Chapter 4: The Great Escape

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"I want to help him. I feel like I need to help him"

The words made their way into Dean's ears as he slowly opened the door to the bathroom. He stood in shock at the sincerity of Sam's voice. He couldn't help but clinch his eyes shut as hot tears flooded into his vision.

"No…" he whispered to himself as he shut the bathroom door once again. "I can't let him get into this…"

There was a small window above the bath tub in the bathroom he was standing in. He looked at himself in the mirror and then back to the window. It was obvious what he needed to do to keep this family safe from his retched life.

Dean looked around the bathroom cabinets and finally found an old gauze wrap and used it to bandage his hands. He then made his way to the window and slowly opened it, looking back to the door when he heard a small knock.

"Dean, you okay?" it was Sam, he was worried about him…

More pain banged in Dean's chest, he was so mad at himself for allowing someone to care about him. If his mom didn't even care about him, he shouldn't let anyone else. He knew something was bad about him, he just wasn't sure what.

"Dean…" Sam continued to try to get the younger man to answer.

Dean just closed his eyes tight again and lifted himself out of the window and down into some bushes about 5 feet below the window. After he was fully out of the house he took off running down the road, the opposite direction of his home and the sanctuary.

10 Minutes Earlier

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…"

"Well we can't let him keep getting hurt like this if his mother really is the cause…" Jodi stepped closer to the two men, worried clearly displayed on her face, "No one deserves this kind of pain."

"Where is his father? Could he stay with him?" Bubby looked at Sam as the boy looked to the ground.

"His father is dead…and He hasn't mentioned any other family…" Sam closed his eyes, he could feel a pit growing in his stomach. He just wants nothing more than to help Dean before Mary hurts him again.

"Well, Sam, what do you think we should do?" Jodi looked at Sam, waiting for an answer.

"I don't know…All I know is that Dean is being forced to think that hell is a place called home…" Sam clinched his fists to tight that his knuckles turned white.

"Look, Sam….Your father and I will talk about this, you should go check on Dean." Jodi weakly smiled at her step-son who just nodded and walked away.

Sam drug his feet to the bathroom door, unsure of what he would tell Dean, he was sure Dean wasn't expecting anything, but God knows he wanted to help.

Knock… There was no answer.

Knock… Still now answer.

"Dean" Sam called out softly, not wanting to sound mad or anything. "Dean are you okay?"

With no answer again, he tried to turn the door knob and found that it hadn't been locked. With a bit of surprise, he opened the door to find the bathroom empty, no one in there at all. Just the breeze from the opened window.

"Dean…." Sam ran to the window to see the bushes below messed up, a clear sign someone had jumped into them. Dean. Dean had run away. "DEAN!?"

Bobby and Jodi ran to the door of the bathroom to see Sam leaning back away from the window, a look of fear in his eyes. "He's gone, isn't it?" was all that Bobby said.

Sam just nodded.

The wind was starting to pick up a bit as Dean briskly walked down the country road just outside of town, his cheeks were starting to turn a light shade of pink from the cool air.

"Fuck winter…Fuck January!" he muttered his curses loudly as he tried to bundle himself into his leather jacket more.

After an hour of walking Dean came across an old barn with no signs of life. It looks like it'd been abandoned, but not for long. There was an old house near the barn and as he got closer he could see a yard full of cars.

Just as he got closer, he suddenly dropped to his knees with his hands on his head. Flashes of that very barn reeled through his head.

Dean sneaking around the barn.

Crazy people tying him up.

A small girl talking about eating him.

A memory of his voice screaming, "You hurt my brother…I swear…I will kill you. I will kill you ALL!"

And Sam… Sam in a cage.

"GAH!" Dean screamed as the visions faded from his head.

Slowly Dean opened his eyes to see that the barn was gone. All that remained was a big open field. "What the fuck?"

Dean stood slowly, confusion clouding his mind as he starts to run in the direction of where the barn once stood. He looks around and around. There nothing. Not even a single sign that the barn was ever there.

Sam rushed around in his room, packing a semi-large hiking backpack sitting his bed. He collected two blankets, some water bottles, his hidden saving, some protein bars and more.

Bobby walked into Sam's room with some clutched tightly in his right hand. "Sammy?"

Sam paused and looked up to his dad, a little confused. "Dad, I have to go find him…"

"Sammy, I know. It's okay. I want you to use this." Bobby held out a set of car keys.

Sam's eyes widened to the side of dinner plates. "W-w-what?"

"The old mustang I've been rebuilding, it's for you. I tried to have it done on your birthday, but I just finished it yesterday. Happy late birthday, son." Bobby had tears in his eyes as Sam ran over and bear hugged his father.

Jodi leaned on the door frame, watching her boys hug. "Alright you too, Sam has a mission. He's gotta go find that run away before his mother does. Lord knows if she's like the other abusive parents I've seen at the station…she won't just give him up."

Sam nodded firmly at her and took the keys from Bobby. He grabbed the fully packed bag off his bed, hugged his parents and dashed out the door to see his new mustang waiting for him.

He opened the door and tossed his bag into the passenger seat, places the key into the ignition and made the engine roar to life. A smile spread across Sam's face and he gunned it down the road.

"Dean… I hope I get to you first."

As Sam's tail lights disappeared into the distance, Bobby and Jodi stood on their porch, praying everything would be alright.

The roar of a loud, broken, engine echoed through the dark night as a banged up impala drives down a long country road, slowing to look for any pedestrians.

Mary sat in the driver's seat, rage burning in her eyes. She swerves the car back and forth as she looks around for her son. As she swerves she reaches over and grabs a newly opened bottle of whisky and take several large gulps, nearly emptying half the bottle in one go.

"Dean!" she shouted out of the window, "Dean come home!"

The impala rounded the corner of a large hill in time to see a figure drop to its knees in an empty field.

"Found you…"

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