Fic: Home for Christmas (Supernatural) 4/4
Title: Home for Christmas
Characters: Sam, Bobby
Chapter Word Count: 1047
Rating: R
Warnings: Descriptions of rape and sexual events of a semi-graphic nature
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't own.
Summary: Based on the OhSam Triple Play prompt: Sioux Falls/Bobby/Sexual Assault. Sam just needed a place to lie low for a while. Bobby's salvage yard was the only place he could think of where he thought he'd be welcome.
Sam’s shoulders slumped. “I was pledging to this fraternity. It was sort of a dare. My roommate thought I didn’t have the guts to do it. If I stayed in until I was eliminated, I would get two hundred bucks. It was stupid, but I needed the cash and it was a laugh. I figured they’d cut me after the first round. I’m not exactly frat material.”
Bobby waited for him to continue.
“There was this guy, Matt. He was, well, Matt. Most of the guys thought it was funny to do things like make the pledges wear aprons and bunny ears or run naked across the football field at midnight. Stupid guy pranks. But Matt was different. He would make a guy strip in the middle of the quad in front of everyone at lunch and if he didn’t, he’d paddle him then and there. He would smack some of the smaller kids around at parties and I know he did off limits sorts of thing to several of the guys.”
Sam paused for a breath. Bobby almost wanted to ask what exactly off limits meant, but he knew he wouldn’t like the answer.
“I made it farther than I meant to. In round three, you get assigned to a mentor - a big brother sort of thing. I was originally supposed to be with Spencer, who was in on the joke and had just about decided to take pity on me and cut me. But last minute, Matt wanted to trade pledges. I ended up with him.
“At first it wasn’t so bad. He’s an asshole, but he just had me do stupid things like carry his lunch or spot him in the gym. But then he wanted me to do his homework and threatened me if I didn’t. I refused. Cited the fraternal code of conduct back at him thinking it was a test. He got pissed and threatened to make me regret it.
“I figured he was an asshole, but he was still just a student and I could always go to the advising professor and turn him in if I had to. I let it slip to Spence what had gone down and he agreed to back me if it came down to it.
“I thought that was going to be the end of it. I didn’t hear anything from Matt for about week. Then one night, out of the blue, he asked me to meet him on the soccer field at midnight. I got a weird vibe but I went anyway. I brought along my knife just in case.
“When I showed up, Matt was there in his full fraternity get up, along with two other guys with their hoods up. They jumped me, Bobby. I tried to get free, I swear. They were huge and knew their stuff.”
Sam looked at him pleading. “You’ve got to believe me. I tried every trick I knew.”
Bobby nodded. “I’m sure you did. Wouldn’t expect anything else.”
Sam stared at his hand, picking at the edge of the tape on his bandage. “I don’t know. It all happened so fast, but suddenly there weren’t just three of them anymore and they…”
Bobby shifted so he was sitting back. “What Sam? I know this is hard, but it will help to talk about it.”
Sam swallowed and took a deep breath. When he spoke again, it was eerily calm. “Someone was taking pictures. They tied me down to these stakes in the ground, only they weren’t like wooden stakes, these things had to be metal and pretty deep because they wouldn’t budge. And they did things.” Sam shuddered.
Bobby had a sickening feeling he knew exactly what had gone down, but he had to ask. “What kinds of things, son?”
“They made me suck most of them off,” Sam said matter-of-factly. “They would hold my nose so I couldn’t breathe unless I opened my mouth and one of them found my knife and they were rubbing it up and down my thigh…
“I did it. I’m not saying I didn’t, but I didn’t have much of a choice. At some point they got bored and flipped me so they could-” His words choked off and he swallowed thickly. Bobby waited. He was trying to be patient. “They…they raped me, Bobby.”
By this point, he was crying and scrubbing viciously at the tears. “They had a cock cage that they fastened onto me before they let me up. When they untied me, Matt flipped through all the photos. He made a tutting noise. Said he didn’t realize I was into pornography and that it was grounds for dismissal from the school, which is true. He said if I ever told anyone what happened he’d release the photos. Warned he’d be checking on the cage and it had better still be in place when he did. Then they just left.
