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Guess who's back!

So because I didn't want to rewrite a bit of the story I left the stuff I said I would take out last chapter, however I am in a better frame of mind to include it so it did not negatively affect me to do so.

I am going to college at the end of the summer so that is exciting but I don't know exactly what that will mean for any stories I have open, so there's my heads up.

Hope you enjoy!

Dean stared at his brother in horror. What the hell just happened? He had seen the resigned look on Sam's face as he reached towards their father's pants, had seen him preparing himself mentally for what he was about to do but why did he feel like he had to do it?

"What the in ever burning hell John!" Bobby yelled, half in confusion and half in anger. He turned towards his younger friend hoping that he wouldn't hate his answer. Dean knew his father would never do something like that, at least not intentionally. However, John Winchester was not known for being an emotional person so whatever Sam was feeling, whatever was going through his little brother's mind, was just made worse by his fathers actions.

"Could you explain to us what happened John?" Mr. Manson asked. He seemed to be the most calm person in the room, even the young nurse looked rather green.

"I don't know! One second I was asking him about what he remembered and then next he was reaching- well he was trying to do that." he gestured at the still bowed figure on the floor. John was shaken, so much so that he would be ashamed to say that he wouldn't have a good grip on a gun at the moment, in fact, he'd probably drop the weapon his hands were shaking so much.

While the others continued a heated conversation, Dean turned his attention to the kneeling occupant of the room. He sucked in a breath as he got a good look at his little brother (who was clean thanks to the many sponge baths). Large white bandages covered his chest, arms and forehead, but the rest of his body was littered with cuts, bruises, burns - you name it. The little muscle he managed to keep under Millie was gone. His hair was longer, enough to be a hindrance in everyday activities, but again it had only been two weeks so not much longer than before. Sam's posture was also different. Normally he slouched to hide his height, he didn't like to tower over people as he felt gangly and awkward. Yet at the moment, his curled shoulders seemed more out of expectance, like someone was going to strike at him at any moment.

The realization almost had him cussing a storm but that wouldn't have helped Sam any, not at the moment anyway.

"Sammy, hey," Hazel eyes darted upwards, briefly making contact before returning to the floor. Dean took it as a sign to move closer, and he did slowly, crouching down to be at Sam's level to be less intimidating. "Can you look at me?"

Hesitantly, the gaunt face angled up, still using the curtain of bangs to hide. Yet it was progress.

"Good, that's good Sammy." he glowed under the praise, probably not able to remember the last time he heard such nice words spoken to him before because of the memory drug experiment. It made Dean wish that he had beat that Stella chick just a little harder before allowing himself to be dragged away. "Do you remember me?"

"De." There was that hope again, the same he heard back in Millie's basement, when Sam had reassured him that he would never forget him. "You're De."

"That's right Sammy." He smiled, hoping the expression would help ease his next question. "Could you explain to me why you were about to do what you did a few minutes ago?"

"Trouble?" Sam flinched back horribly, but stayed as close to where he was as possible, probably something trained into him.

"No you're not in trouble Sammy. But you confused a lot of people with your actions." Dean felt as if he were talking to a little kid, but in a way he was. Sam wasn't used to other people's questions yet if his short answers were anything to go by, but maybe it was also that he felt safer with Dean. He had noticed it when he was talking with the kid in the basement, his normally extensive vocabulary seemed reduced like he was supposed to get to the point with everything. Just another part of his brother that Millie took away from him.

"Was I not supposed to yet?"

"No Sammy." Jeez, how was he supposed to explain to his brother that he would never have to do that again in a way that the traumatized kid would understand? "Sammy I need you to look at me," again those hazel eyes flickered up before returning to the floor. With a small encouraging smile, Dean softly lifted his brother's chin until they were eye to eye before continuing. "You will never have to do that again, do you understand? No more pleasing people in that way, and definitely not me, or Dad or Bobby." He gestured at the two men behind him, who had begun a more quiet conversation so as not to frighten Sam.

His brother drew his brows together like he would if a fact on a hunt was puzzling him. "He really is Dad?"

"Yeah Sammy, that really is our dad." Sam's eyes blew wide at the realization of what Dean thought was about what he had almost done to their father before he remembered Sam's words in the basement. "I remember two men, one who yells, and one who gives books."

"Look Sam, dad isn't gonna hurt you alright?" he spoke softly, pulling his panicky little brother's attention back to him. "I know you only remember the yelling, but he really cares about us. He came here to help rescue you."

"I angered him."

"No you scared him. None of us were expecting you to think you needed to touch us, not in that way. To be honest it scared me too." He hoped he wasn't making anything worse with his words but they need to be said. "But things are going to get better Sammy, because I'm not gonna let you disappear again. Do you understand me?"

The younger man stared at him for so long, Dean was scared he broke. Finally the head nodded, sending wayward bangs flying and Dean smiled at the slightly funny look.

"Good. I'm gonna get back in the bed now okay?" but the look of terror on Sam's face put an end to that idea.

"I'm not allowed on the furniture De. Miss get's angry." there goes another reason to beat the bitch to hell but that kinda thinking wasn't going to help him right now.

"Alright Sammy, we'll stay on the floor. Just let me tell the doctor alright? Then you're gonna rest."

With Sam's small nod, he stood to the other men in the room. Speaking quietly, he told them about Sam's issue.

"We really can't have a patient on the floor, it's unsanitary."

"Well short of securing him to the bed, which is not an option." his glare of emphasis could've killed the man had he actually agreed to that idea. "He won't be getting back on the bed any time soon. So let's find a way to let him stay on the floor."

"If you put a blanket down, it should be fine." the nurse piped up, causing all the men to jump as they forgot she was there. "But Dean you have to stay with him and call if he needs anything."

"Like I was gonna leave." he mumbled backing away to Sam. bringing the blanket down, he made a small space for the two of them, and held Sam close as the doctor and nurse moved all the medical equipment to accommodate Sams new arrangement.

John had tried to come closer to apologize for scaring the kid, but Sam had simply sat there and stared at the ground, until Bobby pulled the man away and out the door, promising to come back later with food for Dean.

Left alone Dean coaxed Sam to lay against him, allowing the kid to rest his injuries and remind him of his promise to not let anyone take him again. "Never gonna happen Sammy, cause I'm right here."

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