I really hope you guys like this chapter! Sam finds out what's going on with Dean and they get to have a much needed talk. I really hope to have the next chapter up soon since I'm really getting into this now! You're reviews motivate me to write so hopefully I'll have it up as soon as tomorrow if you guys are excited! Thanks for reading and reviewing!

"Dean! What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Sam bellowed from where he stood in the doorway. Dean jumped and dropped the knife at the sound of Sam's voice; he started shaking as he realized that Sam had found him.

Sam stormed over to the bed where Dean was sitting and snatched up the knife that had fallen. He held it up to Dean. "What the hell were you thinking Dean?! You told me you weren't cutting anymore! Why would you lie to me??" It was obvious that Sam was furious with his brother because he was so worried about him. He didn't understand what was making Dean revert back to how he was before. They had made so much progress….

"I…I didn't lie to you. I j...just started. That was my first t...time." Dean stuttered and his voice wavered

"Why though Dean? Why would you start again? You just told me the other day not to worry because you weren't cutting anymore and now you go ahead and do it! I thought we were making progress Dean!!"

"I'm sorry." Dean mumbled as he shook. "I'm sorry."

Sam ran a hand through his hair as he sighed. "You won't tell me so what am I supposed to do? How am I supposed to help you? Dean…were you….were you trying to kill yourself?"

Dean finally looked up then, his watery eyes meeting Sam's. "No. No, I wasn't trying to kill myself." He told Sam in a stern voice before his voice got shaky again. "It's just…everything….and all these thoughts I was having…how worthless I must be...and I couldn't handle it. I needed some kind of release, I…."

"Whoa, Dean. Slow down." Sam told him, his voice now more gentle than it was before. "Why do you suddenly feel so worthless? I thought you believed in yourself now, that's what you told me. What happened Dean?"

But Dean just stared at Sam, not saying a word.

"Dean, please tell me. That's how you deal with problems you're having. You talk about them with people that care about you, not cut yourself. I know it's my fault; I wasn't there for you a lot when we were younger to help you. But I'm here now Dean and I want to know." Sam told Dean as he sat next to him.

"It…I don't know how to start…Sam…" Dean said and clutched his hair in his hands. That's when Sam realized that Dean's arms were still bleeding.

"It's okay Dean. Take your time. Here, I'm going to clean the cuts on your arms okay? While I'm doing that you can think of how to start or whatever." Sam told him as he stood up and started walking to the bathroom.

"Sammy?" Dean called out just as Sam was leaving the room.

"Yeah, Dean?"

"Please don't tell Jess about this." He whispered.

"Dean I think she has a right to know, she…" Sam started to argue

"I know, but Sammy please. I don't want her to worry. I…just…it would be better if she didn't know. Please Sammy."

"Okay Dean." Sam agreed. "I promise you."

Sam left the room and first went to throw out the knife. Then he headed towards the bathroom where he got the first aide kit.

Sam was glad to find while cleaning Dean's wounds that the cuts weren't deep and Dean hadn't cut over his veins. He didn't seem to need stitches in any of them. That fact proved to Sam that Dean was indeed not trying to end his life. The cuts would have had to be much deeper to cause him to bleed out. And from the look of all the other old cuts on his arm, these were nothing.

But still, his brother had caused this pain to himself. What was going through Dean's mind to make him want to hurt himself? What could be that bad? Sam was scared to find out, but he had to be strong for Dean. Sam's heart went out to his brother who just couldn't seem to ever catch a break.

When Sam had finished bandaging the wounds he returned to sitting next to Dean on the bed, waiting for him to speak up on why he did this. Dean seemed terrified to tell him so Sam put an arm around his shoulders, insuring Dean that he was there for him.

"Cassie…she…she came over yesterday." Dean started and looked up at Sam who nodded. "She made up some lame excuse of why she couldn't come with me to get the leg."

"What was the excuse?" Sam asked him

"I don't know something about her friend broke up with her boyfriend or something like that…" Dean mumbled anger evident in his tone.

"How do you know it was an excuse? Even though she should have put you over her friend." Sam knew it was cruel for Cassie not to go with Dean, but was it really worth cutting himself over??

"I'm getting there." Dean said through clenched teeth. "She didn't want a thing to do with me anymore, she was using me."

"She was using you? Dean what…" Sam didn't like the direction in which this was heading.

