Chapter 3

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1 month later…

Dean has started to come see Sam almost daily to talk and sometimes just to sit in contentment. Sam enjoyed spending more and more time with the younger man, he's started to see him as a younger brother of sorts. Their relationship grew in leaps and bounds from that first day.

"Where have you been!?" Mary screamed as she threw a heated pan at Dean's head as he steps into the house.

The pan narrowly misses his head and crashes into the doorframe next to him. The crash causes Dean to scream and dash to the floor, "What the fuck woman!?"

Mary stormed into the room, rage clearly displayed on his face. "Where have you been, Dean!?"

"I was with friends, I'm sorry!" Dean started to slowly crawl away from his mother and she advanced towards him.

"You don't have any friends! You are a worthless, lying, useless waste of space!"

The words she spilled out cut Deans heart like knives, causing tears to slowly trickle down his cheeks.

The sight of Dean's tears just angered Mary more. She reached towards a small coffee table near them and grabbed a vase that was seated on top.

"Mom, please! God, I'm sorry!" Dean begged as he saw her raise the vase above her head.

"I don't you to never call me mom!" She threw the vase with all of her strength, smashing it against Dean's arm as he shielded his face.

"Gah!" the young man screamed as glass shattered into his arm and all around him on the floor.

"This won't do…" the words were muttered and barely audible, but Dean heard them. Mary huff at her 'son' and walked away back into the kitchen, but not before she kicked her heeled food right into Dean's abdomen.

Dean's tears began to flow down his cheeks like water falls as he tried to force his self to breath evenly again. He remained on the floor for a few minutes until he started to hear his mother rooting through the massive amount of cast iron pans she had. Suddenly, Dean hurried to his feet in panic, cutting himself on the glass.

"Dean, mommy is co-" Mary was cut off as she entered the room just to watch Dean dash out the door, leaving behind a small trail of blood drops. This angered Mary as she ran to the door trying to stop the man. "Dean! You get back here! Right now!"

Dean ignored his mother, all he wanted was to feel face. He just wanted to be somewhere he didn't need to be scared, so he headed towards Lucifer's place.

A small chime rang as Dean stumbled in through the door of the sanctuary, his breathing was labored and he kept his eyes low.

Sam smiled to himself and greeted the guest Dean with a chipper "Hey, I'll be right with you!" before looking up and losing his breath. He stood and nearly jumped over the counter and ran to Dean's side.

Sam could see that Dean was in pain, his hands her bloody and his eyes were blood shot with tear stains all across his face. "Oh my god, Dean what happened!?"

"Mary…" was all that Dean muttered as he finally gave in completely to his pain and emotions. He fell to his knees, sobbing harder than even the day he lost his father. "My mommy did this to me!"

Sam stared in utter shock for a moment, he felt as if seeing this man in front of him crying like this was the most foreign thing that he could ever see, he was unsure why. After a few seconds Sam shook the odd feeling and kneeled down next to Dean, resting a hand on his shoulder. "De?" He asked, the nickname just coming out as if he'd always used it.

Dean sniffed as his sobs calmed under Sam's touch. "I'm sorry…" was all he could utter with his, now, sore throat.

Sam just smiled weakly at him, "It's okay," Dean looked up to Sam with teary green orbs, making Sam's heart ache, "Hey, I've got an idea! How about we go back to my place for some dinner? Then we can watch some TV."

Dean just stared at Sam in shock, he'd never really been to anyone's house before. Mary didn't approve of him having any close friends. But every bit of courage he had, need nodded yes.

Sam and Dean walked in silence to Sam's house, which just down the road from the sanctuary. A few times Dean would get lost in his own thoughts and would wind up tripping on the old sidewalk. This would cause Sam to have to catch him before he hit the grown. Each time Sam saved Dean from hitting the concrete, it felt as if the older had saved him from something far worse than a few scraps on his face. It felt as if he'd saved his life.

These strange feelings would come and go for both of them. Over sometime the past few weeks the two started to feel like they'd known each other much longer than the month they had, but it wasn't all bad. The familiar-ness helped them open up to each other. Helped them get closer. Sam even started to feel somewhat protective of the younger man, much like an older brother to a younger brother.

Sam's house came into video about 30 minutes walking, Dean sighed in relief as Sam pointed at their destination. "There it is, not much longer"

Dean gave a shallow smile when he saw Sam glance at him from the corner of his eye.

Bobby was standing at the door waiting for Sam to come home, he was a little shocked to see Dean trailing close behind him. As the boys walked up the front steps, Bobby placed his hand on Sam's shoulder with a concerned look, "Dad, this is Dean" was his only answer.

Dean gave a shy wave, trying to keep his stressed face hidden in the darkness of the night.

Bobby could see the fresh bruising on Dean's face when he looked up to acknowledge the older man. Bobby just lipped, 'come talk to me' to Sam and openly lead the two into the house. Sam took this opportunity to show Dean to the hallway restroom so he could clean himself up.

Once Dean was safely out of voice range, Bobby spoke, "What happened to him? You didn't have anything to do with this did you? I remember when you and Lucifer used to get into trouble in high school Sam."

Sam held his hands up in defense, "I didn't I swear! Dean comes to the sanctuary to talk. He comes almost every day. He said his mom did this…"

Jodi stepped into the room with Bobby and Sam, a sad look on her face, "How can a mom do that?"

Bobby and Sam looked over at her in confusion.

"Look, you bring a stranger in my home, I get a good at them…" she looked at them as if they were both stupid.

Bobby nodded and turned back to Sam, "You said his MOTHER did this?"

Sam looked into his dad's eyes and nodded. "Yea, I asked him and he said Mary. His mom forces him to call her that."

Bobby's clinches his fists as he looked at Sam, "How old is he?"

"He's 18, he's in college. I want help him. I feel like I need to help him…"

Dean thanked Sam as he closed the bathroom door and turned slowly to look into the mirror. He could see his reflection, or at least his body's reflection. Every time he looked in the mirror he felt like he was looking at a stranger, someone that he wasn't meant to be.

With a frustrated sigh and a shake of his head, he walked towards the sink and turned on the water, finally washing all of the dried blood from his cut up hands he's kept hidden from everyone in his pockets.

"Son of a bitch…" Dean hissed at the warming water filled the cuts on his hands.

The soreness of his wounds just angered him. The fresh blood spilling into the sink sickened him. The bruises on his face made him feel worthless. He didn't want to deal with this anymore, let alone bring anyone else into his life to deal with it too. His father must not have wanted to stay either, or he'd still be here.

New tears started to well up in Dean's eyes at the thought of his father. His father left him behind to deal with this world alone. He didn't have a mom, he didn't have friends, he didn't have anyone. Even Cass and his brother were going to leave him eventually. And Sam…

Sam…

Sam…

Dean just stared at himself, his green eyes glowing in the light of the bathroom. He didn't want to picture the world where he couldn't go talk to Sam. Where he couldn't sit in a room and just be with him.

Sammy…

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