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"Sam Winchester, I don't want to hear you talk about yourself like that ever again." Robin spoke with a strong confident voice. "You are not a monster. You are not a freak. You are a wonderful human being who has gone through hell and come out on top. I mean it."

Sam didn't respond except for a slight nod.

Robin turned off all the burners of the stove and signaled for Sam to join her at the table. Sam followed Robin's lead.

"Sam," Robin took a deep breath, "I know we don't know a whole lot about each other. But everything I know about you is good. And if you have demons in your past, well…they're in the past."

The corner of Sam's lip turned up in a slight smile. He had demons in his past all right.

"I want to tell you something. Something very personal from my past. This isn't something I just go around shouting, but…well here it is: When I was young, before I met Dean, I was the victim of a hideous crime."

Sam lowered his eyes to the floor. He didn't like where this was going.

"It was awful." Robin said in a voice that was low but matter of fact. "After that, I was a different person. I was shy, withdrawn, lonely, and constantly living in fear. Some of my fear came from the idea that it could happen again, but mostly, I was afraid that somebody would find out what had happened to me. I didn't want anyone to know. I was so ashamed. I felt worthless. I felt like no matter what I did, I would still never be worthy of anybody's love or respect. Sam, I couldn't have been more wrong. It wasn't my fault. I wasn't a bad person. I was a victim of a horrible crime. It took years for me to get help and move on. Years. I didn't see myself in the right light for a long time. Dean helped. He helped a lot, more than he knows. But I had to believe that I was worth something. I had to know it for myself."

Sam sat silent. Internalizing Robin's words.

"Now, I don't know everything you've been through," Robin said with a sigh, "I know about this most recent tragedy in your life, but I'm sure there were countless other wounds over years and years. Maybe some of those wounds are physical; maybe some are some emotional. But no matter what you've had to go through, I know you are a wonderful person with a kind heart. You are worth a lot Sam Winchester. I hope that someday you can know that for yourself. You are not a monster. You are a miracle."

Robin gently placed her hand on top of Sam's.

"Thank you." Sam said in a small voice.

Robin smiled then hopped up from her chair.

"Let's finish up this food and have a feast. What do you say?"

"Yeah," Sam cleared his throat and stood, "I'm starving."

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Two hours later Robin and Sam were sprawled on the couch surrounded by empty containers.

"Wow." Sam huffed out. As he spoke his lips tingled with heat left over from a spicy curry dish the two had made.

"Wow is right." Robin placed her arms across her stomach.

"I never knew there were so many flavors and spices." Sam licked his bottom lip still tingling with heat.

"Find any new favorites?" Robin asked.

"Tons." Sam smiled. "Thanks. For everything."

Robin nudged Sam's shoulder with her own. They sat in silence allowing their bodies to digest. After a minute or two Robin suddenly sat up, put a hand to her mouth, and then ran to the kitchen trashcan.

"Robin?" Sam chased after his sister-in-law. "You ok?"

Sam quickly filled a glass with water to hand to Robin as soon as she finished throwing up a large portion of what she had recently consumed. Robin wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and graciously accepted the glass.

"Thanks." She managed to say after taking a few small sips.

"Was it the food? Did we undercook something? Are you allergic to anything?" Sam pulled out a kitchen chair for Robin to sit on.

"I'm fine." Robin said taking a deep breath. She looked up and saw Sam's worried face. "Really. I'm fine."

"What do you think it was? Maybe the shrimp? Or did I undercook the chicken in the curry?"

"No, Sam, it's ok. It's not your fault. I shouldn't have eaten all that."

Robin would have consoled the troubled youth further but she needed to empty out a bit more of her meal.

"Well, it could be my fault." Sam ran a hand through his hair, "I'm so sorry. Want me to go get you some medicine? I can get Dean. I'm so sorry."

"Sam, really, it's not your fault." Robin laughed. She took another sip of water. Then in an amused voice she added, "It's Dean's."

"Dean's?" Sam was confused. "He hasn't been home all day."

Sam looked down at Robin and saw her cradling her stomach. It took him a minute.

"Really?" Sam asked with a smile.

"Really." Robin smiled.

"Does Dean know?"

"No," Robin got serious, "don't tell him…not yet. I've known for a little while now, but I just want to be sure. Then I'll tell him."

"Wow." Sam smiled at the thought of Dean and Robin with a little baby. The perfect family.

"Wow is right. But listen, you have to promise not to speak a word of this to Dean. Top secret. I don't want to get his hopes up until I know for sure."

"Top secret." Sam said while making a cross over his heart. "He's gonna flip when you do tell him…He'll be a great dad."

"Yeah. I think so." Robin took another sip of water. "Well, I'm going to get this evidence out of here." She said motioning to the garbage can.

"No, let me." Sam grabbed the garbage bag and tied it up. He started for the back door. Then turned to add, "Robin, I don't really know what mom's are supposed to be like…but…well I think you'll be the best one."

"Thanks, Sam."