“I stumbled into my dorm around three that morning. They’d taken my clothes, but someone had dropped my knife in the grass next to me. I walked in and my roommate saw everything, dried spunk, rope burns, all of it. Asked me if I’d had a good night.”
Sam shuddered.
When he’d been quiet for a moment, Bobby prompted him. “Did you go to anyone?”
Sam shrugged, “At first, no. I was too scared. I can take on a vampire or a werewolf, but I was scared of a pack of preppy twenty year olds.” A bitter chuckle escaped him. “I could have picked the lock on the cage in five seconds flat, but I remembered what Matt had said. Eventually Spencer found me and said he’d overheard Matt and a couple of guys bragging about it. Apparently the rest of the guys were pissed and pushed me to go to the administration. I spoke with a councilor first, to make sure everything was confidential. She urged me to bring the matter at least to the academic jury if not the police. When I finally did, they seized the photos. Matt, for being a diabolical dick, wasn’t apparently very good at covering his tracks and whoever took the photos had included enough of the other students to prove it had been the fraternity. When they threatened to shut the organization down, the ones responsible were forced to come forward. Most of them had already been caught out bragging.
“They all got jail time. Matt served the longest, but it was only about a month. He got out about a week ago. He’s been leaving threatening messages even before he got out. He broke into my apartment once and harassed Jessica a couple of times. I have a restraining order against him, but with everyone gone for break, he’s been worse. I just couldn’t be there any longer.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have brought it to your house.”
Bobby straightened up. “Ain’t none of that your fault. If he wants to follow you here, let him. I got a shotgun full of rock salt that will make him think twice about coming round here again. Won’t kill him, but it will smart like a bitch. And I’m a personal friend with the sheriff. In fact, I hope he tries something, ‘cause I’ll have his ass on a platter then. Might still.”
“Please, don’t. That’s exactly what I worry about. If Dean found out, he’d do something stupid and actually get arrested. I just want to forget for a little while.”
“Sam, the problem won’t go away because you ignore it.”
“I know. And if I have to, I’ll finish it, but I don’t want to be that person. I left to get away from all that.”
Sam fell silent. Bobby wasn’t sure what to say.
“So, are you absolutely disgusted with me yet?”
“I told you before. None of that was your fault. Why would I be disgusted?”
“I feel like I’ll never be clean again.”
“You’re not dirty, Sam.” After a moment he rose. “Come on, let’s get you to bed. My knees aren’t what they used to be.” He held a hand out for Sam, who stood and followed him to the spare room. Bobby waited for him to climb into the bed a lay down before he pulled a ladder back chair over.
He leaned forward to look Sam in the eye. “I don’t want to ask, Sam, but I feel like I need to. What happened with your hand, was that really an accident?”
“God, yes. I swear. There are easier ways to go about it than slicing your palm open. Not very discrete either. Plus it hurt like a bitch.”
Somehow that didn’t comfort Bobby like it was supposed to, but he let it be. “Okay. Just get some rest. The rest can wait till in the morning.”
“Would you…” Sam hesitated. He seemed younger somehow. “You don’t have to, and I understand if it’s weird, but…would you stay? Just for a little while? I know it’s stupid…”
“It’s not stupid. I’m not going anywhere.” He leaned over and grabbed a book off the night stand. It was a collection of Greek folklore. “I’m just going to sit here and read for a little while.”
Sam smiled thinly. “Thanks, Bobby.”
Sam fell asleep about ten pages into the book, but Bobby didn’t move. He felt like he needed to keep watch, at least for the night. He wondered what Dean was doing now and if he should call him. If Sam wasn’t doing better by the time he left for school again, he would. Someone needed to teach this Matt kid he didn’t mess with a hunter’s kid.
Bobby dozed off a half dozen pages later glad that, despite the circumstances, at least one of his boys would be home for Christmas.
