They were setting Sam's arm. At least, that's what the nurse said. They'd taken an x-ray aftr they knocked Sam out, which they'd be billing Dean for, of course. Their insurance covered most of it, but there was a thirty-dollar copay Sam would have to pay him back for. Dean wasn't upset with Sam, though. He had a broken arm. Shit happens.

That's when he saw him. Luci opened the door to the hospital and walked to the front desk just feet away from them. He had a flashback to seeing Baby wrecked beyond recognition. He clenched his fist. Didn't Charlie say Sam kicked his ass to the curb? Luci was directed over to them. Great. He didn't want to deal with that bitch right now.

"Fucker," Dean said under his breath. Gabriel looked up, saw Luci, and turned as white as a sheet. Cas put a hand on Gabriel's arm.

"How is he?" Luci asked Charlie.

Gabriel stood up and shouted, "You stay the hell away from him." Luci took a step towards him, and Dean could tell they were going to come to blows. He didn't know what all happened with the break up, but if they fought, they'd all get kicked out of the hospital.

He got up and pulled Gabriel away down the hall.

"Dean, you don't understand. You can't let Luci see him," Gabriel said emphatically when Dean finally released him.

"It's not up to me," Dean said, "Sam just broke up with him. I don't have the right to get in the middle of that."

Gabriel shook his head and said, "Sam is going to kill me."

"For what?" Dean asked.

"Luci is abusive, Dean. He's been beating Sam. If you let him see Sam, he might kill him," Gabriel confessed. That was ridiculous. Sam knew better than to put up with an abusive boyfriend. He would've told him he needed help. He would've told him something.

Dean said, "Listen, Gabriel. I get that you don't like Luci, but I don't think—"

"I can prove it if you need me to," Gabriel interrupted, "But you cannot let Luci into that room."

"What do you mean you can prove it? Sam would've told me if—"

"Sam doesn't want you to know." That got Dean's attention.

"What?"

"He told me not to tell you. He thinks you'll blame yourself. He's probably never going to forgive me for telling you, but I won't just let that monster near Sam after what he's done."

Dean stared at him. What had he done?

There was no way this could be true. Sam was a good 6 inches taller than Luci. Even if Luci was violent, Sam would be more than capable to defending himself.

"I still can't-" he started.

Gabriel sighed, "For the love of God, Dean. Why do you think he wears long sleeves all the time? Why do you think he only showers at night when you guys are all sleeping? Why do you think he stopped inviting Luci over to your apartment?"

Dean shook his head.

"It's true, Dean," Cas said.

Dean turned to face his boyfriend.

"What? Cas?" Dean stuttered.

Cas fixed him with a gaze full of remorse, "I overheard them talking about it. Luci has been abusing Sam. He begged me not to tell you. I'm so sorry."

Dean looked over to where Luci was talking to Charlie and Dorothy. If this bullshit was true, he was going to put Luci through a wall.

"Show me," Dean said.

Gabriel walked over to Sam's hospital room and asked the nurse, "Can we see him?"

"He's not awake yet," she said.

"I know," Gabriel said, "Can we see him anyway?"

She looked at him with a confused glance but said, "It's up to his family."

Dean nodded once and walked in trailing Gabriel and Cas behind him.

"How much that x-ray set you back?" Gabriel asked as they approached Dean's sleeping brother.

"Thirty bucks," Dean answered.

"Might be worth it to order another one," Gabriel said. He put his hand on Sam's and looked at him for a minute.

"Dean, I need you to understand something," Gabriel said quietly, eyes not leaving Sam's face, "I'm in love with your brother. That is the only reason I told you anything. When he finds out I told you, he's not gonna want anything to do with me. I don't want him to-Don't tell him I showed you this, don't tell him how I feel, and, please, don't let him go back to Luci."

Dean's stomach tied itself in knots. It couldn't be true. He couldn't have let Sam be abused for five years. It couldn't be true.

Gabriel cleared his throat and lifted up Sam's shirt to his collarbone. There was so much bruising, Dean didn't even know where one started and another began. He was gonna be sick.

Sammy.

What the fuck.

Why didn't he tell him?

"Why didn't you guys tell me?" Dean asked, "How long was this going on? How come I never-Jesus, Sammy." He couldn't focus on anything past the bruising. Sam probably had a broken rib or two under all that. He must have been hit so much for it to get that bad. Dean thought about Sam's sprained ankle and wanted to punch himself in the face.

He looked at Gabriel, "Why didn't you tell me when you knew it was this bad?"

Gabriel looked at Sam briefly, then met Dean's gaze. "He asked me not to," he said.

"How did Sam break his arm?" Dean asked sharply. No more lies. He couldn't deal with any more lies. Sam should've fucking told him what was going on.

Gabriel sighed, "Luci. I don't know what he did, but Sam was on the floor when I got up there."

Dean looked at Sam's fresh cast. Fuck. He pinched the bridge of his nose and turned away from his brother. How did he not know? How could he have let his brother get so hurt? He took a deep breath.

"Dean," Cas started.

"You should've told me," Dean snapped.

"He begged me not to tell you," Cas said, "He was going to leave him. I would've told you if—"

"No, Cas," Dean cut him off, "I don't want to hear it."

Cas stopped him, "Dean, I'm sorry. I—"

Dean stepped around him, "Cas, we're not doing this."

Sam started to wake up. "Why is everything orange?" he asked. Dean turned to look at him. How had he let this happen?

Gabriel looked at Sam sadly and said, "I'm sorry. I had to. I had no other choice."

Dean couldn't be in there. He walked past his boyfriend and left the hospital room.

To the nurse at the reception desk, he said, "Please, do another x-ray on my brother. This time, on his ribs. I'll pay for it if my insurance won't. And do not let that guy into Sam's room." The nurse looked over at Luci, nodded, and paged another nurse to Sam's room.

Dean took a breath. How had he not known about this? Luci was so gonna die.

Before the anger set in, he felt nothing but hurt. He'd been lied to for a long time. He'd been so worried about hurting Cas that he hadn't expected Cas to hurt him. Yet he'd been hiding things from him for days. He knew there'd been something off with him. He shouldn't have dropped it. Cas should've been up front with him. He clenched his fist.

Fuck him.

Cas lied to him, Gabriel lied to him, Sam lied to him the most. But really, this was on Luci. He knew who the real enemy was.

Luci broke his brother.

Luci broke Sam and his Impala.

Deep breaths weren't working. If nothing else, he needed to do this for Baby. It was a long time coming.

He needed space. He needed time. He needed to kill Luci.

He walked to the waiting area, grabbed Luci by the arm, and hauled him out the door into the parking lot.

"What the hell, Dean," Luci complained.

Dean snarled, "You hurt my brother."

Luci rolled his eyes, "He asked for it."

Dean punched him square in the mouth. As he shook out his fist, he shouted, "You son of a bitch!"

It made him feel a little better, but this sick bastard hurt the two things he loved most. If he ever touched Cas, he didn't know what he'd do.

Luci held his jaw with shaky hands. "Was that really necessary?" he asked.

Dean swung his fist into Luci's gut, knocking the wind out of him. "I could do this all day," he said.

He grabbed fistfuls of Luci's jacket and pushed him into the hospital wall hard.

"What are you doing, showing your face here, you sack of shit?" Dean growled.

Luci grinned, "How else would we have these pleasant chats?"

Dean pulled his fist back, preparing to hit him again when Sam ran out and shouted, "Dean, stop! Don't hurt him."