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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Sam_Wesson/Dean_Winchester, John_Winchester/Sam_Winchester, Benny
      Lafitte/Sam_Winchester, Dean_Winchester/Sam_Winchester, Ellen_Harvelle/
      Bobby_Singer
  Character:
      Sam_Wesson, Dean_Winchester, John_Winchester, Benny_Lafitte, Lilith_
      (Supernatural), Bobby_Singer, Ellen_Harvelle, Gabriel_(Supernatural),
      Nick_(Supernatural)
  Additional Tags:
      Rape/Non-con_Elements, Dean_is_So_Done, Sam_is_Sixteen_Years_Old, Evil
      John_Winchester, Lilith_Being_an_Asshole, Protective_Bobby_Singer,
      Married_Ellen_Harvelle/Bobby_Singer, Protective_Ellen, Thriller, Horror,
      Loss_of_Virginity, Virgin_Sam, Rape, Past_Relationship(s), Serial_Killer
      John, Abusive_John_Winchester, Top_Benny, Top_John_Winchester, Bottom
      Sam, Forced_Orgasm
  Series:
      Part 3 of Pseudo-Sequels/Remakes/Reboots_to_Novels/Movies/Video_Games
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-03-21 Completed: 2016-03-23 Chapters: 4/4 Words: 15746
****** The Virgin Spring ******
by thorkiship18
Summary
     Sam has just turned sixteen. His parents, Bobby and Ellen, are
     constantly watching him; being mother hens. After some major
     convincing, they let him go to a concert a state over with his best
     friend, Gabriel.
     However, Sam and Gabriel soon find danger waiting for them, forcing
     Bobby and Ellen to go to drastic measures to protect their child.
Notes
     Hello, Everyone!
     This fiction is partly inspired by Wes Craven's "The Last House On
     The Left" (original and remake) as well as "The Strangers" and "Funny
     Games" (original and remake too).
     These are some good movies, so check em out! This is possibly the
     last installment of this current series, but not the last of my
     fictions. Enjoy!
     (Title taken from the movie in which The Last House On The Left is
     based off of.)
***** Have We Met? *****
God, they finally made it! He can't believe that he actually survived a whole
fucking hour trapped in a car with his parents. They're cool, but Jesus
Christ! And on his birthday!? Sam almost went insane. His mother, Ellen, had
elected him to drive the rest of the way to the cabin because she wanted to
rest up. Bobby, his dad, did the same except he laid in the back with their
bags...and he hasn't stopped complaining the entire time!
"Are we there yet?" He groans as Sam reaches back to wack at his leg. "Hey, is
that anyway to treat your old man? Wait, don't answer that. I'm not old."
"Oh, you're so old." Ellen smiles. "Ten minutes away from being older than
dirt."
"Oh, yeah? If I'm old, what does that make you, Woman?"
Finally, Sam laughs. "It makes her twenty minutes away from being older than
dirt."
For his insolence, Ellen reached over to playfully pull at Sam's earlobe. He
swerved only a little bit on the dirt road leading up to the house. He couldn't
believe that it's summer already. They always come up here for the summer to
unwind and relax and thankfully it's only an hour away from town.
The place still creeps Sam out to know end at night. Not only are there no
other houses, but they're surrounded by woods, woods, and more woods. Behind
the main house is a smaller guest house and a boathouse with a lake surrounding
the area. Perfect for swimming; Sam's a natural at it, but never joined the
club in school.
After turning off the engine, the family exited the vehicle to grab their bags.
Bobby and Ellen share a small kiss, prompting Sam to jokingly gag. They seem
happy...but Sam knows that they're still hurting. It hurts him too losing Jo,
his little sister. Her battle with Cancer ended a year ago; she was buried next
to Ellen's parents. When he swims, it's like having her on his back, guiding
him through anything.
"Home sweet home." Bobby grunts when he pushes open the door.
It's a little dusty inside. Rufus, a family friend, often frequents the place
too, but it seems that he hasn't been there in a while. Ellen clicks on the
main light then.
"I'll tear that Rufus a new one when I see him." She laments. "He'll loose the
privilege of eating my pie."
Bobby drops the bags near the door and snakes his arm around Ellen's waist.
"I'm the only one eating your pie."
Sam, clearly having enough, carted his bags up to his room in disgust. "Okay!
Yeah, that's fuckin gross. I'll go vomit up my insides now. Thanks, guys!"
****
"It's not that simple!"
"Dude, it totally is! You promised Nick that you'd be at his first show! Don't
disappoint the guy."
Laying on his bed, Sam talked to his best friend in the whole wide world,
Gabriel, through his laptop on Skype. He's currently trying to convince the boy
to go to his ex-boyfriend's concert. He's the lead singer in an aspiring rock
band called "Lucifer's Cage". The name of the band was enough to give his
parents pause.
Bobby and Ellen won't let him go, Sam knows that. They didn't even like him
when they were dating. But it's his birthday for crying out loud! Surely they
can let their grips go for just one night, right? He honestly doesn't even know
why he should go. Sure he promised, but that was when they were still together.
They aren't anymore.
"Mom's gonna flip out if I tell her, Gabe. You know that."
Gabriel, who's eating an entire box of pizza by himself, picks a piece of
pepperoni off of a slice and eats it. He stuffs the rest of it down his throat
and it leaves Sam wondering where the hell it all goes.
"Then don't tell her. Simple!"
Why does Sam even bother talking to him if what he says goes into one ear and
goes out the other? He groans as he connects his head with the keyboard.
"Why don't you talk to her? I'm sure she'd love to hear everything you have to
say."
"Your mom would sooner listen to a pile dog shit than listen to what I gotta
say."
Sam chuckles because despite being a jackass, Gabriel knows how to keep him
entertained. There's nothing more satisfying than hanging out with him.
"Don't laugh, Goddammit. It's not funny." Gabriel says even though he's
laughing.
When Sam calms down, he sighs and rolls his eyes. "Fiiine. I'll talk to them
now. If everything goes well, I'll text you. Save me some pizza, Bitch."
"Yeah, you wish, You Freak. Later!"
****
It's Two O'clock in the afternoon and Ellen has just finished cleaning up the
kitchen. Bobby's in the living room area flipping through channels on the TV.
As Sam walks into the kitchen with puppy dog eyes, Ellen takes one look at him
and stops him in his tracks.
"No." She says casually.
Sam sputters as he tries to explain. She always does this, seeing right through
him. It's a gift. A motherly gift that pissed the kid off to no end.
"You didn't even let me say anything!"
Ellen smiles as she pinches his cheeks. "I know that, Darling. It probably
involves Nick and Gabriel."
"Damn, you're good at this..."
"I'm your mother."
Sam nods, but then he shakes out of his reverie. "But--but it's my birthday and
I promised Nick that I'd be there for him! His concert is tonight."
Feeling the intense heat of guilt, Ellen puts down the dish rag she was using.
She puts her hands on her hips and shakes her head.
"Don't you do that, Samuel Tristan. Don't you pull that card on me."
"Aw, Jesus, El." Bobby says as he enters the kitchen behind Sam. "Let him go.
He's Sixteen now, practically an adult."
"He's barely a teenager!"
"Gee thanks, Mom."
Bobby closes the distance between him and Ellen to put his hands on her
shoulders. He starts to rub them slightly and she melts under him. It makes Sam
a little uncomfortable for a while because...ew.
"It's just one night. Let kid have some fun would ya? Remember when we were his
age? Our parents wouldn't let us do that shit either, but we did it anyway."
"That's different and you know it, Robert."
"Is it?" Bobby laughs. "I don't think so. Besides, wouldn't you finally like
some alone time with your husband? I could sure use some alone time with my
wife. Heheh."
"Grooooooss!" Sam yells as his parents begin kissing again. "Mom, just give me
an answer already!"
Ellen throws her dish towel at Sam. "Fine. You can go. But before you do, I
have something for you."
Sam's hazel eyes basically twinkle in delight. "Ooooh! A present? Is it Henry
Cavill?"
"Who?" Bobby and Ellen say at the same time.
"The guy who plays the new Superman." His parents just look at him like he's
grown five heads. "I guess not then."
"No, it ain't him, Sam. Keep your brain away from those boys and on school."
"But it's summer!" Sam grins from ear to ear. "And I love the boys. Boys, boys,
boys! Especially Henry Cavill."
Ellen turns her back and waves off Sam, smirk in her face. "Hmm. I guess Henry
can buy you your own gift. I'll just take yours back."
As she had expected, Sam changed his attitude up very quickly. He sat down on
the nearest stool and waited patiently like a well trained puppy. Oh God, this
boy is good.
Ellen went past her husband to retrieve the gift. It's in a nice little box,
red. When Sam opens it, there's a necklace inside; black cord with a small
golden charm on it. When he inspects it closer, the charm seems to be some sort
of tribal head. It's nice. He grins as he puts it around his neck.
"I really love it." Sam says when he hugs Ellen. "Thanks."
"Yeah, well," Ellen takes a look at Bobby who only seems nervous. "Your father
has to tell you something important."
Sam slowly nods as he turns to his father, right hand coiling around the
amulet. "What's up?"
"Er...I, uh, just wanted to say that I'm proud of you and how much you've grown
up. You're practically an adult now, so mature. Time sure does fly. Anyways,
that's all. Run along and get ready."
"Okay..." The boy says, running off upstairs to pack. He looks sad almost.
Disappointed.
Ellen stood her ground almost glaring at Bobby. When she was sure Sam was out
of earshot, she gave her husband a piece of her mind. You'd think that she's
bipolar the way her emotions changed.
"What the hell was that?"
"I don't know what you're talking about, Dear..."
"Don't you bullshit me, Robert Singer! You were supposed to tell him." She
hisses as she goes back to cleaning. "Why didn't you?"
"Why didn't you?" Bobby fired back.
"Now, don't you start--"
"You could've just as easily told him, El. You know that. The burden doesn't
always have to fall on me!"
"We agreed--"
"No, you agreed--!"
"--that you would be the one to tell him the truth!"
"I couldn't tell him! Did you see his face? He's so happy and I'd only ruin his
night. I'll tell him in the morning."