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Characters: Sam, Bobby
Chapter Word Count: 1047
Rating: R
Warnings: Descriptions of rape and sexual events of a semi-graphic nature
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't own.
Summary: Based on the OhSam Triple Play prompt: Sioux Falls/Bobby/Sexual Assault. Sam just needed a place to lie low for a while. Bobby's salvage yard was the only place he could think of where he thought he'd be welcome.
Sam’s shoulders slumped. “I was pledging to this fraternity. It was sort of a dare. My roommate thought I didn’t have the guts to do it. If I stayed in until I was eliminated, I would get two hundred bucks. It was stupid, but I needed the cash and it was a laugh. I figured they’d cut me after the first round. I’m not exactly frat material.”
Bobby waited for him to continue.
“There was this guy, Matt. He was, well, Matt. Most of the guys thought it was funny to do things like make the pledges wear aprons and bunny ears or run naked across the football field at midnight. Stupid guy pranks. But Matt was different. He would make a guy strip in the middle of the quad in front of everyone at lunch and if he didn’t, he’d paddle him then and there. He would smack some of the smaller kids around at parties and I know he did off limits sorts of thing to several of the guys.”
Sam paused for a breath. Bobby almost wanted to ask what exactly off limits meant, but he knew he wouldn’t like the answer.
“I made it farther than I meant to. In round three, you get assigned to a mentor - a big brother sort of thing. I was originally supposed to be with Spencer, who was in on the joke and had just about decided to take pity on me and cut me. But last minute, Matt wanted to trade pledges. I ended up with him.
“At first it wasn’t so bad. He’s an asshole, but he just had me do stupid things like carry his lunch or spot him in the gym. But then he wanted me to do his homework and threatened me if I didn’t. I refused. Cited the fraternal code of conduct back at him thinking it was a test. He got pissed and threatened to make me regret it.
“I figured he was an asshole, but he was still just a student and I could always go to the advising professor and turn him in if I had to. I let it slip to Spence what had gone down and he agreed to back me if it came down to it.
“I thought that was going to be the end of it. I didn’t hear anything from Matt for about week. Then one night, out of the blue, he asked me to meet him on the soccer field at midnight. I got a weird vibe but I went anyway. I brought along my knife just in case.
“When I showed up, Matt was there in his full fraternity get up, along with two other guys with their hoods up. They jumped me, Bobby. I tried to get free, I swear. They were huge and knew their stuff.”
Sam looked at him pleading. “You’ve got to believe me. I tried every trick I knew.”
Bobby nodded. “I’m sure you did. Wouldn’t expect anything else.”
Sam stared at his hand, picking at the edge of the tape on his bandage. “I don’t know. It all happened so fast, but suddenly there weren’t just three of them anymore and they…”
Bobby shifted so he was sitting back. “What Sam? I know this is hard, but it will help to talk about it.”
Sam swallowed and took a deep breath. When he spoke again, it was eerily calm. “Someone was taking pictures. They tied me down to these stakes in the ground, only they weren’t like wooden stakes, these things had to be metal and pretty deep because they wouldn’t budge. And they did things.” Sam shuddered.
Bobby had a sickening feeling he knew exactly what had gone down, but he had to ask. “What kinds of things, son?”
“They made me suck most of them off,” Sam said matter-of-factly. “They would hold my nose so I couldn’t breathe unless I opened my mouth and one of them found my knife and they were rubbing it up and down my thigh…
“I did it. I’m not saying I didn’t, but I didn’t have much of a choice. At some point they got bored and flipped me so they could-” His words choked off and he swallowed thickly. Bobby waited. He was trying to be patient. “They…they raped me, Bobby.”
By this point, he was crying and scrubbing viciously at the tears. “They had a cock cage that they fastened onto me before they let me up. When they untied me, Matt flipped through all the photos. He made a tutting noise. Said he didn’t realize I was into pornography and that it was grounds for dismissal from the school, which is true. He said if I ever told anyone what happened he’d release the photos. Warned he’d be checking on the cage and it had better still be in place when he did. Then they just left.
