Save us 3/?
Title: Save us
Author:
giantslinky
Characters, Dean, Sam, Mary, John, OFC, OMC
Pairing: Mary/John
Word count: this part 2143
Warnings: Child abuse (physical and mental)
Disclaimers: I don't own Supernatural or the characters in any way.
A/N: This part is fairly short because I have to turn my laptop in so I wanted to publish at least this little part before that. Hope I can have it back pretty soon. *Pray with me friends*
Summary: He just wants to feel safe. Just for a little while. Please.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
When Sam rounded the last corner and their house finally came into view, he could have cried with relief. He needed to see for himself that Dean was okay, or as okay as he could be with that fever. Sam's gut feeling though was telling him that something was very wrong.
He almost fell when he ran up the small hill to their house and when he finally was at the front door he took a deep breath before turning the doorknob.
As soon as Sam was inside, the backpack he had held in an iron grip dropped to the floor. "Oh no, nonono." Sam's stomached dropped when he saw that the door to the basement was standing wide open. He could hear commotion coming from the basement and despite his strong urge to save his brother from whatever their father was doing, the fear made him freeze.
What if this was the day that their dad took it too far? What if this was the day he killed them?
Hot tears started dripping down Sam's face at the thought of losing Dean. They had made a promise, Dean and himself, a few years ago. It was the night after their dad had pressed Sam's hand to the stove when he had burned their dinner and Dean had spent the entire night holding an ice filled towel to Sam's palm and stroking his back. Sam had cried and said over and over that he couldn't do this anymore. The pain had made him delirious but that wasn't the entire reason to why he had said those things. He had meant them. Although Sam would never leave Dean, would never be able to actually kill himself, a part of him had given up that day. Given up on happiness, on a bright future. But that was just a part of him. The rest of him tried to stay positive and not let the sadness show. First Sam decided to make a promise to himself, to never leave Dean. And then he had looked into his big brothers eyes. Looked into those protective and loving depths and made Dean swear too.
"Promise me something Dean" he had whispered that night.
"Sure, Sammy, what is it? Dean had answered without hesitation.
"Promise me you will never leave me."
"I would never leave you Sam, you know that. Where is this coming from?"
"No, Dean you don't understand. I mean...if, if the pain would get to bad... promise me you won't go, okay?"
and when Dean had just kept stroking Sam's back and looked at him, not fully understanding, Sam had continued. The thought of having to live without his brother made more desperate words tumble out of his mouth.
"Dean promise me you won't die." and he had known he sounded childish and pleading but Sam hadn't cared. "Promise me even if you're in a lot of pain and want to go, you can't alright? You can't die before me Dean, promise?" and as soon as those words had left Sam's mouth, he heard what he sounded like. Selfish. And had immediately regretted ever saying it. He had started to shake his head, ready to take it all back, but before he had gotten the chance, Dean had answered him.
"Of course, Sammy, of course" he had said, and enveloped Sam in an gentle embrace. "but only if you promise me too." and Sam loved his brother so much he could barely breath, he had only hiccupped and nodded as an answer.
So that night they had promised each other to hold on as long as possible, for the others sake. And if they really couldn't go on any longer, the other one wouldn't either. That way they would never have to be apart. The reason to why their plan would work is a bottle of pills they have stashed under a floorboard in their room. If one of them died, the other would down all the pills from the bottle and that way no one would be left behind.
Sam remembered this as he stood frozen in the hallway. The both of them had always found comfort in the fact that they had the plan, but they also hoped that they would never have to use it.
"Not today" Sam said to himself and wiped at his tears. "Not today". His breath hitched a couple more times before his determination and anger took over his fear, and he started to walk towards the basement.
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Dean looked up the stairs and knew the bleary form he saw walking towards him was his brother. He tried to blink the water out of his eyes once more to get a clearer view of Sam, always keeping the rag in constant motion. Sam walked up to him and put a hand on his shoulder before he stepped forward, putting himself between Dean and their father.
