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Chapter 12

Dean woke up on the ground, his head hurt. Getting to his feet he glanced around for Sam and John. Damn it. They were nowhere to be found.

"Sammy!" Dean screamed and ran into the house.

"Dean what the hell?"

"Where's Sammy, Bobby?"

"I don't know. The last time I saw him, he was with you and John outside. Dean what is going on?"

"Bobby, help me find them."

"Dean, what's the hurry? What is going on?"

"Just help me find them!"

"Don't you dare take that tone with me, boy."

Dean sighed, "Bobby, if we find them, I promise to tell you what's going on, but right now I need to find Sammy. Are you going to help me or not?"

"Of course."

Dean and Bobby tried different tactics in locating Sam and John. After an hour of unsuccessful tries, Dean was becoming more and more agitated. He was beginning to lose hope when his phone rang.

"Sammy?"

"Not even close."

"You fucking asshole! What have you done to him? I swear John, don't you dare hurt him."

"Too late for that," John chuckled.

Dean gripped the cell phone, "What have you done? I swear I will break your fucking neck."

"Relax, Dean. Sammy's still alive, for now that is. Listen I will make a deal with you; I will give you one hour to come and save your precious bitch. After that, Sammy will die. I will kill your brother. You don't want that to happen on your watch, do ya? Prove to little Sammy that his big brother cares about him," John said.

"Where?"

"Super eight motel, Sioux Falls. One hour Dean," John said then disconnected the call.

"Fuck!"

"What did he say?"

"I have one hour to get to the super eight motel in Sioux Falls or Sammy dies."

"Well what are we waiting for? Let's go."

"Bobby, you don't have too. This isn't your problem."

"Dean, you boys are like family. Now I don't know what John did, and I don't really need to know. All I need to know is that John went overboard, which of course he's always done. I will do whatever it takes to help you and Sam."

Dean felt overcome with emotion, which is unlike him. He is only emotional when it comes to protecting his little brother. "Thanks Bobby."

Bobby just nodded and grabbed his gun. Then followed Dean to the impala.

*SPN*

Dean and Bobby made it to the motel in half an hour.

"Now we just have to figure out his room," Bobby said and headed up to the clerk's office.

"Bobby, wait," Dean said walking a little past him.

"What?"

"Listen."

In the distance, a couple of doors down, they heard "Your brother's not gonna save you. You are my bitch."

"John?" Bobby asked.

Dean nodded and pulled out his gun, checked the magazine and then headed toward the voice, but Bobby stopped him.

"Wait a sec, Dean. What are you gonna do?"

"What do you mean what am I gonna do? I am going to fucking kill that bastard. No one, not even John, messes with Sammy and gets away with it."

"Hold on, son. Don't you think we should have a plan? We need to be rational about this."

Dean glared at Bobby, "Rational? You want a plan? Here's the plan: Open the door, shoot John and rescue Sammy."

"Dean, I know you want to save Sam, but you-…"

Dean pushed Bobby, "Get outta my way, Bobby."

Bobby grabbed Dean and turned him around, "Now look, Dean I know you are mad at John for whatever reason, but don't you think you are overreacting just a bit?"

Dean blew up, "MAD? OVERREACTING? Bobby, I am way beyond mad, I am furious, enraged. You think I am overreacting? That asshole has been abusing my brother for years! I am done with his ass. This ends now."

Bobby looked stunned; he's seen Dean mad, but never like this. He didn't know what to say.

"You could you stay there and look stunned or you can help me. But either way, I am going to save my brother and kill father," Dean said and walked away.

Bobby just followed him wondering what John did to make Dean act the way he was acting right now.

*SPN*

"Dean." Sam moaned.

"Your brother is…"

"Right here."

John turned and saw Dean and Bobby in the doorway.

"Dean," Sam moaned.

Dean turned and glanced at Sam. He was on the bed clenched over in a bloody mess. He started to feel his body go hot with hatred and rage.

"Shut up, bitch!" John screamed and punched Sam in the face, then turned to Dean. "Well, well, well. I should applaud you, not only did you make it here before the hour, but you brought back up."

"John, let the boy go," Bobby said.

"Why? I am doing him a favor. This is toughening him up to be a better hunter."

"A better hunter? Somehow I don't buy that. I will make this simple; let Sammy go or else."

