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"Dean?" Robin came running out from the kitchen after hearing the commotion.
"I gotta go get him." Dean rubbed away the little line of blood coming out from the corner of his mouth.
"He ran away?" Robin almost added an 'already' but she didn't want to cause any trouble. She had anticipated some strong emotions and arguments but this was already more than she had imagined.
"He won't get far, I think I uh…ripped his stitches…accidentally."
"Of course." Robin raised an eyebrow. She should have kept a closer eye on the brothers. "Well let's get go find him."
"It's ok I'll go," Dean said grabbing his jacket off of the hook.
"Not without me."
"Robin he's my brother – "
"And you're my husband. Now let's get going before he gets too far."
…
Sam made it down the street and out to the main road before he really started to feel the effects of the stitches ripping. He was losing blood fast. Those cuts were deep and Dean hadn't exactly been gentle. Watching the blood seep out of his wound through the gauze reminded him of what had happened just a few nights ago. The memory made him shudder.
A Few Nights Ago
"You're sure this is going to work?" John asked. He watched as Castiel pulled a blade out from his trench coat and approached the metal table Sam was laying on.
"Yes." Castiel looked at the unconscious Winchester boy. The boy with the demon blood. An abomination.
"And he won't die?"
"It is likely that he will die. But I can bring him back." Castiel cut off Sam's shirt revealing a body covered in scars. "I can also remove these, when we are finished. Tie him down."
"Are you sure that we need –"
"John."
John nodded and got to work tying down his son. Sam started to stir. His eyes slid open as soon as John finished the final knot.
"Dad?"
"Hey, Sam."
"Dad what's going on?" Sam lifted his head to try and get a look at his surroundings. The last thing he remembered was his father's fist flying at his face.
"Remember how I told you that you needed help? Well…" John looked to Castiel, "well this man is an angel and he's gonna get you all the help you need."
"Angel? Dad? What – "
"I'll explain everything when this is over. I'm so sorry Sam, but this is the only way." John backed away from his boy.
"Shall we begin?" Castiel asked John.
"No!" Sam shouted as a blade was placed against his forearm. "Dad! Please!"
John closed his eyes and nodded his approval.
Once all of the incisions were made, it was just a waiting game.
"Dad, please…make…stop…please…" Sam's eyelids were drooping. His cries of pain had died down to whispered pleas. "Daddy?"
John could feel his heart trying to jump out of his chest. Sam only called him that when he was having a nightmare. If only this was just a nightmare.
"Isn't there another way? You're an angel, couldn't you just snap your fingers and change his blood?" John asked.
"It is not that simple."
"Well can you at least take the pain away or something?" Hearing the now quiet sobs of his child wasn't an easy thing to endure.
Castiel waved a hand over Sam's bloody neck. He didn't take away the pain; he just cut Sam's vocal cords…temporarily, of course.
"Thank you." John said with a sigh of relief, thinking his boy was no longer suffering.
….
"Hey, kid!"
Sam jumped. He turned to see that a man in a truck had pulled off to the side of the road.
"That blood?" The man asked.
Sam didn't answer.
"Hop in, I'll get you to the ER."
"No." Sam started walking again. He couldn't go back to the hospital. Too many doctors, questions, memories. Sam took another step and stumbled to the ground. The blood loss was really getting to him.
The man put his truck in park and hopped out.
"Hey, look kid, you need help." The man helped Sam up and escorted him to the passenger side door. "Now, your folks probably told you never to get into a strangers car, but something tells me they also never knew their boy would be bleedin' out on the side of the road. Name's Sonny. Now we're not strangers anymore, so let's get you in."
Sonny opened the door and helped Sam inside.
"Just hang on for a minute and we'll get you some help."
"No hospital." Sam started to fight back, trying to get out of the truck.
"Hey, hey look you need help." Sonny looked down at the bloody bandage as well as the clean bandages on the boy's other arm and his neck. He also noticed some blood on the kid's knuckles.
Sonny tried to get him to stay in his seat, but as soon as he'd step away from the door Sam would open it and try to flee.
"No hospital," Sam said again.
"Fine! Fine!" Sonny conceded. At this point he just needed to get moving so he could help the boy. "No hospital."
Sam nodded and let his head drop back on the seat.
"What's your name?" Sonny asked, as he put the truck in gear and sped off in the direction of the Boy's Home he ran.
"S'm."
"Sam? Sam what?" Sonny asked, trying his best to engage the boy and keep him from slipping into unconsciousness.
"Jus S'm." Sam may have been exhausted and weak but that didn't mean he was stupid. He didn't need this stranger knowing his life story.