"God, that is such bullshit!"
"Oh, come on! Like I said, you could've told him, El. Plain and simple."
"I can't bring myself to do it and you know that! He'd never forgive us..."
Unbeknownst to the feuding couple, their son sat at the top of the stairs. He's
heard this all before. He just wondered when they'd finally have the guts to
talk about it to him. However, after hearing that, it seems unlikely that they
would anytime soon.
****
When Sam finished getting ready, he reached the living room to see Ellen
setting up a birthday banner with his name on it. Bobby's helping too; they
make up so fast. When presented with the car keys, Sam became a little nervous.
Bobby, who's obviously trying to be a good father at this point, explained that
since Gabriel doesn't have a car and there isn't another one for miles, Sam
should take their's. Ellen agreed to it with an edge in her voice, but still
agreed. The boat was still operational if they had an emergency.
She only asked for him to call every hour on the hour and when the concert was
over. She became agitated when Sam recommended that he stay the night with
Gabe; Ellen relented again. She realized that he wouldn't be a teenager
forever. Sam said his goodbyes as he sped down the road with the radio on
blast.
****
He stepped through the Gabriel's house like he lived there. He might as well
have; he's been in and out of there since he was six. The first person he saw
was Gabriel's dad, Chuck, watching TV about some weird animal. He turned around
to greet Sam properly: by giving him a hug. They're practically family.
"Hiya, Sammy. You look well." Chuck laughed when he saw the boy grinning. "Must
be because of a birthday I'm hearing so much about. Hmm, could it be?"
Sam kept on grinning. "Could be." When he notices a little redheaded girl zoom
in from the kitchen, he swooped her up in his arms. "Anna-Banana! How are you
today?"
The little girl giggled and squirmed in his grasp as he tickled her sides. She
failed her arms wildly, high pitched squeals filling the air.
"No, Sam! No no! No tickle!"
"But tickling is fun! Don't you agree?"
"Noooo!"
He kept at it for a good ten seconds until he heard the thud of boots coming
down the stairs. There, at the very foot, was Gabriel's older brother, Michael,
looking as stoic and emotionally constipated as ever. He's a tall guy, bright
eyes and dark hair, handsome too. If Sam was sure that he's into guys, then
he'd take a shot. Probably. He is kinda scary though.
Sam put Anna down in favor of smoothing out his hair and clothes. Even if
Michael might not like him like that, he still wants to look good in front of
people. Breaking out of his trance, Sam smirks when he gently taps Michael's
chest with his fist, earning him a small huff of laughter from the hulking
Adonis.
Jesus.
"Hey, Mike." Sam says in a non-so-subtle sultry voice.
Michael rolls his eyes and dons a lopsided smile. "Hi, Sam. Happy Birthday.
Don't do anything stupid."
"Never! What kind of boy do you think I am? You goin to work?"
The taller man looks down at his work boots and overalls. "Um, yeah. That's the
plan."
"On a Saturday?"
"It's a slow day."
"Oh, you should just call off." Sam pulls out his puppy eyes. "Come hang out
with Gabe and me and go to the concert. Come on, it's my treat. It's my
brithdaaaay."
Checking his watch, Michael chuckled and pat on Sam's head, ruffling his hair
just a bit. He could be a fucking male supermodel and yet he works as a
mechanic! What a waste of a body and my has Sam caught glimpses of Michael's
body. Ripped and chiseled, perfect.
"No can do. I already called in and said I'd go. If you want, we can hang out
next week. The three of us."
Three?
Oh.
Right.
Gabriel.
"Huh?" Sam snapped out of it. "Oh! Yeah. Totally. Most definitely. Next week.
Cool."
"Alright then. See ya, guys." Michael gave his little sister a hug and then
gave Sam one too. It was soooo warm. "Bye, Sam. Have fun, be safe and Happy
Birthday again."
With that, Michael was gone and out the door. Chuck let out a laugh as Sam
stood there with flushed red cheeks. He couldn't help but to feel embarrassed
about something. The boy grimaces, but that accidentally turns into a pout.
"What's up with you?" He asks.
Chuck composes himself and answers, laughing in short bursts. "I can obviously
sense that you have a crush on my son. You gonna get married?"
"I--I--I DO NOT!" Sam shrieks as he goes up the stairs and heads to Gabriel's
room. "I'd sooner eat my own foot than be apart of your weirdo family, Chuck."
"Don't knock it till you try it, kiddo."
"Already have. For ten years!"
****
Gabe's room was always the the one with the most clutter. Every time Sam came
over, he'd force Gabriel to clean it. When he left and came back, it would be
dirty again forcing Sam and Gabriel to keep at it in an endless cycle. However,
this time Sam was shocked to discover that the room is actually clean without
his influence. He doesn't know how he ended up missing this in the Skype call.
"Hey, Midget." Sam said as he flopped on Gabriel's bed. He dropped his bag on
the floor. "Your room smells like strawberries and lavender and it
looks amazing."
Gabriel snickered. "Thanks. It's my special virgin scent. I use it to bait all
of the unlucky virgins to my bed. I should say that it's working."
"Kiss my ass."
"Bend over and present it, sexy."
Sam rolled his eyes and got on both knees on the bed, slowly taking off his
shorts. But before he could expose himself, both him and Gabriel laughed out
loud.
"As if I'd ever do that with you!" He grins.
Gabriel smacks Sam's ass a little too rough and it makes the boy gasp for a
second. "Oh please, you'd be begging me. 'Oh, Gabe, you're the best! Oh yeah,
that's good. I've never felt this way before!'"
"Oh my god! Shut up, you pig. I'm not sleeping with my best friend."
That's been going on for a while, the subject of Sam and his virginity. If you
asked him why he's still a virgin, he'd say that it's because he just hasn't
found the right one. But if you ask Gabriel, and everyone else, it's because he
secretly likes it when guys get flustered over him.
After dating Nick, Gabriel has actively tried to get in his best friend's
pants. It's all under the pretense of him being his bestest best friend and
that if anyone should help, it should be him. Sam outright refuses each time
and it always ends with Gabriel jokingly going in to molest him.
"Your brother's hot, Gabe." Sam started grinning.
"So you've said...every time you see him."
"What's his deal? Is he single? Does he talk about me?"
"You are crushing so hard, aren't you? Why can't I be the object of your
affections?" Gabriel jokes as hd plucks Sam's forehead. "Mike's single, as far
as I know. I don't know if he like likes you, but he does mention you. I'm not
comfortable talking about Michael's sexual orientation. Yuck. Ew. Please don't
fuck my brother before me."
Sam sighs again when he grabs his backpack. There's clothes and essentials in
there, also something to wear tonight. It's a little skimpy and, had he walked
out of the house with Ellen seeing it on him, she would've never let him leave.
He pulls out a tight fitting v-neck shirt, red. It has a symbol known as a
"Devil's Trap" on the front with the words "Lucifer's Cage" on the back.
"You kept it." Gabriel says quietly. "I thought you threw it away after
Nick..."
"It was a gift..." The boy blushed. The color in his face drained away
suddenly. "So, they started arguing about telling me again."
"Why haven't you told them that you know, Sam? That would make it so much
easier for everyone."
Sam scoffed. "It would, but they're prolonging it. If they'd just tell me
instead of walking around it, I'd be more understanding! Ever since I was
little, I knew I was different, ya know? I don't look like Bobby or Ellen, not
even Jo."
It's been a problem since he turned thirteen. He caught Bobby talking with
Ellen one night about him being adopted. Honestly, Sam wasn't too surprised to
hear this. Like he said, he's always felt different in the family. He shares no
traits with any of them.
After that night, he's been actively waiting for his parents to have the
courage to tell him the truth. Each birthday, however, was the same and this
year is no different. He thinks that they just might not tell him at all, but
he knows everything. It hurts...but he understands.
Gabriel starts rifling through Sam's bag because he just wants to. "You need to
relax. Wanna smoke some pot?"
"Gabriel!" Sam yells, shocked at first...and then he grins. "Of course I do. I
thought you'd never ask."
****
They made it to the small arena with several hundred people in attendance.
Their town of Lawrence has somewhat supported Lucifer's Cage. At the moment,
they're a small band performing in local gigs, but the music's good. It's
mostly covers of popular songs; Nick does write original songs though.
It's Six in the evening and, with Gabriel, Sam made his way through the crowd
to see the band setting up. It felt weird being out in those jeans and shirt,
but he feels free to some degree. Not as free when he swims though.
Getting to the front, he spots Nick tuning up his guitar while setting up with
his band mates. Azazel on the drums with Nick's cousin, Crowley, on the bass.
Sam waves a little at his ex-boyfriend who waves back and grins wholeheartedly.
It's then that everything is set up and the concert starts.
Over the past two years, their music really has gotten good. It's no wonder
that Nick's the front man, his voice sounds like it was made from God himself.
Even as the performance goes on, Nick never takes his eyes from Sam. It sends
shivers down his spine and goosebumps appear on his arms.
"My next song," Nick pants as he addresses the roaring audience. "Is for
someone very special who's right here tonight. This one's for you, Sammy."
The person in question had his eyes almost bulging from shock. Nick just
dedicated a song to him in front of hundreds of people. Damn. Soon, the band
begins again and the familiar sounds of an Ellie Goulding song start to play
out.
You're the light, you're the night. You're the color of my blood. You're the
cure, you're the pain. You're the only thing I wanna touch. Never knew that it
could mean so much, so much.
You're the fear, I don't care. Cause I've never been so high. Follow me through
the dark, let me take you past our satellites. You can see the world you
brought to life, to life.
The goosebumps popped out full force as Nick stood there strumming on his
acoustic guitar. His vocals carried out into the crowd and they ate it up. But
Sam knew that it wasn't for them. Just him. The gesture is bittersweet.
So love me like you do. La-la-Love me like you do. Love me like you do. La-la-
Love me like you do. Touch me like you do. Ta-ta-Touch me like you do. What are
you waiting for?
Fading in, fading out, on the edge of paradise. Every inch of your skin is a
holy grail I gotta find. Only you can set my heart on fire, on fire
I'll let you set the pace...cause I'm not thinking straight. My head's spinning
around, I can't see clear no more...What are you waiting for?