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That night when Dean returned Sam found every excuse to avoid talking with him. He was great a lying, it was a skill he had called upon daily when he was hunting full time. But now, he was starting to show his emotions on his sleeve a bit more. Every time he looked over at Dean he couldn't help a small smile from escaping out onto his lips.

"What?" Dean asked during dinner. Sam had been acting strange all day. More smiley than usual.

"Hmm?" Sam asked with a full mouth.

"What?" Dean repeated, "Do I have grease on my forehead or something?"

Sam shook his head no.

Robin gave Sam a mock angry look.

"I shouldn't have left the two of you alone. I feel like secrets have been revealed." Dean helped himself to another slice of meatloaf. "You two were probably braiding each other's hair and talking about your celebrity crushes all day."

"Yep." Robin raised her hands in a show of surrender, "You caught us."

"Actually," Sam said, remembering a discussion from earlier that day at the grocery store, "Robin did tell me about the time you tried to kiss her, but your eyes were closed and you kissed her ear."

"Ah!" Robin laughed, "That was told in the strictest of confidence!"

Dean's face started turning a little pink. He remembered that day. Talk about embarrassing.

"Well Sam told me," Robin said, with a mischievous glint in her eye, "that one time your dad was out of town on business and you found a bottle of pink nail polish in the motel room…"

"Hey! I don't know what he told you about that, but I'm sure he was lying." Dean said.

"Oh really?" Sam said, dimples starting to form, "So you didn't paint your toenails pink 'just to see why girls like it so much'?"

Robin burst out laughing. Dean, her manly-car-fixer-upper-burgers-and-beer Dean, had once painted his toenails pink.

"I was 13! I was bored!" Dean confessed. "Besides, if I remember correctly, I had a mangy little brother who did the exact same thing."

"Ha!" Robin exclaimed, thrilled by the revelation.

Sam laughed, "Yeah…well…I had to do whatever my big brother did."

"Yeah," Dean nodded, "boy dad was pissed when he saw your toes."

Sam's smile faded.

Robin watched the laughter leave the brothers faces to be replaced with solemn expressions.

"I told you to pick it off. Or keep your socks on." Dean said in a low voice.

"I know." Sam sighed, and pushed around a piece of broccoli. "You tried."

Part of Robin wanted to ask what John Winchester had to say about the pink toenails. Then she thought about the marks on Sam's body, and the history behind Dean's move to Sonny's, and she realized she didn't need to ask.

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"No! Stop!" Sam shouted, "PLEASE! STOP!"

Dean's head popped up as he heard the screams echo through the house. He hurried to Sam's room.

"STOP! No more!" Sam screamed.

Dean shook his little brothers shoulders.

"Sammy, wake up." Dean shook Sam a little harder, "Come on, Sam."

Sam opened his eyes and looked at Dean with a fear Dean wasn't used to seeing anymore.

"Dean?"

"It's just me Sammy." Dean said, his voice tired.

Sam relaxed and slowed his breathing.

"I thought the nightmares were going away." Dean said. "Sam?"

"Huh?" Sam was still trying to process what was happening.

"You ok?" Dean asked, "Were you dreaming about that night again?"

Sam looked to his brother, then down to his own scarred armed, then back to his brother.

"Uh, yeah." Sam's voice was a little worn out from the screaming, "Yeah, sorry."

"You don't have to apologize." Dean said rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He adjusted himself and rested his head on the headboard.

"You don't have to stay with me." Sam said.

"M'kay." Dean said, closing his eyes.

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"So, you have been spending more time with your brother. How is that working out?" Doctor Wright asked.

"Fine." Sam said shifting his gaze back and forth between his shoes and his twiddling thumbs.

"Would you mind expounding on that a bit?"

"It's fine,' Sam shrugged, "I mean…he tries."

"Tries?"

"Yeah, I can see it. He wants to help. He wants to make it better."

"Make what better, Sam?"

"My life," Sam closed his eyes and, "his life? I don't know."

"Have you noticed any improvements?" Doctor Wright asked jotting down a few notes.

Sam only shrugged.

"Remember, this works a lot better if we both talk." Doctor Wright smiled at his patient. Even if Sam didn't notice it, there were subtle changes in his attitude. There was a chip in his emotional wall, and little by little it would crumble down until Sam was able to fully embrace all of his emotions again. Happiness included.

"The nightmares about…what happened. The ones with my dad." Sam's voice was slowly growing softer, "They're going away. I think."

Doctor Wright waited for Sam to continue.

"But I'm having these new ones. Ones that I can't explain."

"Can't explain?"

"Yeah, after that…night…I could only dream about it. Him." Sam felt an uncomfortable itch on his spine. "But it made sense. To still be afraid of him. Right?"

"It was a traumatic experience, naturally there would be lingering effects."

"Right," Sam sat up a bit, his voice gaining confidence, "It made sense. I could explain why I was still afraid. But these new nightmares…" Sam shook his head. "I think I'd rather have the old ones back."

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