Sam did not sleep well; he tossed and turned most of the night before Dean's breathing finally lulled him into a fitful sleep. A million things weighed down his mind, filling his dreams with fading images of Dean mocking Sam and then disappearing all together. Sam woke drenched in sweat with his sheets sticking to his bare skin. Dean was still fast asleep on the floor, bloody scratches running down his firm back and sides. Sam worried his bottom lip with his teeth as he stared down at his slave. A sharp stab of guilt hit his stomach as he noticed the small trickle of dried blood between the man's thighs. Falling with a gentle thud to his knees, Sam ran a hand through Dean's hair before letting his hand drop.

"Dean?" Sam had never officially called the man the name that had been filling his mind. "Wake up, Dean. I…you need to go to the doctors. God, I'm so sorry." Dean was still asleep, his breathing calm and even. "Dean?"

Dean's eyes fluttered open, confusion instantly lining his features as the name sunk in. He moved to cover his nude body with a dress shirt that had been shed the night before. Dean looked calm, as though he expected nothing more than treatment Sam had given him. The man looked down at the bloody marks and frowned slightly, cringing in pain as he pulled himself from the ground. There was an odd air of pride and simple modesty to Dean, he seemed proud of his injuries but he seemed almost insecure about his body. Sam mumbled to Dean about needing to shower and get ready for school before disappearing into the bathroom. Letting the hot water wash away his stress and guilt, Sam stood in the hot flow of water until his skin was wrinkling.

Dean was already dressed and waiting by the door when Sam left his bathroom, dressed in his school uniform consisting of a red blazer and khaki pants. Sam awkwardly pulled at his tie, feeling a bit out of place in his own room. Sam sighed deeply before pulling the door to his room open. Dean walked out before Sam, his legs slightly more bowed than the day before. Sam left Dean at the bottom of the stairs, heading out to his car in the crisp morning air. Sliding into his Mercedes, Sam escaped the hell that had become his home. He wasn't sure of he was running from his father or the man he had raped the night before.

XOXO

Private school was anything but glamorous, students filing into the institution in uniform outfits, and uniform hairstyles. Sam stood out because his hair was longer than most of the boys in school; he stood out because he was too tall and too muscular. Sam stood out because he had no intention of being a duplicate of his father. The fact that he was different had two affects on the school; Sam became somewhat of a novelty, therefore he was popular, but Sam was disconnected from his peers. He had friends, people whom he talked to in the hallways and sat with during lunch but there was never any connection. No one knew Sam; he was simply the rich gay boy who was a bit of a rebel.

The day passed slowly, Sam was quickly given a large pile of makeup work for the many days he had missed and then shipped to a seat near the middle of the classroom. His teachers did not remember his name and he honestly couldn't remember their names. None of it mattered because Sam had bigger concerns, things that went far beyond the spectrum of high school. He had raped his slave, injured him and left him standing at the base of the stairs. Dean would be taken care of, sent to the family physician who would discreetly tend to the man's wounds before sending him home. It was all too familiar because it had happened to his father's slave multiple times and it always followed the same pattern. Although, Dean was new and had just received a full medical run down, they would take his blood and add a tracker into his head to ensure that he never leave.

The problem with having everything handed to you was that you never had to take responsibility for mistakes. Sam had the distinct feeling he would be paying for his cruelty towards his slave. He wasn't sure if the idea of consequences thrilled him or terrified him, all he knew was that he wanted to get home to see Dean. The image of Dean standing at the bottom of those spiral stairs the first time they met drove Sam through his day, propelling him through classes he had never bothered to attend. Sam all but ran from the school, much to the dismay of his social group. The drive home was taken at a speed that was not legal, but he managed to make it in record time. Throwing the door to his fancy car open, Sam launched himself at the front door to his house, barely grasping the handle before it turned, seemingly on its own accord. From the other side of the threshold, John Winchester's lawyer stared up at Sam.

"Ah, Mr. Winchester, just the man I was hoping to see. Your father would like to have a word with you, he was hoping you would return before I left and now it seems you have. Follow me." Sam followed Linberg into his father's office, feeling slightly out of place as he was escorted through his own home.

John Winchester was as usual, yelling into his phone. Dean was sitting across from the man, a small bandage on his arm from where the needle had drawn blood. Sam cocked his head to the side, confused as to why his father would have his slave not only in his office, but seated in a chair. John Winchester was not a polite man and he certainly did not cater to the needs of his slaves. John set his phone down with a small thud and motioned for Sam and Linberg to sit next to Dean.

"Sam, we have a problem." His father's tone was cold but thin worry lines creased his forehead. "As you know we do a DNA test on all of the new editions to the staff, I wanted you to make sure that this was the slave for you before running these tests. It seems there is a bit of a problem with this particular slave-"

"Is he sick? He's okay, right?" The words left Sam's mouth before he was able to stop them, a small bubble of fear popping in his stomach as he stared at his father. Fear for Dean, fear of his father.

"No, Samuel, your slave is not sick. The doctor was running a scan on your DNA, ensuring that you had not contracted anything that could have been given to the slave when he noticed some similarities in your DNA and Dean's. He ran a test and discovered that you both have the same father." John Winchester simply stared at Sam, his eyes unwavering and his expression cold.

"Wait, you have an illegitimate child? Oh fuck, tell me I didn't sleep with my brother." Sam felt familiar anger building and twisting his insides.

"No, I did not. I'm afraid that I need to inform you that Mary and I adopted you as an infant. Mary is unable to have children and adoption seemed to be the most appropriate idea. We never felt the information would serve you any good so we never told you. You and Dean are most definitely brothers, I'm sorry." He didn't sound sorry; his voice was still flat and void of all emotion.

Sam wanted to die, his insides crawling up until he felt the familiar burn in his throat. Falling to his knees, Sam let the contents of his stomach go. He looked up at Dean, tears threatening to spill and suddenly it all made sense. This was his punishment, Sam was losing everything because he had hurt Dean enough to send him to the doctor. Briefly, Sam wondered if he was going to lose Dean, if he would be taken away. A painful clench in his heart made his decision for him.

"Please, don't take him away." Sam was pouting like a child loosing his favorite toy and he didn't care. Dean was the only real thing he had in his life and he wasn't letting the man go without a fight.