima have to stop soon. Poor kid needs some more medicine. Dean had stopped a few hours ago at a pharmacy and picked up Sam's prescription and gave him some, but Dean noticed he needed more. Sam continued to fidget and whimper.

"Take it easy, kiddo. We're gonna stop soon," Dean said. Probably hurts like hell, because he's been sitting too long.

"Dean, it hurts." Sam moaned.

"I know kiddo. Where gonna be at a motel soon then I can pump some more meds into you."

Luckily, half an hour later, Dean managed to find a motel with a vacancy. He left Sam in the car and took care of the check in. After receiving the key from the clerk, he went back to the car, picked up the bags and helped Sam into the room. He went into the small bathroom and filled a cup up with water.

"Just wanna sleep." Sam moaned.

"I know, Sammy, but you need to take more medicine or you'll be in a lot of pain tonight."

"Don't wanna."

"Sammy, please? Then you can sleep and I can go to the diner and get us some food." Dean pleaded handing Sam the medicine and the water.

Sam groaned, but took the pills and water from Dean. He chugged the pills and the water then laid down on the bed.

"Deany?"

"Yeah, Sammy?" Sam hadn't called Dean, "Deany" since he was two.

"Love you."

"Love you too, Sammy, now sleep."

Dean didn't want to leave Sam alone but he needed to get some food for them. He quietly left the room and walked up to the clerk's desk.

"Can I help you?"

Dean handed the clerk a 50 dollar bill. "Yeah, my brother is sick. Make sure no one but me enters our room."

The clerk nodded and Dean drove to the closest diner and ordered take out for him and Sam. Dean hurried back to the motel and when he entered the room he breathed a sigh of relief to find Sam still asleep. He knew Sam would be out for a while, so he laid down on the other bed and dozed off.

*SPN*

Dean woke the next morning with the sun in his face. He immediately looked over to the other bed to check on Sam. When he saw the other bed empty, he started to panic until he heard the shower.

"Sammy? You alright in there?"

"Yeah," came the muffled reply.

Dean nodded and got out the food he bought last night and warmed it in the microwave. When Sam came out the bathroom fully dressed, Dean pointed to the food and told him to eat. Sam nodded and sat down to eat. Dean jumped in the shower. When Dean came out the bathroom, he noticed that Sam had that distant look in his face.

"Sammy? Hey, Sammy."

Sam shook himself out of his trance. "Yeah?"

"You okay, man?"

Sam nodded. Dean started to turn away, but then he noticed tears in Sam's eyes. He kneeled down next to Sam.

"What is it, Sammy? Are you in pain?"

Sam shook his head, "Do you know what Dad said to me on my twelfth birthday as he raped me?"

Dean shook his head, he really didn't want to hear this, but he let his brother continue.

"Dad told me that the reason he raped me was because I deserved to be punished." He started.

"Sam-…"

"He said that I deserve to be punished for causing mom's death. And because I was disobedient. He would always say to me, 'You little piece of shit! You are so disobedient. Why can't you be more obedient like Dean?' He was constantly saying that to me. Why does dad hate me?" Sam asked beginning to cry.

Dean sighed, he was so gonna kill his father. "I don't know, Sammy, but its not your fault mom died, you know that right?"

Sam nodded.

"And you weren't disobedient. You listened to dad just as much as I did. You tended to voice your opinion which I think dad hated, but you were never disobedient. You were a good kid." Dean said soothing his brother.

TBC...

Hey I know this chapter was pretty short, but I promise to make it longer. Thanks for all the reviews.~RogueStorm