Love me like you do. La-la-Love me like you. Love me like you do. La-la-Love me
like you do. Touch me like you do. Ta-ta-Touch me like you do. What are you
waiting for?
Love me like you do. La-la-Love me like you do. Love me like you do. La-la-Love
me like you do. Touch me like you do. Ta-ta-Touch me like you do. What are you
waiting for...?
****
The show was spectacular.
Girls were basically throwing themselves onto Nick and the rest of the band. It
was amusing to watch as Nick shrugged off his adoring fans to get to Sam.
Gabriel smirked and rolled his eyes when Nick, panting from singing, came up to
Sam, grinning like a fucking madman.
"Hey, Sammy..."
The boy's cheeks were becoming increasingly pink by the second. "Hey, Nick. I
loved the show. You were amazing up there."
"Thanks."
Nick unexpectedly grabbed Sam's hand. He pulled them along the crowd, politely
excusing himself as Sam quietly protested. This is what he used to like about
Nick, he's spontaneous, a real free spirit. Maybe that's why they didn't last.
Actually, no.
They had split up because of the combined stress of Jo's death and Nick's band.
Lucifer's Cage was becoming more and more popular while Sam began sinking
further and further into depression. There was also another huge factor but
they decided to remain good friends, so that's why Sam's confused when Nick
locked them in a janitorial closet.
"For privacy." He explains. The closet is medium-sized so it gave him plenty of
room to lean against the wall without breaching Sam's space. "So, you really
loved the performance?"
Sam crosses his arms over his chest in an attempt to remain calm. A nervous
tick and also a tell tale sign of said nervousness. Everyone close to him knows
about it so it's not so hard to hide.
"Well, love is a strong word." Sam jokes. "But, yeah, I did."
"You know, people said that the songs are getting better. The lyrics just flow
out."
"I heard the latest song and they are getting better. It's nice--"
"It's because if you that I'm writing better, Sammy. I miss you so much."
The bombshell hit Sam like a fucking big rig at full speed. They haven't
actually had this conversation face to face, but it's been talked about through
the phone. It's so confusing!
"Nick...stop."
"What," Nick says as he kicks himself from the wall and in front of Sam. "We
were perfect together, Babe."
The boy scoffed, shaking his head afterwards. "Yeah, we were. That is until you
decided to fuck Castiel behind my back!"
"You--!" Nick cut himself off, choosing to breathe slowly to keep his
composure. "I know I messed up, but you can't sit there and tell me all of the
blame is on me."
"What!?"
"You never put out, Sam! We never went past handjobs and kissing! And then you
stopped getting frisky with me altogether."
"My little sister died, you ass!" Sam yells as he unlocks the door to leave.
"Screw this. I knew coming here was a mistake."
The fight continued out into the empty hallway with Nick close behind him. He
grabbed the teen's forearm with a strong grip that was unintentional; it hurts
Sam a bit, but it got him to stop.
"Look, I'm sorry, okay? Is that better?"
"No, you asshole! Just let go of me!"
"If you listen to me--"
"I said let go!"
"Goddamn it, Sam! Just listen--!"
"Hey! Leave him alone!" Another voice said.
Sam looked up to see a man with brownish blonde hair and stubble running
towards him and Nick. He looks like a country singer's son or something; his
voice is gravelly too. Nick let Sam go just as soon as the big guy reaches
them. He looks about ready to kill someone, specifically Nick. He's taller than
him as well.
"Who the fuck are you?" Nick spits out. He's trying to sound pissed off.
The blonde looked to Sam and that's when he noticed the deepest pair of emerald
green eyes on the man. A group of dusty freckles were splattered across his
nose and cheeks. He's gorgeous, but threatening at the same time.
"You alright, kid?"
Sam nods before he can even form words. "Yeah. I'm okay."
"Hey, jackoff!" Nick says as he gets closer to the man. "Who the fuck do you--
!"
Nick was silenced when the guy punched him in the face. Thankfully, he was
rendered unconscious immediately after the hit. Suddenly, running footsteps
were heard from around the corner and it was revealed to be Gabriel.
"Oh my god, Sam! I've been looking everywhere for you--why is Nick on the
ground? And who's this guy?"
"Er..." Sam says. "This is...uh..."
"Dean." The guy says as he winks at Sam. "Name's Dean and we'd better split
before someone gets the wrong impression. That cool with you guys?"
"Cool enough for this guy. Let's get outta here."
****
Dean isn't such a bad guy.
He explained to the two best friends that he's usually quiet and more reserved
around situations like that. He only interfered because Sam looked to be in
genuine distress...and because he's so goddamn cute. The blonde didn't mince
his words either. He offered them to hang out with him for a while before they
headed out.
Sam didn't object. Dean gave them directions to the motel that he's staying at.
When they arrived, he announced that he had aquired some weed earlier and asked
if they'd like to smoke with him. Again, Sam didn't object. He's really
starting to take a liking to the guy.
****
An Hour Later...
"How'd you meet him?"
"High school. No, actually it was middle school."
Sam sat with Dean on one bed while Gabriel was knocked out on the other.
Strangely, there were other bags in the room, almost like it's more than just
Dean staying here. He didn't question it though as the guy laughed.
"Teenagers scare the living shit outta me." Dean confesses.
"That's a song lyric!" Sam giggles. "Um...My Chemical Romance?"
"Yup. Used to listen to them all the time in school. Favorite song is Helena.
God, those were the days."
"How old are you, Dean?" The teenager asks. He blushes when the other guy looks
amused. "I mean--just wondering, ya know?"
"No worries. I'm Twenty. Birthday was a while ago."
Dean's a grown man. It makes kissing him so much more tempting. It may be the
marijuana at work, but Sam's feeling reckless. He scoots over until their faces
are mere centimeters apart. Small puffs of breath ghosts over his lips; Dean
smells of cinnamon.
"Today's my birthday."
"Oh, yeah?" Dean whispers. It makes Sam hard as a rock. "How old are you?"
"Old enough."
Dean chuckles and licks his lips. His eyes look down at Sam's own lips for a
second before holding his gaze again. "That's not what I asked, Sammy."
"I know."
And just like that, Sam and Dean began making out on the bed across from a
sleeping Gabriel. It feels raunchy, so dirty, but so good too. As cliche as it
sounds, he's actually never felt this good before. He's still a virgin, but
that might change in a second.
But how would Bobby and Ellen react? Oh, God, if they knew what he was doing,
they'd never let him leave the house again. Ever. Again. That's when he thinks
about it. His phone! He forgot to call!  Sam reluctantly separates from Dean to
check his phone; it was on vibrate. He sees that there's ten missed calls from
his mother.
Just as he groans, the hotel room door flies open. It opens up so abruptly that
it causes Gabriel to wake up. There's two men and a woman coming in and
shutting the door. They don't seem to notice Sam and Gabriel until Dean utters
a swear.
"Shit."
One man, whom Sam assumes to be the oldest, looks at him and Gabriel who's
starting to get creeped out. He doesn't blame him. The man has salt and pepper
hair with his beard matching. The woman has blonde hair and blue eyes, nothing
special. The other man, however, looks feral. His own dark hair and beard look
a little unkempt. There's also a dark look in his eye as he stares down Sam.
"Oh. I didn't know we had visitors, Dean." The older man says. Dean gets up
slowly to approach the guy; he's then hit in the back of his head. "Why did I
say about bringing home people?"
"S--sorry, Dad."
Dad. Okay. Now Sam knows and it makes it a little more awkward. At some unknown
point in time, Gabriel had gotten from the one bed to the other, sitting next
to Sam. The situation seems ominous at worst. The guy with wild eyes sits
across from the teenagers. He just keeps staring at Sam.
Creepy.
"Doesn't matter. They're already here now, yeah?" Dean's dad walks near Sam,
extending his hand. The boy takes it and shakes. "Nice to meet you. You are?"
"Sam..." He says. "And this is my friend, Gabriel."
The guy doesn't seem even remotely interested in looking at Gabriel. His gaze
is casted upon Sam and him alone. He kisses the boy's hand and smirks when pink
touches his cheek.
"Charmed. Have we met? I feel as though I've known you. Your eyes...so
beautiful."
The blush intensified horribly, nearly covering his entire face. "Thank you. I
don't think we have though. What's your name?"
The man laughs quietly. He looks like he's debating on telling him something.
"John Winchester."
Gabriel gasps and all eyes are on him at the moment. The blonde woman sneers
and the scruffy guy just smirks. What's his problem? Gabriel stands up and
pulls Sam with him.
"Something wrong?" John says. He looks too innocent. Like he's feigning it.
Gabriel laughs forcefully, slowly but surely inching him and Sam to the door.
"No, no. Nothing. I just forgot that it's about time Sam and I head home. His
mom's waiting for us."
John gets in their way, blocking them from exiting the room. Sam's palms start
to sweat; he's scared. He's in a bad situation, he knows it. When he looks at
Dean, the man has tears in his eyes and he looks at the floor in regret.
Something bad is happening.
"She'd understand, right, Sammy?" The way John says his nickname makes his skin
crawl. "Besides, we're all friends here. What's the rush? Gabriel, you
recognize me, don't you?"
The teenager starts shaking. "Yes..."
"You know what I do?"
"Yes..."
"Then you know that I can't let the both of you leave."
That phrase...it makes Sam's stomach turn. He has no idea what's going on, so
why is this happening!? Who is this man? Who are these people!? He doesn't
know, he just wants to go home.
"What...do you mean?" He says when he learns how to speak again. "I don't
understand."
John cups Sam's chin with one huge calloused hand. His eyes tell it all. "I'm a
serial killer. People know of me, like your friend there. Now, you do and I
can't let you or him walk out of here. I'd be compromised."
This is bad.
"We won't tell anyone!" Gabriel yells. "We swear. Just let us go!"
"Sorry, kid." John casts somewhat sad eyes on Sam. "Sorry, Sam. Nothing
personal. Just can't risk it."
