Hey guys, sorry I didn't update earlier, this was my weekend home...anyway here's chapter 8.

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Chapter 8

Dean left Sam sleeping in the motel room and headed to the small grocery store up the street. He knew he shouldn't have left him, but they needed groceries and Sam needed more pain medicine. Drumming his fingers on his pants, he waited impatiently as the couple in front of him took their sweet time with their groceries. After paying for the groceries, he went to the closest pharmacy and picked up a refill for Sam's medicine. When he got back to the motel, he found the door slightly ajar. He had a bad feeling. Shifting the bags to his left arm, Dean pulled out his gun.

"Dad, I am sorry!" Dean heard his brother scream.

"Not as sorry as you're gonna be," his father replied.

Dean kicked the door open the rest of the way, and saw Sam pinned up against the wall. He dropped the groceries on the table and pointed the gun at his father's back.

"Dean," Sam cried.

"Drop him, John," Dean growled.

"Dean, nice of you to drop by. You always had a soft spot for this bitch," John sneered, smacking Sam across the face.

Sam whimpered, "Dean."

"Shut up, bitch! You are gonna pay for your disobedience. Never could learn to listen, could ya? I figured all the beatings and the rapes would make you behave, but I guess not. Guess I am gonna have to continue till you learn," John said smacking Sam again.

Sam whimpered again and Dean suddenly saw red. He went livid. He dropped the gun in his hand and lunged at his father. Dean gave his father a good hard kick in his back causing John to fall and Sam fell out of his father's grasp and on the floor. Sam curled up in the corner and whimpered. Hearing Sam's weak cries made Dean's blood boil. Standing over his father, he punched him in the face.

"You sonavabitch!" Dean screamed and punched John again.

"Dean," John managed to say weakly.

Dean punched John again, "Don't you ever touch him again! I will fucking kill you!" Dean continued to punch John until he seemed to be unconscious.

Dean then turned to his little brother and tried to soothe him, unaware that John was on his feet.

"Dean, look out!" Sam screamed.

Dean turned and John smacked him with the butt of a gun knocking him out.

*SPN*

"Dean!" Dean heard his brother call his name.

Dean moaned and opened his eyes. He was still in the motel room. Where's Sam? As if to answer his unspoken question, he heard Sam's voice.

"Dean!"

"Sammy," Dean moaned groggily.

Dean blinked and focused. He saw Sam on the bed; he looked like he was crying. He tried to move, but he found he couldn't move. What the hell?

"Oh, sorry about that Dean, but I had to tie you up," Dean heard John's voice.

Dean looked up just as John took a step closer to Dean. Dean struggled against his bonds.

"You know you were always my favorite. I always loved you and admired you, but then you decided to take to this little bitch here."

"He's my brother! I showed him more care than his own father did!" Dean screamed.

"That's right; you loved, cared and protected him. Which is why you are now tied to that chair and you are gonna watch as I rape your little brother. Show Sammy how much you really care about him." John sneered and walked over to Sam.

"Dean!" Sam screamed for his brother.

Dean struggled the whole time his father attacked his brother. His blood was beyond boiling point. He couldn't see, his vision was red. Each of Sam's screams fueled his anger. There was no doubt in his mind now, that fucking bastard is DEAD!

TBC...