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Previously :

Michael nodded in little smile. 'Well, I think I could leave him with you now, as you have known his past. Watch my bother, Cas."

"I will." I don't know why, but yes, I would love to watch him over, and taking a good care of him.

"Thank you. You're such a good friend, Castiel."

I just smiled.

Michael smiled back. Then he looked back his brother.

"Well I think he has settled now, we could go back to sleep till dawn."

I looked the clock, 'it has 3 am now'.

"Don't worry, he's alright."

I just nodded, and laid on the coach while Michael laid beside Sam, watching him over. I watched them mesmerized. Nobody thought that they weren't a brother! What a good big lad. I smiled, then tried to sleep.

Part 4 – You Can Trust Me, Sam...

I woke a couple hours later and Michael was still there, waiting his brother waking up. I soon remembered a horrify stories he told me last night. I looked at Sam with painfully.

"How is he?"

"Morning, Cas," he greeted me with smile.

"Morning. How is he?"

"Still hasn't wake up, but he's okay. He didn't much tossing last night, and he could sleep in peace. I think he's better now."

"His wounds?"

"He'll survive. He had much worst before," he smiled bitterly as he checked Sam's wounds. "The only thing I'm worried about was only his voice. I'm afraid he scared to talk again. It happened before. When his trauma came back, he stopped talking for almost a month. Back to square one. It was hard working to make him talked again. I hope he didn't this time. But he called Dean's name, so I think it didn't happen. He's a lot much stronger, now."

I just nodded.

"Ng… Michael, bout last night…"

"Castiel, I would appreciate it if you are not mentioning about his past in front of him. Pretend that you know nothing. All this time, we tried for not mentioning it again. He's still in recovery, and the best way for him is never brought it up again. So please, don't talk him about it. Someday, when he's ready and trusted you, he will tell you everything. Key?"

I nodded. "Sure, Michael, I won't mention about this. You can trust me."

He smiled, "Thank you."

I just nodded slightly and back to Sam,

"Guess, he will not fit to the class?"

"No, he won't. So of you mind, I'll stay till he really got better."

"No, I'll stay, Michael. I'll watch him. I don't fancy going, after yesterday…"

"Hey, don't make this affected to you. You should go. Don't missed your class,"

"Yeah, and thinking about him? No, thank you. I'm worry about him too, Michael I couldn't leave him!"

He's little bit shocked with my tones, then looked me carefully.

"What?" I protested with his eyes.

"No, nothing," he smiled. "Okay, if you insisted to stay with him. But still I have to stay, at least till he wakes up. I can't leave him too, Cas," he smiled.

"Yeah, of course. Stay as long as you need, Michael," I know how much he loves his brother.

He smiled then back to Sam who still a sleep. I watched him too.

He was still in uniform from last day. His naked bottom covered by the sheet, and he looked so peaceful. Indeed, he's hiding something. Some misery, which nobody would think about. Michael checked his back again. The blood had dried from long ago, and seems nothing to worry. His bottom was healing; even I think it's still painfully to him to sit. But nothing serious, he will okay. I looked his old scars more carefully. It was really over his bottom, and his thigh. My heart was like being ripped with the sight. I couldn't imagine what life he had been trough. Nobody can.

"Huh…Dean…?" there's a voice and he's stirring.

"No, Sam, it's me, Michael," he's smiling gladly.

"Michael? Why are you here? Shouldn't you at the class now?"

Michael just smiled, "I can't leave you, Sam, not until you alright."

"I'm alright, Michael, thank you," he smiled.

"I believed that. And I'm glad to hear you talking, Sam, I thought_"

But he smiled, "Don't worry Michael, it won't happened again."

"I know," Michael was so relieved.

"And please, Michael, don't tell mother. Don't make her worried. I'm okay, nothing to worry."

Michael just nodded. Then Sam turned into me

"Cas? You stayed too?"

"I can't leave you, Sam."

"I'm okay, Cas," then he tried to get up. He froze for the pain, and took a deep breath.

"Sam?" Michael looked much worried.

"Don't worry Michael, I've been through a lot worst," he gulped with his own words, then tried to sit.

"You shouldn't stay, Cas. I can take care myself."

"Yeah, after yesterday? He broke your skin, Sam."

"And it's my fault. I deserve it, Cas. I deserved for everything I've done," his face changed pale. Feel like he's ready to burst out. But he's hanging there.

'No, Sam! You're not deserved it.'

"I'm okay, Castiel, don't worry," he last words, to stop the subject. And I couldn't say anything just watched him like nothing happened. Maybe this is part of his healing. Even I know he's still hurt there, the trauma still haunted, he tried to get stronger. And I would help him.