The older man took both of the teenager's cell phones and gave them to the
scruff guy. He in turn dropped them to the ground and proceeded to stomp on
them until they were inoperable. He seems to be enjoying this. Panicking,
Gabriel made a run for the bathroom, locking and shutting the door behind him.
The woman sat on the bed watching as the other man pounded on the door. Sam,
paralyzed on the spot, screws his eyes shut.
This isn't happening.
This isn't happening.
This isn't happening.
This isn't happening.
...But it is and he has no idea that it'll get worse soon enough. When he opens
his eyes, John's still there and the other man is still trying to break the
door down.
"Are you sure we haven't crossed paths before?" John asks as he caresses the
boy's cheek; Sam doesn't dare flinch or look away. He's being brave and
cooperating. "I swear that I've seen you."
"...I'm not...sure. We could've walked by each other or...something."
"Yes." John smiles. "That's probably true."
The guy broke open the bathroom door and drug Gabriel out, tossing him on the
carpet afterwards. The man swung his foot out and it connected with the teen's
gut. He did it several times and that's when Dean tried to step in. John
backhanded him and restrained Sam who was also trying to help. The woman on the
bed only laughed and laughed.
"Take a good look there, Sammy. See that? I don't wanna do that to you, but if
you struggle or try to run, I won't hesitate. Got it?" Sam only nodded. "Good.
Now, let's watch."
John held the boy's hands behind his back as he was subjected to the brutal
beating of his best friend. And just like that, Sam knew that this was the end.
He'd probably never see Ellen or Bobby ever again. 
***** You Can Trust Me *****
Chapter Summary
     Sam and Gabriel's situation couldn't get any worse...until it does.
Chapter Notes
     Underage Rape/Non-Con is up ahead and around the corner!
     >;)
This is a nightmare. But it isn't and it can't be any more real. Turns out, the
other two people present are John's brother, Benny Lafitte, and John's sadistic
sister, Lilith. Sam doesn't see how someone could enjoy watching another person
being beaten into submission. She even joined in on the beating after a while.
It really was a shitty thing to do.
After it was all done, John and company carted the teenagers into Sam's car.
The boy and Gabriel were seated in the middle backseat with Benny and Lilith on
both sides of the door. John commanded that Dean stay up front with him while
he drives. Every so often, Sam would catch a glimpse of Dean and every time he
saw the same thing: A victim trapped in a world that he shouldn't be in.
The drive seems to be going on forever, but it's only been an hour. To keep
them all entertained, John told stories about Dean's mom and the bizarre
circumstances of her death. An electrical fire broke out in the house and
nearly killed them all. 
****
"Sam hasn't answered any of my calls!" Ellen says as she paces the living room
floor.
Bobby sits on the couch, taking Ellen with him. He has to wine glasses in one
hand and a nice bottle of their finest in the other. He poured each of them a
drink and smiled. That causes Ellen to go off again.
"How can you smile at a time like this? Sam could--"
"Sammy's fine!" Bobby tried to reassure her. "He's a goddamn teenager, of
course he's not gonna answer his phone. The music's probably loud too. Just
relax."
"Relax? I can't relax..."
"I think I can help with that..."
"Robert Singer, if you think that--mmph. Okay, fine.."
****
Surprisingly, the road John's currently taking is also the one that leads to a
fork in the road that goes to either the highway or the lakehouse. Even in the
dwindling light, Sam could recognize the trees and paths.
Reaching the multiple paths, John stopped the car and sighed. "Fuck. Which one
do I take, Ben?"
"How the fuck should I know? I've never been here before and there's no damn
signs."
"Well, you better figure it the fuck out soon." Lilith groans. "I'm getting
real uncomfortable. These brats aren't so small."
"Yeah, I know what you mean! Gabe here keeps causing my thigh to cramp up."
"Would both of you kindly just shut the fuck up!?" John growls. He slams his
hand on the steering wheel. "Goddammit!"
Seeing his opportunity, Sam finally spoke up. He has to keep this helpful and
obedient charade going for a while longer. They're near the lakehouse. Only a
while longer. Just a little longer to figure out his next move.
"It's to the left." He says.
John turns his neck slightly to raise an eyebrow at Sam. "What's that?"
"The way out and away from here, it's the left road. My parents...we know the
roads very well. You can trust me."
Gabriel looked over at Sam cautiously. He knows that he's lying, but he doesn't
know his endgame. He plays along, however, if only to live longer.
"Yeah, uh, he's right! Left road."
Humming an affirmative response, John turns in the direction Sam instructed. He
seems too cheerful for a serial killer. It frightens the boy, but then again,
he's already frightened. Sam looks to his left at the car door; it's unlocked.
"You know, Sam," John starts. "You're actually pretty cool. I think I might
have to keep you around. What do you think, Benny?"
Benny begins to leer over at Sam, tongue peering out to lick at his bottom lip.
"Fuck yes."
Dean's quiet. Of course he is, his dad and his aunt and uncle are psychopaths.
Sam's just glad that the man hasn't shown any signs of psychopathic behavior.
He quickly looks back at the door. It's his chance, his only chance. If he
fucks this up, he's dead, Gabe too.
Out of the window, Sam sees the mailbox and the hidden trail leading to the
lakehouse as they pass by. As they get further down the road, he seizes his
opportunity and surges over Lilith to the handle.
He's successful in opening it, but little else. It's too cramped to get out, so
he tries pushing her out instead. She's resilient and doesn't budge an inch.
Gabriel fights back too, hitting Benny and attempting to climb out as well.
John tries to stop the commotion, but fails. He takes his eyes off the road for
a second then swerves.
The car veers off into the forest and hits a tree hard, totaling the front
completely. The airbags keep John and Dean from suffering major injuries.
Lilith gets out first to check on John while a weakened Sam crawls out. Seeing
him, Lilith proceeds to kick him in his sides while clutching her stomach. Each
strike is delivered with such ferocity that it almost seems unreal.
Benny gets out too, nose bloody and misshapen. The blood flows out slowly but
surely. He drags Gabriel out and strike him in the face, laughing maniacally as
he goes down. He stomps on his face twice more before joining in with Lilith on
her beating.
John, who's sporting a small gash above his right eyebrow, opens the door up
and prevents Benny and Lilith from hurting Sam further. He even goes so far as
to punch his sister in her aching stomach to stop the assault. It leaves Sam
groaning and crying in the ground.
"FUCKING SHIT!" Benny yells. "These little fuckers broke my nose and you want
me to stop!?"
The older brother pulls out a pistol from behind his jeans and aims it at
Benny. He's not amused. "Yes. That's right. Now, grab the other kid."
Benny obeys with little hesitancy while John stows the gun to grab Sam by the
arm, hauling him to his feet. His grip is strong and it hurts Sam; his arm is
starting to bruise badly. John's angry if the crazed look in his eyes aren't
much indication. He'll do something far worse than just bruise, Sam figures.
No one speaks as Sam and Gabriel are carted through the woods. There's a small
clearing up front that Sam recognizes immediately. Near that is the lake that
leads right to the house. If only he could make it. Right now, he's doubting
that. He's too weak to even run much less swim. Just then, John tosses him onto
the ground harshly, Gabriel following afterwards.
The shorts that Sam's wearing gets ripped off by an advancing Benny. He looks
like a wild animal as Sam kicks and screams. He knows what's going on, but
doesn't like it one bit. John explains the situation.
"I had high hopes for you, Baby. Looks like you've let me down. I gotta teach
you a lesson now. Benny, test the product."
Benny laughs as he twists Sam around and pins his hands behind his back,
unzipping his zipper to reveal his half hard cock. Sam's underwear his held
intact with only the bottom ripped out. Sam doesn't want to look so he sees
Gabriel being held back by John. Dean's too horrified to even do anything but
look away and Lilith begins touching herself. She's sick.
The large man above him casually spits in his hand to lube up his cock,
thrusting in with one hard push. The burn is unimaginable and way too painful.
This isn't right. He's not supposed to lose his virginity to a serial killer/
rapist while his best friend is forced to watch. Benny then starts to get even
more excited when Sam's muffled whimpers become full on quiet sobs for help.
It's all down hill from there. When Benny wraps one strong hand around Sam's
neck and puts the other over his mouth, the boy fights back. He bites the man's
finger until he starts to bleed. He screams, but then he punches he kid in the
back of the head. That makes Sam much more compliant as he rapes him.
As it all happens, Sam thinks of Bobby and Ellen. The food that she makes. The
endless baseball caps that he owns. Sam's gonna miss all of that because he
knows this is the end. Being used and abused to death in the middle of the
woods. Lilith seems to be enjoying herself a little too much for Sam's taste
though. What she's doing is disgusting; what kind of sick human being gets off
on watching another person getting raped!?
Lilith does.
Unexpectedly, Benny reaches for Sam's flaccid member. He starts become agitated
when the boy doesn't get hard. Even rubbing it isn't a enough for Sam to get
even the tiniest ounce of pleasure. For some reason, it makes the kid feel like
he has a small speck power against his attacker. It makes the act a little more
bearable knowing that Benny is angry that he can't make Sam gain an erection.
With one more harsh thrust, he's cumming inside the boy. The climax took way
longer than Sam had wanted to and it's at that time Lilith also does. Benny
only began to draw it out by gripping Sam's hips tighter and tighter, riding
the rest of it out as he moaned in his ear. The teenager felt so fucking
disgusting that being in the dirt wasn't even a worse punishment. What did he
ever do to deserve this? The answer is simple: Wrong Place, Wrong Time.
"How is it?" John laughs as he claps his hands. "Better than it looks?"
Benny grins. "Better...than it looks." He confirms.
Sam's still whimpering on the ground, clawing weakly at the dirt. There's
immense pain and, when he reaches behind him, there's blood leaking, as well as
semen, from his rectum. There's so much of both substances coming out that it
fills his heart with hatred. He collapses back to the ground with a soft sigh.
Benny tucks his penis away and stands up, suggestively flicking his tongue back
and forth at the weeping boy. He even bends down briefly to slap his ass before
punching Gabriel again for no reason. John lets him go when he doubles over. He
eventually crawls over to Sam.