"Yes! She came into my room and didn't say one thing about my leg or anything. Then she literally attacks me Sammy and we fell onto the bed. She…she started making out with me and then she tried to….she tried…" Dean's throat closed up on him then as he could barely hold his emotions in any longer.

"She tried what Dean?? What did she try to do to you??" Sam's tone was full of worry and protectiveness. Dean saw Sam's hand clenching with anger and it was then that Dean allowed himself to remember just how much Sam cared for him. Sam was here for him, he cared about him, and he loved him. Dean should have just talked to Sam before he started hurting himself…but Sam was here now and it made him feel a hell of a lot better. It was then that Dean found the strength to carry on, to let his brother know the truth.

"She tried to rape me."

Silence filled the room for about ten seconds until….

"WHAT?!"

Dean had never heard Sam sound so angry before, it was actually kind of scary. Sam's eyes held intense fury like he was going to snap any minute and his face looked like a tomato. Dean didn't know if he should say anything else in fear of Sam blowing up, but he knew he had to.

"She knew I wasn't ready to have sex. She knew she was my first girlfriend. But she wouldn't listen to me telling her no. Then she started to unbutton my shirt when I threw her off of me." Dean whispered so quietly that it was nearly intelligible. "I…did I do something wrong? Is it my fault that I wasn't ready?"

"You did nothing wrong Dean. Absolutely nothing." Sam told him, his tone still with that menacing anger, his hands shaking as he gripped Dean tighter. "She knew you weren't ready, she should have respected you."

"But…Sammy. Do couples usually have sex after dating a month? Maybe she was expecting the norm? I don't know…." Dean moaned, he was so clueless about relationships.

"Dean. No. Look at me." Sam let the anger leave from his tone even though it was obvious he still was furious. But his brother needed him right now so he would put his anger at Cassie aside. "Dean, me and Jess haven't even had sex yet."

"What?!" Dean was shocked, Sam and Jess were engaged! "You've been going out for almost three years."

"Yes, I know. But Jess doesn't believe in having sex before marriage, it's what she was raised to believe. Even though I might not fully agree with her I'm willing to respect what she wants and what she believes in. We don't need to have sex to prove that we love each other and Cassie shouldn't need it either." Sam explained to his distraught big brother.

"I wish the whole sex thing was the all of it. Cassie obviously doesn't care what I want." Dean sighed.

"That's not all??" Sam couldn't believe there was more! No wonder his brother was such a wreck.

"She blabbed on about how any other guy would die to be with her. Then she left. I went to talk to her today and the door to her apartment was open. Sam….she was in bed with another guy. She…she was cheating on me." Admitting what had happened let a wall break inside of Dean as all of his emotions spilled out. He couldn't help it as he cried, Sam holding onto him even tighter, too angry to even speak.

"It…it just made me feel so worthless….like…like to girl will ever want to be with me! I always seem to be used, no one takes me seriously! Just…all that made me so depressed….it made me think of everything that was wrong with me. God Sammy…I'm so full of scars…so messed up. And…and that leg…that stupid leg! I'm on crutches and I can't even walk! I'm just dragging it along! No…no one will ever take me seriously!"

Sam wished by just holding Dean as he was doing right now that all his problems would go away. He didn't know what to say that would make Dean feel better. Every time Dean started gaining some confidence, every time it looked like he was turning a corner something had to shove him back. Why…why in the world wouldn't people give his brother a chance?? Why couldn't they see how amazing and wonderful he is??

"I…I thought she loved me…or at least liked me." Dean continued to sob and Sam continued to watch as Dean shattered into a million pieces that he feared would never come together again. "She just changed so quickly…it was almost as if she was another person…"

Sam jumped up quickly, an idea quickly springing into his head.

"Dean say that again."

"What…what??"

"What you just said last. Say it again." Sam told him

Dean thought for a moment. "…she was almost another person??" He sniffed.

"Dean. I don't think that was Cassie. I mean it was but….it wasn't really her." Sam said and untangled his arms from around Dean. He stood up and began inspecting the room.

Sure enough he saw that the salt lines into Dean's room and been screwed up. But that would have happened easily. Sam pushed Dean's rug to reveal the devil's trap hidden underneath to reveal that it had been broken ever so slightly…

"Sam…what??" Dean asked but Sam was already out of the room and checking the one in the living room under to rug. That one was also broken.

"Dean. Cassie's possessed."