John laughed, "Or else, what?"

"Simple; I will kill you."

"Somehow I don't think you will. You couldn't do it before, what makes you think you can do it now?"

"John, what did you do? Dean, John, how about we try and talk this over. I know you have father, son issues, but this is not the place for this."

"Father, son issues? I am way beyond father, son issues. There is no way to sit and talk about shit. Oh and Bobby? Bang up job helping."

"Dean, listen."

"No, Bobby, you listen. For years, got it years, this bastard abused my brother."

"I know, Dean. John used to hit the two of you. You used to complain about that all the time."

Dean sighed, "No Bobby, that's not what I am talking about. John raped my brother for years. Remember the time we came back from that hunt and found Sammy on the floor? That was because of him."

Bobby stood shocked, that was not what he expected to hear. John raped his own son?

"What kinda sick bastard rapes his own son?"

Before Bobby could react, Dean headed toward John, but he was ready for him. John ducked the blow and landed a blow of his own to Dean's abdomen. This caused Dean to stagger, but he came back just as hard swinging. John grabbed his oldest son by his neck strangling him. Bobby shook himself out of his trance and hit John on the back of his with his gun. Dean dropped on the floor gasping for breath. John turned to Bobby and punched him in his gut.

"Getting rusty in your old age, Bobby," John sneered.

"Fuck you," Bobby retorted.

John laughed, "That's the best comeback you got? That's weak."

Bobby managed to get another hit to John's chest, causing him to stagger. Just as John was heading back toward Bobby, he fell. Bobby looked up and saw Dean holding a gun. Bobby walked over to John and felt for his pulse.\

"He's dead."

"Good. This time stay dead."

Dean ran over to Sam with Bobby behind him. "Sammy? Can you hear me?"

"D'n."

"Yeah, kiddo, I'm here."

"Wh'r d'd?"

"Dead. This time for good."

"Dean, we need to get him to a hospital. This looks really bad."

"How do we-…"

"Put him under my name."

"Okay, I guess. Fourth time we've been to the hospital, I bet Sammy's getting tired."

"Maybe so, but Dean, this is really bad. He needs medical attention."

"Okay," Dean turned to Sam. "Can you walk Sammy or you want me to carry you?"

"Walk."

Dean helped Sam to his feet and walked to the car with Bobby trailing behind.

*SPN*

Hours later Dean sat in the chair next to his brother's bed. Bobby stood by the door.

"He'll be okay Dean."

"Yeah."

"I'm serious. Sam's a strong kid."

"If he's so strong, how come dad hurt him? Why didn't he do something?"

"Dean."

Dean looked and saw Sam staring at him with tears rolling down his cheeks.

"I'm sorry Sammy. I'm not mad at you, it's me. I am angry at myself."

"Why?"

"Because I did a bang up job protecting my little brother. I almost got you killed."

"Dean, that wasn't your fault."

"Yes it was, Bobby."

"No, Dean. Bobby's right; it's not your fault. If it hadn't been for you, I would have been dead."

Dean sighed but said nothing.

"So when can I leave?"

"In a hurry?" Dean laughed.

"You know I hate the hospital."

"I know, Sammy. But unfortunately, you're gonna be here for a while."

"How long?"

Dean shrugged and glanced at Bobby, who shrugged, "I don't know, a few weeks probably."

"Yeah and then you're coming back to my place and get better."

Sam looked down, "I get what you're saying. No hunting."

Bobby and Dean nodded, "Sammy you can't hunt. Who knows how long it will be before you can hunt again. Not only is your body damaged, but you've been through a traumatic experience."

"I understand, Bobby."

"Good."

"Dean?"

"Yeah, Sammy?"

"Is dad dead? For real this time?"

"Yeah, kiddo. We never have to worry about him again. I promise."

"Well, I gotta go. I will be back tomorrow," Bobby said.

Dean nodded and got up, "I will be back, Sammy."

Sam nodded and Dean and Bobby headed to the elevators.

"Bobby, I am worried about Sammy."

"Don't worry, Dean. Sammy will bounce back; it will just take him some time. He's been through a lot."

"Yeah."

Bobby patted Dean on his shoulder then walked into the elevator. Dean headed back to Sammy.

TBC...