"Oh, God..." He says. "This is my fault. I shouldn't have said anything..." He
gets closer and acts as though he comforting the boy, but whispers in his ear.
"I'll distract them. I'll run and you run the opposite way."
"Gabriel..."
Regaining some semblance of strength, Gabriel pushed himself up and knocked
Lilith down, sprinting into the woods. Benny reacts immediately, chasing after
the kid with Lilith in hot pursuit when she gets up. By then, John's fuming.
"Fucking get him! Don't let him go far!" John turns to Dean, nostrils flaring
and gun in hand. "You watch him, you hear me?"
When Dean did nothing but cry with a vacant look in his eye, John struck him
again. Sam, laying there in the cool dirt, watched with unseeing eye as Dean
was throttled by his father. John's not a good man, as juvenile as it sounds.
Any person with eyes could see that.
"DO YOU UNDERSTAND!?"
"Y--Yes, sir!" Just like that, Dean's his obedient little soldier.
"Good. I thought I saw something a few minutes back. I'll check it out. You
better fucking watch him, Dean. I mean it."
****
He has to run faster.
He has to run farther.
He has to run with more urgency.
They're right behind him, on his heels like rabid dogs. Benny's more or less a
dog already; he was basically foaming at the mouth when he forced himself on
Sam. God, it was so painful to watch. Gabe wouldn't wish that on his worst
enemy.
****
Dean helped Sam sit upright next to him. He limited his touch on the boy; he's
still a little shaken up over what happened. Even after who his dad is, Dean's
a sweetheart. He cares and he's nothing like John.
"Are you okay...?"
It's a stupid question, he knows, but Sam can see that he's trying. What Dean's
trying to do, he doesn't know, but he's doing it. Maybe cheer him up? How could
he after that? No one would be cheery after having their innocence snatched
away from them in the blind of an eye.
"No..." Sam looks up at Dean, eyes glassy and voice breaking with each word.
"I'm not okay. I'm not okay. I'm...I'm not...I'm not...I just wanna go home...I
wanna go home..."
He didn't know what to expect from the man, but having him grip him in a tight
hug wasn't amongst his thoughts. Dean smoothes Sam's hair back, plucking away
clumps of dirt and small twigs. The gesture is unfamiliar to him and, he
thinks, to Dean as well.
"I know, Sammy." Unlike John, the nickname sounds perfect coming from Dean. He
tears up a little too. "Me too. I just wanna leave and go home too..."
The vulnerable teenager glances up at Dean, hands gripping the man's shirt
desperately. "Let's go...we--we can leave. Please..."
****
Almost there. Almost to the road. Almost to safety. Just a little more and
he'll get help. One more long stretch and he's home free. However, as he just
about gets there, Gabriel trips on a hidden branch, tumbling down to the
ground. Benny quickly tackles him and ties his hands behind his back with a
bandana.
He struggles, but the scruffy bastard had already expected him to. The boy's
knocked unconscious by Lilith holding a heavy rock. She nods when she checks
Gabe's pulse; he's still alive. She and Benny trudge back to the path to the
clearing with the kid over the man's shoulder.
****
Dean opens and closes his mouth like a confused fish. It dawns on Sam that he's
afraid of his father and the consequences of being caught escaping, but he's
definitely gotta try. He can't stay with John and he'd be damned if Dean stays
too. He's an innocent party in all of this. He can't leave him.
"I...I can't."
"You can," Sam whispers. "But you're afraid. You have every right to be...but
what about me, Dean? My parents...they still need me. Please let me go."
"Dad's coming back soon. He'll find us..."
"Then we don't have much time."
"If I go..." Dean seems lost in thought for a second. "Will I see you again?"
That's a good question. Sam doesn't hold any ill feelings towards Dean
whatsoever. As he thought before, the man's innocent in all of this. He's being
controlled by his abusive father. He can still make it out if he tried. Fear is
crippling him.
"Yes." Sam nods furiously to please him. "Yes, we'll see each other all the
time. I promise."
"O--Okay."
Dean gets up to grab the boy's shorts. He even helps him shuck them on. It
hurts for a moment, but the dull pain inside is still there. The older man
looks around fearfully as he helps Sam. But just as they start to hobble away,
John comes back, angry look on his face. Seconds later, Benny and Lilith
arrive. They have Gabriel bound and unconscious.
John advances on his son, hitting him with the butt of his pistol. He's a
monster. What gives him the right to strike his flesh and blood like that!?
You're supposed to love your children unconditionally, not beat them half to
death. Jesus Fuckin Christ. Sam tries to stop it, but is knocked back down by
John. At this moment, Gabriel starts to come to.
"God, I leave alone for one minute and you're already letting some boy get in
your head! Fine then." John growls. He puts the gun away and grabs Dean's
hands, forcing him to fondle Sam. "If he's so special, fuck him right here,
right now."
Dean resists; he's terrified. "No. Stop it! I don't wanna! Dad, cut it out!"
"Be a fucking man, Dean! Take him! Uncle Benny's already had a taste, so why
don't you?"
"You FUCKING coward!" Gabriel hisses to John. Eyes are on him as he sits up.
"Get the fuck away from him. You're nothing but a coward! An animal!"
John cackles, but Sam knows that there's nothing to laugh at. He let's go of
Dean and Dean in turn let's go of Sam. Trying to see better, the boy notices
John getting something from Benny. He can't see it though. The older man bends
down to Gabriel's level, smirking.
"You should learn to respect your elders, young man."
"Fuck you--"
Oh.
So, that's what it was.
A knife.
A knife that John has just stuck into Gabriel's abdomen. His body flops on the
dirt as Sam makes a feeble attempt to rush to his friend. He's stopped by John
who hugs him tight. It's a change of pace that confuses Sam because this
murderer just killed his friend and is comforting him. It's insane, he's
insane.
The more he tries to see Gabriel, the more John hides his face to shush sweet
nothings in his ear. He sobs loud as the man cradles him and eventually lays
him down on the forest floor again. Sam's body and mind shut down once more
when his shorts are torn from him. This time, however, Benny tries to hold back
Dean as John licks his way up Sam's neck.
The man takes his time unlike how Benny did. He's trying to make it more
sensual, more loving and it only makes Sam feel more sick. Why him? Wrong
Place, Wrong Time. He should've stayed at home, hung out with his parents. Now,
he'll never see them again. Or Gabriel.
****
Bobby cuddles with his wife on the couch, wine glasses on the coffee table.
They're watching some rediculous romantic comedy and he couldn't be any more
happier.
"Feeling better?" He asks her.
Ellen looks up at him, eyes full of worry. "No, I'm not. I'm still worried
about Sam..."
"He's alright. I know it."
"You promise?"
"I promise."
He kisses her briefly before going back to the movie. There's something about
what he just said bothers him. He just can't seem to put his finger on it...
****
He was made to lay on his back. Sam couldn't fight back if he wanted to, he has
no more energy. There wasn't any preparation needed whatsoever. The combined
mixture of semen and blood was enough lube for John. But when he breached Sam's
hole, the boy only felt small pain. After that was pleasure. So intense that
his own cock reacted and he achieved a full erection in seconds.
(No! No! No!)
John chuckles darkly in his throat as he firmly grasps Sam's dick in his hand.
He pumps it slowly to keep in time with his soft thrusts. If Sam didn't know
any better, he'd say that the man above him was trying to make love to him.
It's just speculation, but that's what it seems like.
"See this, Ben?" John pants, going a little faster. "This is how you do it.
This is what he wants."
Benny sighs and grumbles a "Whatever" as his brother continues violating the
teenager. What's wrong with this family? They clearly have no shame! And being
raped in the dirt twice and having people watch is degrading as all hell!
That's when John bent down to kiss the boy.
It was chaste at first, him trying to test the waters. When Sam pulled away, he
got feisty and put his mouth on him, forcefully gaining entrance to both holes
in some way. No matter how much he wanted to fight, he couldn't. He knows that
if he tries again, he'll lose.
(Loser)
And with that set in his mind, John strokes him one last time before he ends up
ejaculating all over his hand. The man groans and grunts as he fills Sam's rim
with his own cum. He fall on tip of him, careful not to let his weight crush
him. That's odd. Why does he even care?
"Good boy, Sammy. Very good boy. So pretty."
Sam sees Dean, tears streaming down his face. He saw everything, even his
climax. That's enough to make his face strawberry red with embarrassment. John
fixes himself up, wiping the cum on the inside of his shirt. He tucks away a
strand of hair behind Sam's ear before getting up.
That's it. That's the final straw. Looking forward slightly, Sam sees a nice
sized rock. He quickly grabs it, making sure that no one notices. He tries to
stand, only to fall back down. Mustering up more strength, he gets up slowly,
concealing his weapon with his head down mumbling.
"...like...swim..."
"What's that?" Lilith taunts.
"...to...swim..."
"You what?" Benny growls. "What are you saying?"
"I like to swim!" Sam shouts as he hits John in the head with the rock.
The chase is on as he flees to the lake. He's got a good head start, he knows.
The others are still tending to a screaming John. Not much farther now. The
hears them running behind him, branches and twigs snapping from under their
weight.
In these very woods, him and Jo used to roam. They'd play pretend and toss
rocks in the water while Bobby and Ellen watched. They even encountered a deer
before. They fed it and even pet it briefly before trotting away. Jo...she was
so young.
When Sam reached the edge of the lake, a sort of power came over him telling
him to swim for his life. He wants to believe that it's his little sister,
helping him even in the afterlife. Taking a deep breath, Sam jumped in.
Surprisingly, the splash wasn't all too loud. However, the pursuing family
still heard and headed to his direction.
Benny reached the edge first, followed by Lilith and John. He snatched the gun
from John and aimed it at where Sam is swimming. Reluctant at first, John
eventually let it happen as Sam's potential escape could prove trivial to the
rest of them.
Shot after shot was missed, zipping past Sam in the water. He dove in further
to escape the bullets, but eventually came up for air. Before he could swim out
around the corner, he felt a pain in his lower shoulder; he's been shot. It
causes him to stop as the pain is too real.
(It hurts...it hurts...it hurts too much. It hurts...make it stop. Make it
stop.)