"What happened to you?"
"N'thing"
"Uh huh." Sonny was growing more and more suspicious. Had the kid busted out of some psych ward or something?
"You got folks I should call?" Sonny asked.
Sam shook his head no.
"You got folks?"
Another negative.
"How old are you?" Sonny asked as he pulled to a stop in front of the house.
"Ol' nuff." Sam slurred.
"Mm sure." Sonny killed the engine and got to work getting Sam inside.
…
"Someone must have picked him up." Robin said looking down at the little puddle of blood. They had tried going off in every direction from the spot but the blood trail didn't go any further.
"Great!" Dean ran a hand through his hair, "Now he could be anywhere."
"Well anyone in their right mind would have taken him to a hospital." Robin said, trying to calm her husband.
"Yeah and just my luck he was picked up by some wackjob, and he's halfway to New Mexico." Dean didn't even want to start thinking about all of the horrible creatures Sam could be riding shotgun to.
"It's only been a few minutes. Come on let's go home, get the car and check the hospital and clinics."
Of course, Sam was nowhere to be found. The next few hours were spend driving around town looking for any sign of Sam.
"Dean…"
"He's around here somewhere." Dean said, his eyes scanning the roadside.
"Dean, honey, it's late. We're not going to find him tonight. We left our number with the hospitals so unless you want to call the police –"
"No." Dean didn't need the police finding out about this. He had just become Sam's legal guardian and he didn't need Sam being taken away from him again. He didn't know what the police would do.
"Alright…well how about we try to get some sleep and then start again at sunrise? We'll be more on our game, and maybe there will be some kind of street camera footage or something."
Dean didn't want to stop his searching, but he knew Robin was right. At this point there wasn't much he could do.
…
"Mornin' sunshine." Sonny boomed. He set a tray of steaming hot breakfast food down on the nightstand.
Sam tried to prop himself up but he couldn't find the strength.
"Hang on, I gotcha." Sonny helped ease Sam into a sitting position, propping him up against the headboard of the bed.
"Thanks," Sam whispered, embarrassed by his weakness.
"If you really want to thank me, you'll tell me your story." Sonny sat down on the empty twin bed next to Sam's.
Sam lowered his eyes. This man had been nothing but kind to him, but he didn't want to have to tell him anything.
"Come on Sam. You don't have an explanation for the guy who probably saved your life?"
Sam opened his mouth to protest, if Sonny hadn't stopped, Sam would have passed out and Dean would have stumbled upon him. At least, that's what Sam expected would have happened. Then again, Dean might have not bothered following. Sam didn't know who his brother was anymore, or if they were even brothers anymore.
"Surgery?" Sonny asked. He knew the kid didn't want him prying, but there were some things he needed to know if he wanted to make sure this kid didn't die in his house. He had noticed the precision of the cut while sewing it back up.
Sam shrugged.
"Self inflicted?" Sonny asked.
Another shrug.
"Gang?"
Sam shrugged again. This game was getting a little old.
"Your old man?" He had also noticed the smattering of cuts, scars, and bruises on the kid when he had switched out his bloody shirt for a clean one.
"No." Sam said just a little too fast and with a little too much ferocity.
Sonny nodded. He had seen his fair share of abused kids, but this boy took the cake. No wonder the boy hadn't wanted to give out a last name.
"Ok look Sam, I'm only trying to help you here. But I'm gonna need you to help me a little too. If you don't want to go back to your old man that's fine, but I can't keep you here without any legal authorization. I mean I have to at least let the CPS know you're here. I can't have the cops thinkin' I've turned into some kind of crazed kidnapper. Bad for business."
Sam kept his gaze low. He didn't know how he was going to get out of this little jam.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Finally, a little luck.
"I'm gonna get that. You dig in to my famous pancakes, and we'll finish this conversation when I get back."
Sam nodded. At least this would give him some time to think up some kind of game plan. His head was still a little foggy after last night.
Once downstairs, Sonny swung open the front door to greet his guest.
"Sonny."
"D-Dawg!" Sonny brought his boy into a warm embrace. "Married life treating you well? How's Robin?"
"Good, uh good, look I need your help." Dean looked like he'd just been hit by a bus.
"Anything kiddo." Sonny led Dean inside and shut the door behind him. "Need help burying a body?" He was just trying to get Dean to lighten up a bit.
"More like finding one." Dean sighed, "My brother, he – "
"Sam." Sony said. Things were becoming clear and muddled at the same time.
"Right, my brother Sam, he uh, well it's a long story…"
"Let me shorten it for you Deano. He's upstairs."
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