***SPNSPNSPN****

Sam missed his class, and since then he was always haunted by nightmares. He was restless and tossing in his sleep. Michael wasn't there -it would bring him a detention if they found he's not in his room at night- so I stayed up for Sam. I was there for him. Just like what Michael's did, I wrapped, wiping and comforted him. Let him knows that he wasn't alone, that I was there with him, that he saved with me. It was so hurt for me to see him like this. But I could do nothing but to comfort him. I didn't know what's the real happened to him, what his father done, except that he made Sam's life as hell. I wanted him to share his bitterness, I want to feel his pain, but before he trust me it wouldn't happen, he wouldn't tell me. And this is much worse!

Every night I sat with him, comforted him in his restless and tossing sleep, wondering when will he telling me,

"You can trust me, Sam. You can tell me everything you want to tell. Please share with me," I begged him in my heart.

Two week passed. Back to the class, Sam was more quite than before. He took a lot of attention in every lesson, and never dare to wrote his journal on class again especially on Arkroyd class. And I was more watch over him, like he was my little brother. But slowly he recovered, even still sometimes he got nightmare and tossing all night, then he tried to get fit on the next morning for the class like nothing happened. Of course I was there comforting him. That was the only I could do for him for now. He hasn't told me anything. The pain of my heart was going stronger as he hasn't trust me. Michael told me to patient, as he needed time to trust someone outer his family. He said if I care of, just wait and the time will come. If course I care of him, and I'll wait for that time.

And that time was finally come.

It was night like before. Sam was slept early as I still have something to do with my home work. It was 12 midnight when I finished my homework and go to bed. I felt so tired and I just want to sleep. So I slept. But like usual, it was not along sleep as I was woken up by a whimpering voice. Just like nights before, Sam got another nightmares. Quickly I rushed to him and tried to calming him.

"Shss… it's okay, Sam, I'm here…" I wrapped him.

But he kept struggling. And he freaked out. He kept tossing and struggling, sweat over his head, and his hands was on covering his head and face, like he was protecting his face and there a tears slipped from his closed eyes. 'Oh God, this must be worst than before'

I tried so hard to calming and waking him up.

"Sam, shss… it's okay, you safe here, Sam…I'm here…"

But no used. He wouldn't calm, and he even more freak out. Tears run down in his cheek. I was devastated to calming him. I felt my own tears. I swear, right that time I wanted so much to rushed into Michael for helping him, but I couldn't leave him too!

"Sam, please…!" I almost screamed.

Then suddenly he woke up with the horror sight. Terrified eyes, shocking pale face and trembling lips. He was panting like just had 1000 m run, he breathe heavily.

"It's okay, Sam, you saved now. I'm here…" I grabbed his hand tightly and sponged his wet forehead.

He looked at me with his pale face as try to calming himself.

"It's okay it was just a bad dream, Sam. It's not real, it was a nightmare," when his breath begun to normal.

"Yes, it was," he answered with his trembling voice, made me stunned.

I sighed, "Well, but it's over now. You safe here, nobody can hurt you; I wouldn't let anybody hurting again."

He froze with my words then looking at me. And yes, I have to admit on him. I couldn't stand it much more.

I took a deep breath, "Yes, Sam, I know what have you been through... Michael had told me, what have your father done to you, your real father," I hold my breath. And he fell into sadness and breaking heart.

"I'm sorry, Sam, I forced him to telling me. I saw you scars, and nightmares you had every night. I have to know it, Sam. I care about you, and it hurt me to see you suffered like this without knowing what happened to you. But he hadn't tell me everything. He hadn't crossed your line, Sam."

He was still in breakdown.

"And it much hurt me to watch you like this, suffering from your nightmares. Now knowing what you freaked of. I know your pain, Sam, and I'm here. I'm here to share your pain. You can trust me, Sam, Share with me," I almost pleading.

I thought he would burst out to me. But he didn't. He just looked at me.

I didn't feel he likes to share it now, and I wouldn't expected that.

"Tell me when you are ready, Sam. When you have trust me…"

He still silent.

I sighed in hopeless. Then got up to fetch him water.

As I came back and sat beside him as he took the glass from me. He drank it slowly.

"I didn't know where to start, Cas," he finally spoke with little voice and trembled.

I was aware. 'Does he ready to tell me, now?'

"This would be a long story and wasn't a pleasant one," he adjusted.

I smiled bitterly, "I've been waiting for this, Sam. I have time to hear it, and no matter how horrible was it."

He didn't respond.

I gulped, uncomfortable.

"Where do you want me to start, Cas?"

I sighed, "What about from your nightmare you just had," I answered it carefully for not scarring him.

He looked at me in nervous.

TBC

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