The boy's body floats face up with blood pooling around the water. He takes
another small breath and then, he closes his eyes. John snatches the gun away
from Benny as thunder sounds; there's a storm coming. It starts to rain in
heavy torrents, drenching all of them.
Their hair and clothes are soaked. Dean eventually wanders over to see Sam
floating in the water. He sinks to his knees in defeat and cries. John only
looks out in regret.
"I got him." Benny mutters. "Now what?"
John just keeps staring at Sam's body. "I saw a house a while back. We'll see
what we can find there..."
***** Don't Mean To Impose... *****
Chapter Summary
     John and Family unknowingly meet Sam's parents; Dean eventually
     realizes just who they are.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Horrifying.
That's the only word Dean can describe everything that's happened in the
subsequent hour. Those boys didn't deserve that, especially Sam. He clutches
the amulet that Sam had snuck in his hand in secret. No one notices. It makes
him feel closer to the kid that's currently unmoving in the lake.
He promised that they'd meet again, but Benny and John tore him away so fast.
Even in death, the boy looks beautiful, laying there like an angel. Even if he
did believe in them, Sam's still one, innocent in all of this. It's his fault,
he shouldn't have brought them back to the motel.
****
The rain pours down heavily on the roof of the lakehouse. Ellen hadn't expected
it to rain; she saw the weather forecast before they left their real home.
Bobby made a nice dinner for the two of them, candlelight and white wine. He
can be a romantic when he wants to. He's happy with his marriage if you ask
him.
His only problem is the "Sam Issue" with his wife. None of them have the
courage to discuss it with the boy and there was a time when he could've sworn
Sam heard. However, he revealed he had on earphones. It was too close.
As Ellen cleans the dishes, Bobby comes in the kitchen with the extra wine
glasses. "Now are you feeling better?"
"A little bit. Dinner was nice. We haven't had this much alone time since Sam
was a baby. It's nice, but..."
"You're still worried." Bobby finishes. She nods solemnly and he continues,
handing her the other dishes. "He'll call tomorrow."
"And if he doesn't?"
".. Then we'll figure something out."
There is a knock on the door then and it confuses Bobby and startles Ellen.
This is the only house out here for a few miles. Who could possibly be out
there? The couple travel to the front door together with Ellen opening it.
Outside, all soaked from the rain, is four people, three men and one woman. One
of the men looks a little worse for wear than the others, his nose looks to be
broken. They look tired and the youngest looks shaken up. This is an odd bunch
from the looks of it.
"May I help you?" Ellen asks.
"Um, excuse us," The man with black and grey hair says. "But we had a car
accident and we saw your house up the road before it happened. We were
wondering if you had a phone or something to help us. That'd be great."
"Uh, come on in here, son." Bobby says as he ushers them inside. "You guys must
be freezing. Hey, is your nose alright?"
The scruffy looking man casted his eyes down and laughed nervously. "I broke it
during the crash. It hurts like hell."
"Don't worry. I'll get you patched up. I'm a doctor. Come on, into the dining
room."
****
"I'm John and this is my son, Dean. That's my brother, Benny and our sister,
Lilith. Sorry. We don't mean to impose..." John says as he drinks hot tea from
a mug.
"No, it's alright." Ellen gives Dean a coffee mug.
He and the rest of them were given blankets and something hot to drink. Dean
doesn't talk much as Ellen had observed. He just sits there staring off into
space, never making eye contact with any of his family members. Bobby's
currently fixing Benny's nose, reconfiguring it and stitching it up.
"Nice to meet you all." He says before snapping Benny's nose in shape. "There
you go. Good as new!"
"Fuck, Doc!!" Benny grips the arm of the dining chair hard. "Not too gentle,
are you?"
Bobby laughs. "Hardly. What brings you all out this way?"
John looks at Dean who only looks back down into his mug of tea. He drapes his
arm over his son and smiles. "We're on vacation, family vacation. I thought I'd
be nice to spend some time with my son and his aunt and uncle, ya know? Get out
for a while."
"Yeah, I know what you mean." Ellen chimes in. "We're doing the same. So,
listen: Our son has the car and he won't be back until tomorrow morning. I'm
not just gonna kick you out into the rain. There's a guest house if you're all
interested."
"Thanks, Ellen," John's grin is back full force. "How very hospitable of you."
"Um...excuse me?" Dean asks quietly.
Ellen smiles at him. "Yes, sweetheart?"
"Where do I put this?" He says holding the empty mug. "I'm finished..."
"In the kitchen. Just put it on the counter. I'll clean it soon."
"Okay."
Dean gets up with his blanket and cup without a second glance towards his
father. He can't forget what's happened. He should've tried harder to protect
Sam, dammit! All of this guilt starts multiplying when he walks into the
kitchen.
He sees a picture on the refrigerator. The face on it looks familiar so he
takes a few strides forward to check it out. When he's close enough, he puts a
hand over his mouth as his eyes water. There, in the picture, is Sam with Bobby
and Ellen, his parents. Everything starts clicking together now. The way Sam
acted, the car crash, the escape to the lake, it all makes sense!
But he can't just tell them. John would kill them too and Dean's just so tired
of the killing. Digging in his pocket, he pulls out Sam's amulet. Thinking on
his feet, Dean coils the necklace around the coffee mug as a warning to the
family before joining back with them all in the dining room.
What they'll do if they find it, Dean doesn't know, but it won't be pretty.
****
After Ellen got the other family situated in the guest house, she came back to
the living room with Bobby. The man had on some slow music and it made her
eyebrow go up at his actions. He held his hand out for her.
"The night isn't over yet. May I have this dance?"
****
The rain beat down on his face hard. Maybe that's what woke him up. Maybe the
intense pain in his lower shoulder or backside. Whatever the case, he wakes up
letting out a very deep gasp. He realizes that he's floating. Not on air, but
on water. The events of what previously transpired played in his mind. The
rape, the shooting...the killing.
Regaining his senses, he manages to swim out to shore despite the pain. He sees
a house in the distance; the lights are on. Getting to shore was the easy part.
Walking wasn't. It hurts too much, but he pushes on. Barefoot with only
underwear and a small t-shirt, he pushes on until he collapses on the porch.
He has just enough strength to weakly pound at the front door in hopes of
someone hearing it. Hopefully, they're home.
Mom and Dad...
****
Just as Bobby twirls Ellen around for the third time, he hears a small tapping
outside. He attempts to disregard that, but then it happens again, louder than
last time with Ellen hearing it too. The noise only fades the longer they idle.
Ellen's the one who finally gets the courage to break away from her husband.
She turns the knob slowly to open the door and sees...nothing. When she looks
down though, she sees the most horrible sight imaginable. Sam's laid there,
barely clothed, soaking wet with cuts and bruises around his body. His
underwear is ripped, exposing his bottom. It's a parent's worst nightmare.
She screams the boy's name which gets her husband's attention. He gets there
quickly and almost breaks down. He scoops the kid in his arms and shouts at
Ellen clear off the coffee table. She runs back inside to do just that while he
places Sam on the table. He's barely conscious and he's shivering something
fierce.
Checking his injuries, Bobby finds a bullet hole in Sam's lower shoulder. He
swears aloud and almost stops checking for other injuries, but finds something
far worse. There's bruises and abrasions on his hips and thighs as well as
tearing in...well...Bobby would rather like to kill someone.
He commands Ellen to grab his medical tools. She rushes to the bedroom,
grabbing everything he could possibly need. When she hands them over, he grabs
a bottle of whiskey to sterilize his hands and equipment. He gets to work
immediately, shushing and comforting Sam when he starts to whine. It takes some
time to get the actual bullet out, but he does it. He stitches the wound up
perfectly, though he doubts whatever mental scars that Sam has won't heal so
quickly.
Ellen cries the entire time. She holds Sam's hand through it all, never leaving
his side. When it's all over, Bobby asks the most important question. The
question that's been grating his nerves and has become a festering thorn in his
side.
"Sammy, who did this to you...? Can you tell me?"
"Wa...wa...wat...water...thirsty." The boy croaks. It saddens the parents.
Before Bobby could even tell her to, Ellen rushed into the kitchen to get a cup
of water. Something stopped her in her tracks though. She turns around and
looks at the mug that Dean drank from. The necklace that she gifted her son
this morning is curled around the cup. That's when she realized it. She grabbed
it and Sam's cup of water, walking slowly to the living room.
"Bobby..." She sobs as she sinks to the floor. He grabs the cup from her and
she shows him the amulet. "They...they did this to him. He was wearing this
when he left this morning...that boy left it there...maybe as a warning...those
people are in our home..."
He tries to process this while helping Sam drink. Those people in his guest
house have beaten and raped his son, leaving him to die in the woods. It's
unforgivable, brutal and cold. These people are monsters and they deserve a
monster's death. As he ponders his decision, Sam begins to speak.
"It's alright..." He rasps. "I f--forgive you, both of you..."
"Sammy...?" Ellen asks.
"I...know that I'm not...your child...and I forgive you...with everything I
have...I love you both...you're the greatest parents...I can ask for..."
There's nothing else to do but cry. Even Bobby shed some tears, blubbering like
a small child. He and his wife knelt down near the coffee table holding each
other while Sam smiled weakly.
"What do we do? We don't have a car and doubt that we'll get a signal from the
phones." Ellen sobs. "What are we gonna do...?"
****
Everyone's gone to sleep. John and Lilith are hogging the bed and Benny's
asleep on the floor. Dean's sitting in a comfortable recliner just thinking
with his dad's pistol. If he could, he'd blow his brains out right here. No one
would even miss him. No one. Not a single soul. He'd be free from John's
tyranny forever, stuck in his own paradise.
But he doesn't do it. He doesn't do it because he's a coward, just like his
father. A loser who can't even tell Sam's family what happened, opting to leave
a very small, very obscure hint that can easily be overlooked. Telling them
what happened would be best, but they wouldn't believe him. He hasn't tried so
he doesn't know.
Dean takes the gun, holstering it in the back of his pants. He puts on his
hoodie and sneaks out of the guest house, choosing to tell his hosts everything
he knows. It's a long shot and he doesn't exactly know how they'll react, but
he has to do it.