"Well hello there, Sammy boy. Finally time to show up is it now?" Dean glared at his dad. Sam hadn't even done anything. Dean couldn't hear if Sam answered the man or not because he suddenly started coughing so much he had to bend forward until his forehead was touching the cold pavement floor. His breath was wheezing in and out and his head hurt so much he couldn't help but let go of the rag and cradle his head in his hands, still coughing. He thought he heard his brother yelling before he once again was enveloped in the icy cold content from one of the buckets.
He might have screamed. He might have ripped a few tufts of his own hair out.
But he definitely passed out.
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When Sam walked down the stairs to the basement, the first thing he spotted was exactly what Dean had seen. The buckets. This was nothing new to either of the brothers, but that didn't settle the terror that grew big and fast in Sam's stomach. He also saw that Dean was on his hands and knees on the floor, seeming to be scrubbing it. Sam had automatically walked up to his brother and put his hand on his shoulder to show Dean that he was there. He had felt how hard Dean was shaking under his hand and despite the fact that Dean's sweater was soaked in cold water, Sam could feel the heat that was radiating from Dean. That meant the fever had gotten higher.
Sam then walked passed Dean and stood protectively between Dean and their dad.
"Well hello there, Sammy boy. Finally time to show up is it now?" his dad said with a smirk and Sam felt himself falter. The courage he had been trying to build up suddenly collapsed. Why had he thought he could defend himself and his brother against this man? This monster that had controlled and hurt them all their lives. Sam had tried it before, and it was always for Dean. He had tried screaming at their father to let Dean go, cut him down, let him out, but it never worked. So why had he thought that it would work now?
"Please stop." Sam whispered "Let me take Dean upstairs, he's really sick."
He watched as his dad pointed at Dean who looked like he could barely hold himself upright, his arms were shaking so hard.
"As I told your brother before, you boys disobeyed me last night. So now it's only fair that you clean up a bit after yourselves, don't you think Sammy?"
And then Dean started coughing. Sam panicked as he watched his brother let go of the rag and all but collapsed forward. He sounded like he was choking, he could hardly get any air.
Sam hadn't notice his dad had walked over to the buckets until he saw the man walking towards Dean with one of them.
"DEAN LOOK OUT!" Sam yelled, but he was too late. The water splashed down on Dean and Sam started crying when Dean screamed out in pain. Sam watched as Dean started tipping to the side and then he just dropped to the ground, unconscious. Like a marionette had gotten all its strings cut off.
"WHAT DID YOU DO?" Sam screamed at his father, his breath hitching as he looked at his too still brother. His father seemed uncaring though. He was also looking down at Dean, but with a completely different facial expression than Sam.
"I didn't do anything, Sammy boy. This is all on you"
Sam shook his head, bottom lip wobbling. "No" he whispered, trying to convince both his dad and himself. This wasn't his fault...was it?
"No, I didn't I-I.."
"See, boy? Not even you believe that."
His dad walked up to him and Sam was surprised when instead of being rough, his dad was gentle when he opened Sam's hand and put another rag in it. "Now since your brother here-" their dad walked over to Dean and kicked him in the back so he fell over onto his stomach.
Sam flinched like he'd been shot.
"- is incapable of finishing his job, you get to finish!" The man was smiling as he walked up to Sam. He grabbed Sam's shin, and this time he wasn't gentle. "If I were you I would do as I was told, boy." They both heard the front door opening and closing upstairs which meant Sam and Dean's mother was home. Their dad sighed. "I'll be back later...don't be stupid." and with that he pushed Sam to the ground, stepped over Dean and left.
As soon as his dad closed the door behind him, Sam crawled over to his brother.
His brother who still hadn't moved.