“I stumbled into my dorm around three that morning. They’d taken my clothes, but someone had dropped my knife in the grass next to me. I walked in and my roommate saw everything, dried spunk, rope burns, all of it. Asked me if I’d had a good night.”
Sam shuddered.
When he’d been quiet for a moment, Bobby prompted him. “Did you go to anyone?”
Sam shrugged, “At first, no. I was too scared. I can take on a vampire or a werewolf, but I was scared of a pack of preppy twenty year olds.” A bitter chuckle escaped him. “I could have picked the lock on the cage in five seconds flat, but I remembered what Matt had said. Eventually Spencer found me and said he’d overheard Matt and a couple of guys bragging about it. Apparently the rest of the guys were pissed and pushed me to go to the administration. I spoke with a councilor first, to make sure everything was confidential. She urged me to bring the matter at least to the academic jury if not the police. When I finally did, they seized the photos. Matt, for being a diabolical dick, wasn’t apparently very good at covering his tracks and whoever took the photos had included enough of the other students to prove it had been the fraternity. When they threatened to shut the organization down, the ones responsible were forced to come forward. Most of them had already been caught out bragging.
“They all got jail time. Matt served the longest, but it was only about a month. He got out about a week ago. He’s been leaving threatening messages even before he got out. He broke into my apartment once and harassed Jessica a couple of times. I have a restraining order against him, but with everyone gone for break, he’s been worse. I just couldn’t be there any longer.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have brought it to your house.”
Bobby straightened up. “Ain’t none of that your fault. If he wants to follow you here, let him. I got a shotgun full of rock salt that will make him think twice about coming round here again. Won’t kill him, but it will smart like a bitch. And I’m a personal friend with the sheriff. In fact, I hope he tries something, ‘cause I’ll have his ass on a platter then. Might still.”
“Please, don’t. That’s exactly what I worry about. If Dean found out, he’d do something stupid and actually get arrested. I just want to forget for a little while.”
“Sam, the problem won’t go away because you ignore it.”
“I know. And if I have to, I’ll finish it, but I don’t want to be that person. I left to get away from all that.”
Sam fell silent. Bobby wasn’t sure what to say.
“So, are you absolutely disgusted with me yet?”
“I told you before. None of that was your fault. Why would I be disgusted?”
“I feel like I’ll never be clean again.”
“You’re not dirty, Sam.” After a moment he rose. “Come on, let’s get you to bed. My knees aren’t what they used to be.” He held a hand out for Sam, who stood and followed him to the spare room. Bobby waited for him to climb into the bed a lay down before he pulled a ladder back chair over.
He leaned forward to look Sam in the eye. “I don’t want to ask, Sam, but I feel like I need to. What happened with your hand, was that really an accident?”
“God, yes. I swear. There are easier ways to go about it than slicing your palm open. Not very discrete either. Plus it hurt like a bitch.”
Somehow that didn’t comfort Bobby like it was supposed to, but he let it be. “Okay. Just get some rest. The rest can wait till in the morning.”
“Would you…” Sam hesitated. He seemed younger somehow. “You don’t have to, and I understand if it’s weird, but…would you stay? Just for a little while? I know it’s stupid…”
“It’s not stupid. I’m not going anywhere.” He leaned over and grabbed a book off the night stand. It was a collection of Greek folklore. “I’m just going to sit here and read for a little while.”
Sam smiled thinly. “Thanks, Bobby.”
Sam fell asleep about ten pages into the book, but Bobby didn’t move. He felt like he needed to keep watch, at least for the night. He wondered what Dean was doing now and if he should call him. If Sam wasn’t doing better by the time he left for school again, he would. Someone needed to teach this Matt kid he didn’t mess with a hunter’s kid.
Bobby dozed off a half dozen pages later glad that, despite the circumstances, at least one of his boys would be home for Christmas.
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