Getting through the back door, Dean hears nothing except soft music and
fumbling around. He looks to where he put the cup to see that the necklace is
gone. They've found it. Good. As he gets further in, he sees Sam lain on the
coffee table. His heart melts when Sam looks at him, small smile in effect.
Bobby and Ellen turn around and stand defensively around their kid.
"Dad...he's not one of...them." Sam's voice is so small. "Dean is a good
guy...he tried to help me."
"He's telling the truth." Dean says. "I left the necklace in warning. John
Winchester is my father."
Bobby and Ellen share a small hug together. "I knew I saw his face somewhere.
That son of a bitch!"
Dean approaches the table slowly, Bobby reluctantly letting him pass by. The
man kneels in front of Sam then, chuckling sadly when the boy touches his
cheek. He's happy and impressed that Sam's managed to survive and find his way
home. He's a crafty kid.
"I'm so sorry, Sam." Dean cries when he puts his head down on the table. "I
couldn't...I tried to, but...I wasn't strong enough and...I'm so sorry...please
forgive me..."
He looks up when Sam cards a few fingers through his hair. Sitting up he
ungracefully pulls the man in a hug, kissing his lips afterwards. The act
causes Ellen to nearly drop everything and kill Dean, but Bobby keeps her from
doing it. He looks on uncomfortable as well, but it seems as though he's trying
to understand just what is happening here.
Dean looks old. Like twenties old, nothing like a teenager. And how do they
even know each other? He's pretty sure he would've heard Sam talking about
being friends with the son of a psychopathic serial killer. That would've been
enough to terminate the relationship immediately.
"I forgive you, Dean..." Sam whispers. He rests his head on Dean's shoulder.
"It's not your fault."
"Okay, loverboy." Bobby almost growls. "I need you to help me move Sam."
Just as he says it, Dean uses his weird strength to pick Sam up bridal style.
Bobby's left speechless and Ellen just looks on with a scowl. If he didn't know
any better, he'd say that they don't like him very much. Whatever. He tried to
help Sam, what more do they want?
"Where to?" The blonde asks. He not-so-subtly winks at Sam.
Bobby grunts very dismissively. "The boathouse. We're gonna get him outta here
and to the hospital. Seeing as how we don't have a car, we're taking the boat."
He stops when Ellen grabs his arm. "The boat, it won't work. We need the key."
"Well, where's the key?"
"It's in...the guest house."
Bobby's facial expression is unreadable as he leads Dean outside. He uses
another key to unlock the door to the boathouse. He watches with genuine
interest as Dean gently puts Sam into the speedboat, covering him with a warm
blanket after that.
The dynamic between the two frightens the living hell outta him. There's a
clear bond, but to what extent? How far does there relationship go? Can he even
call it that? Whatever the truth of it, it's clear that Dean cares about Sam. A
lot.
****
Ellen doesn't know what's taking her husband so long. She put all of his tools
back and fixed the coffee table within ten minutes. She's getting anxious and
that's not a good thing. Anxiety makes her impulsive and she's really feeling
impulsive now that she knows that her son's attackers are here.
The back door opens and in steps the scruffy guy from earlier, Benny. His nose
looks normal save for the scarring and stitches. Ellen's heart begins to race
upon seeing him. He tried to kill her son and yet he's looking at her like
she's a piece of meat. Sicko.
"Oh, I'm sorry to just barge in like this." He smirks, running his eyes over
Ellen's form. "I'm just looking for that nephew of mine. That kid, always going
somewhere."
Ellen laughs forcefully. "Yeah, he...he, uh, came through here, said he was
taking a walk to clear his head."
"I see..." Benny looks around the kitchen while Ellen stand in front if the
refrigerator, taking down the picture of Sam. The man just looks around.
"Where's the good doctor?"
She tries the seductive approach and begins unbuttoning her top. "He's asleep."
Her voice is sultry and her eyes flick to a knife behind Benny. "And I'm just
so bored of being with the same man, you know?"
The man laughs and begins to walk up to her, grabbing suggestively at his
crotch. "Oh, I think I can fix that. Never had a MILF before. Should be
interesting."
"I don't disappoint, sugar..."
"We'll see about that, won't we? I don't normally do this, but I'll make an
exception for you."
She chuckles, but in her head she's screaming. "Have a preferred type?"
"My brother and I do share the same interests: Guys and Girls. Had this one boy
today. GOD, he was so great. I was his first. It was amazing. Brother and I
took turns on that one."
Sam.
He's so casually talking about taking her sixteen year old son's virginity to
her face! Granted, he doesn't know that's her son, but he will soon. She pulls
out the picture from behind her and shows him, disgust and rage in her voice.
"You mean this boy!?"
His eye went wide to the point of hilarity. Taking advantage, Ellen grabs the
wine bottle from earlier to strike him across the head. The glass shattered,
but amazingly, Benny was alright. He grabbed her wrist and twisted, howling in
pain as she kicked him in the balls.
She ran into the dining room, but he caught up to her, tripping her over. He
climbs on top of her and starts to choke her. As everything starts to look
black and grey, Ellen reaches up to twist at Benny's broken nose. This causes
him to cease his attack which allows her to use a candle holder to get away and
back to the kitchen.
Ellen grabs the knife, but is surprised from behind by Benny. They struggle and
she uses the back of her head to hit his nose again. She twists around with the
knife and gets him in the shoulder. Again, he is barely fazed and pulls the
knife out, slowly advancing on her. Just when she thinks all is lost, Bobby
rushes in and tackles the man; the knife scatters.
Bobby punches Benny twice, but is thrown off afterwards and also hit. The man
grabs the knife and turns his back on Ellen. Huge mistake. Before he could go
after Bobby, Ellen screams as she plunges a huge butcher knife into the top of
Benny's skull. That finally ends the man's assault on them as his body hits the
floor, blood spreading around the linoleum.
Ellen's left panting and crying in Bobby's grasp. He tries to wipe away her
tears, but new and fresh ones constantly take their place. When she's done, she
nods to him and he does the same. They give each other the same unspoken
message: Kill Them...
From this, they have the strength to continue on. To get personal justice for
their child. To get personal justice for themselves. And, to some extent,
personal justice to Dean as well.
****
Sitting in that boat with Sam feels great, but he knows that Bobby and Ellen
can't do this by themselves. He kisses the top of Sam's head and leaves,
heading to the guest house.
Chapter End Notes
     One more chapter left! Oooooh, I'm so excited!!! :D
***** Do You Wanna Know What I Did? *****
Chapter Summary
     Bobby and Ellen confront John.
Chapter Notes
     Surprise, surprise at the very end! ;)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
She held the knife tight in her hand as she and her husband began trekking
through the forest to the guest house. They know what they're about to do is
wrong, but they have no other choice. They know that no jury in America would
ever convict them when they find out it was John Winchester and his
psychopathic family. It makes the situation more bearable.
Bobby opens the front door silently as possible, Ellen right beside him.
There's no one in the main living room, so that just leave a the upstairs.
They're both startled when Dean pops up behind them, pistol in hand. Bobby's a
little pissed off.
"What the fuck are you doing here? Why aren't you with Sam?"
"Sam's not going anywhere." Dean vehemently whispers. "And believe me, I'd
rather be with him right now, but you two can't do this alone. You had trouble
taking out Benny for Christ's sake! Dad was a marine and he taught them a few
things."
"Doesn't matter. They're still gonna die and we had the situation under
control!"
"Yeah right!"
"Both of you stop it!" Ellen hisses. She grabs the gun for herself and proceeds
to inch her way up the stairs. "Let's just do this, get the key, and leave."
They all said nothing going up those stairs. Reaching the top, Bobby started
thinking about the endgame here. If they accomplish this, what's gonna happen
to Dean? Sam really seems to take him in high regard and would probably be
extremely sad if the kid mysteriously disappeared. Never to be heard of again.
Wiping out the sick members of the Winchester clan.
No. Bobby can't do that. Dean's helping them. He's just a kid, innocent in the
face of his father's wrath. He doesn't deserve to die any more than Sam does.
Their lives are equally important. Maybe he'd help the kid out after this, give
him some money and let him choose his own way, his own life.
But it seems like there's something there. So much chemistry in the way that
Sam and Dean look at each other. It's deep-rooted, bigger than itself. Like
they've known each other for a long time. It's crazy, but it's just a thought.
Only a thought. Bobby's pushed back to reality when he sees John and Lilith
sleeping soundly.
Ellen, with her hands shaking, raises up the gun. When she cocks it, John's
eyes open up immediately and assesses the situation. His reflexes are quick as
he wakes up Lilith and a shot is fired past him. He climbs of the bed to fight
Bobby while Lilith kicks the gun away from Ellen. Dean, scared, runs back into
the hallway as the fighting continues.
"What the fuck is wrong with you people!?" John yells as he hits Bobby in the
stomach.
He pushes away from the doctor to make a bold decision. In nothing but a pair
sweatpants, John dives out of the window to the ground below. Miraculously, he
survives the fall, but is left limping slightly into the woods near the
lakehouse. It forces Bobby to focus on helping his wife with Lilith.
She's resilient and strong. Dean wasn't kidding when he said the thing about
the marines. Speaking of which, the kid's in the hallway, watching horrified.
Bobby understands his reluctance; these people are still his family, but they
aren't good people and if Dean chooses to ignore this, they'll all die.
Just as Bobby thinks he has her on the ropes, Lilith sweeps his legs out from
under him, laughing as he hits the floor. She smacks Ellen twice before
watching her go down as well. Lilith picks up the gun and decides to play one
of her sick games.
"Which one wants to go first?" She giggles, topless with just panties. She
points the gun at Ellen who tries to block it with her hand. "You hit me first.
Looks like you're up."
"How bout you, Bitch." Dean says behind her.
He expertly grabs the gun from her and pushes her away. Dean aims quickly at
her head and pulls the trigger quicker. The bullet goes straight through her
right eye and she's dead on the spot. Dean drops down with her, form shaking
heavily. That was his aunt. No matter how sadistic or sick she was, that was
his family and he killed her.
And...it felt good to finally murder that bitch. Bobby fumbled around the
nightstands to look for the key. When he finally finds it, helps both of them
up to get to the lakehouse. John's still out there, but he's hurt.
****
John got away as fast as possible, hobbling on one leg. It's not broken, thank
god, but it's bruised, just like his forehead when Sam hit him with it. Oh, how
he misses that kid. Despite everything that's happened, he misses him and his
fiery side. The side that wants to rebel so much. He would've made a great pet,
but Dean would've been the one to fuck it up.
Getting into the back door of the lakehouse, John spots his brother on the
floor with a knife sticking out of his skull. He only shakes his head as he
pulls it out, admiring the work that Ellen and Bobby must've done. They can't
be your ordinary couple, so he looks around for clues and that's when he sees
it. The picture that makes everything click together. Sam and his parents.
He wanders into the living room to see more pictures and even a banner with the
kid's name on it. How could they have missed all this earlier!? John quickly
and silently runs upstairs as he hears the back door open. He thinks about Dean
and if he's dead already. Wouldn't matter much to him, the boy's dead weight.
****
The trio get through the door quickly. Ellen notices that the knife from
earlier is missing from Benny's corpse. John's been here. Bobby's in the front
while Dean's in the back guarding Ellen's flank. He grimaces upon seeing his
uncle's body on the kitchen floor, but keeps on.
Everything's quiet; no more music is playing in the living room and most of the
lights are off. Only the sound of rain beating down on the roof is heard.
Thunder is also heard, but it's in bursts. John's voice reverberates all around
the house then. It's origin is undetermined. It leaves Bobby, Ellen and Dean
searching for him with their guards up.
"Excellent work on my brother there. He was a piece of shit anyway. He let me
down. You know, Doc, Sammy was a good boy though. He was so compliant...on the
ground, in the dirt. He was so tight. He begged for you to save him."
Bobby snarled as he signaled for Ellen and Dean to stay put while he snuck
upstairs, careful not to jostle any creaky floorboards. He held a fire poker in
his hand as he made his way up. He flinched when he heard John chuckle darkly.
"Do you wanna know what I did to your son, Bobby? Do you you wanna know how he
came from me just touching him?"
"No." Bobby says as he rounds a corner. "I wanna hear you scream for mercy when
I cut your dick off and feed it to you."
He was surprised attacked when John came out of his hiding place, knife raised
above his head. Bobby ducked, but was tackled, sending him and John over the
banister to the living room below. Bobby lands on his back, groaning as John
goes after Ellen. She bites his arm, but he punches her in the eye, watching
gleefully as she goes down.
Bobby tries to get up only to be knocked back down by John. He plunges the
knife into Bobby's palm, pinning him to the floor. For whatever reason, he's
not killing them right away. Ellen doesn't move when John kicks her side. She's
unconscious. John turns around when he hears footsteps and he comes face to
face with his son holding his gun up at him.
"L--Leave them alone..." Dean says shakily. He's scared. "Stop it..."
John just smirks as he grabs Bobby's fire poker from the floor. He advances on
his son, backing him into a corner. He helps Dean out by pointing the gun at
his head. It gets worse from there as he spits venomous words at his offspring.
"You're choosing them over me? Your flesh and blood? I'm so disappointed in
you, Dean. But if you feel like a fucking big man, go on and pull the trigger."
Dean falters because it's just so hard. It should be easy just pulling the
trigger and ending it, but he can't. It's his father, the actual man that
helped create him. He given him life and more things than anyone else in this
world.
So, he drops the gun and hangs his head in defeat. He thinks that's all, until
John sticks the poker into his lower stomach. Dean grabs the object that's
currently stabbing him, but John grips his arm and sticks it in deeper. Bobby
only grunts in pain as he tries to get up.
"I can't leave any loose ends, son." John smiles. "I hope you understand. Just
look on the bright side, you and Sam will be together again."
The sound of a shotgun being pumped causes John's attention to go off of Dean.
He turns around and nearly faints. He sees Sam, barely clothed and clearly in
pain, holding a .12 gauge shotgun to John. He's breathing heavily and he's
soaking wet from top to bottom. He's a little dirty, but recognizable.
"I'm right here, asshole." Sam grunts.
John's eyes go wide as he lets go of Dean. He drops everything and slowly
shuffles over to the boy, posture unthreatening. However, Sam doesn't care as
he fires a round directly into John's side. The man stops only to look down at
his wound. He stumbles to Sam and collapses on top of the boy.
Sam's terrified and in pain. He doesn't scream as John uses a bloody hand to
caress the boy's cheek. Tears stain the both of their cheeks. It seems weird.
All this time, John has tried his hardest not to really hurt Sam, as crazy as
it sounds.
"Your eyes..." John rasps. "I knew...we met before. You have her...eyes."
That's when John whispers one final secret in Sam's ear before he takes his
last breath. His body is heavy, but Sam manages to wiggle out from under him.
He shows extreme concern and care as he pulls the knife out of Bobby's hand.
The man pulls him in a big hug before Sam goes to check on Dean while Bobby
goes to Ellen.
Sam carefully removes the bit of the poker that's stuck inside of Dean. The
blonde is responsive and he seems to be okay if his desperate need to make out
with Sam is any indication. Eventually they broke apart with Ellen and Bobby
helping them to their feet. Not one of the speaks as they get into the
speedboat.
The rain stops and the sun is beginning to rise, but not quite there yet. The
sky is in the early stages of being blue. Bobby has some gauze wrapped around
his hand, but he's still able to steer. Ellen applied pressure to Dean's wounds
while Sam leaned against the man, eyes unseeing and unblinking.
He watches as the house becomes smaller and smaller the more distance Bobby
puts between them and it. That house once held fantastic family memories,
memories of him and Jo and their parents, running around happily. Now, there's
nothing but sadness and death...he never wants to go back there again.
****
Two Months Later...
Everything's changed now. Bobby and Ellen weren't convicted, as he had
predicted, against what happened at the lakehouse. The authorities almost
didn't believe the story until they saw the carnage for their own eyes. Sam's
injuries and body was proof enough on the atrocities committed by the
Winchester clan. They let Dean go after Sam confessed that Dean had no role in
his attack.
Bobby got rid of the lakehouse altogether, giving it instead to Rufus. After
doing that, he and Ellen made an unspoken vow to never set foot in that house
again. Sam ended up telling Gabriel's family everything that happened. They
didn't treat Sam any different, welcoming him back with open arms.
He didn't talk about Dean to them as anyone associated with the Winchesters is
their enemy. Sam omitted him from the story as best as he could.
Ellen, although highly skeptical, invited Dean to stay with them in the house
in Lawrence until he got back on his feet. Bobby gave him a room in the attic,
very spacious. Sam hasn't exactly been talking much though. He barely even
talks to Dean.
****
Sometime Later...
Sam sits under the tree in the backyard, picking idly at the grass. He can't
get John's final words out of his head. I'd they're true, that that makes
things complicated. He doesn't like complicated. Simple things are good enough
for him.
As the wind blows through his shaggy hair, Dean plops himself next to Sam on
the grass with two bottles of water. He looks great; he's been working out
actively after the incident, gaining so much muscle mass. Sam's noticed, of
course. He wouldn't be him if he didn't.
"The weather's nice today." Dean sighs, giving the kid a water bottle. "Like
every other day with you around."
The teenager says nothing as he unscrews the cap and sips the water. Dean's
used to this, him being like this a lot. It's different from how he used to be.
He misses Sam's bubbly personality or what little he's seen of it.
"It's alright..." He says finally.
"Ah, he speaks!"
Sam giggles just a little bit and that's enough for Dean. He drapes an arm
around Sam's shoulder, pulling him in close. He takes Sam's acceptance as a
good sign and kisses his forehead.
"What's bugging you, Sammy?" Dean whispers. "Obviously it's what happened a
while ago, but there's more. I know it. You've been avoiding everyone lately,
especially me. Please...I wanna know."
The boy looks up at the green eyed man, expressionless. "Do you wanna know? Do
you really wanna know?"
"Of course..."
Sam sits himself up, detaching away from Dean briefly. He grabs his hand and
intertwines their fingers together. It feels right. It feels warm. It feels
like home.
"Before John died, he told me something. He said that I have her eyes. And then
he...he told me something else. He said that he's my father, Dean...John
Winchester is my father...and you're my brother."
The revelation causes Dean to stare deeply into Sam's eyes. He can't tell what
he's thinking about at all. He wishes he could read minds. However, just as he
thinks Dean is going to get up to leave, he leans in to kiss Sam. He's too
stunned to do much other than reciprocate the action. When's it's over, he's
left feeling guilty. He probably shouldn't have done that, but he's not sure if
he really cares if not.
"I don't care." Dean smiles. "Dad's always been popular with the ladies. He let
it slip one night while drunk about a baby brother or something. I wouldn't be
too surprised if you're not the only one out there."
Sam looks at him incredulously. "You--You're not mad or anything? Disgusted?
We're brothers!"
"But we haven't grown up together. Hell, we didn't even know that each other
existed so can you really fault yourself for that? It was beyond our control."
"I...I don't know."
"Sam," Dean licks his lips and squeezes his hand slightly. "I love you...and
I'm not going anywhere for a long time as long as you want me by your side."
The boy's eyes well up and tears form. He lets out several sobs before
embracing Dean. The man smoothes his hair back as he lifts up his chin to kiss
him again. This time, Sam puts more into it than ever, putting his arms around
Dean's neck.
****
Nothing will ever break them apart.
It doesn't matter in what universe.
It doesn't matter in what timeline.
It doesn't matter in what setting.
It doesn't matter in what situation.
Sam and Dean Winchester will always choose each other. Nothing and no one will
come between them as long as they're together.
Chapter End Notes
     In case the ending part confuses you, let me explain. As Lucifer
     states in "Bite Me", there's multiple universes. This, and the others
     in this series, is an example. There you go! Every single work in
     this current series is another universe in which Sam and Dean reside
     in! I hope you all enjoyed this! Stay tuned for more. I'm going in
     another direction with the next one! :)
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