Sam hiccupped and put a hand on his brother's shoulder. He was still crying and he knew his breaths were coming to fast and were too short but he couldn't calm down, he was close to panicking. "Dean? Please Dean you have to wake up." Sam shook his brother, maybe a little rougher than he had intended but his guilt was instantly replaced by relief when Dean groaned. Sam let out a little laugh when Dean started to blink his eyes opened. "That's right big brother, open your eyes. Come on Dean, you're doing great." Sam rubbed Deans back as Dean tried to get his bearings. His eyes were only opened at half mast, anything more seemed to tire him out completely, but it was enough for Sam. But then Dean coughed and Sam's concern was back in full force. Dean coughed and coughed. He sounded horrible and Sam started crying again. He could hear yelling from upstairs. It wasn't anything unusual but it scared Sam more than usual since his dad probably was getting pissed and other than their mom, there were only two people he would take his anger out on.
Them
"Dean, can you hear me?" Dean...please."
"Smmy? Sam-mm whaa?"
Sam pulled his legs towards his chest and let his head fall down to rest on his knees. They wouldn't make it this time. Dean's fever was too high for him to be able to focus or think straight and Sam just had a dreadful feeling in his stomach that they wouldn't make it out of this situation. Something big was about to happen to them.
Sam cried and cried. He still had his head down so he didn't see his brother slowly move towards him. He was crying so hard that he didn't hear him either. But he did feel it when Dean grabbed a hold of his sweater with a trembling hand. Sam looked up and was met by the sight of his brother's pale face. He looked into Dean's eyes but they were unfocused. Dean was so weak that he lost his grip and his hand started to fall away but Sam was quick to catch it in his own. They sat like that for a while before Dean started groaning in pain and curl into himself. Sam knew Dean's head was hurting and probably his chest too. He grabbed Dean under his armpits and pulled him towards his chest. He wrapped his arms around his brother's chest and rocked them slowly. Dean wrapped one arm around his aching head and let his other rest over Sam's arms.
Sam almost missed his brother's whisper. But only almost.
" Don't cry Sammy."
and Sam wished he hadn't heard it. Dean could barely hold his own head up. His body was full on shaking with the cold and he had a really high fever. And still he was worried about Sam crying.
Sam closed his eyes.
"It's okay, Dean" Sam whispered and rested his head on Dean's shoulder "I'm alright, and I'm gonna make sure you're alright too."
Tonight, he would save Dean.
Tonight, he was getting them out of there.
tbc....
Author:
giantslinky
Characters, Dean, Sam, Mary, John, OFC, OMC
Pairing: Mary/John
Word count: this part 2143
Warnings: Child abuse (physical and mental)
Disclaimers: I don't own Supernatural or the characters in any way.
A/N: This part is fairly short because I have to turn my laptop in so I wanted to publish at least this little part before that. Hope I can have it back pretty soon. *Pray with me friends*
Summary: He just wants to feel safe. Just for a little while. Please.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
When Sam rounded the last corner and their house finally came into view, he could have cried with relief. He needed to see for himself that Dean was okay, or as okay as he could be with that fever. Sam's gut feeling though was telling him that something was very wrong.
He almost fell when he ran up the small hill to their house and when he finally was at the front door he took a deep breath before turning the doorknob.
As soon as Sam was inside, the backpack he had held in an iron grip dropped to the floor. "Oh no, nonono." Sam's stomached dropped when he saw that the door to the basement was standing wide open. He could hear commotion coming from the basement and despite his strong urge to save his brother from whatever their father was doing, the fear made him freeze.
What if this was the day that their dad took it too far? What if this was the day he killed them?
Hot tears started dripping down Sam's face at the thought of losing Dean. They had made a promise, Dean and himself, a few years ago. It was the night after their dad had pressed Sam's hand to the stove when he had burned their dinner and Dean had spent the entire night holding an ice filled towel to Sam's palm and stroking his back. Sam had cried and said over and over that he couldn't do this anymore. The pain had made him delirious but that wasn't the entire reason to why he had said those things. He had meant them. Although Sam would never leave Dean, would never be able to actually kill himself, a part of him had given up that day. Given up on happiness, on a bright future. But that was just a part of him. The rest of him tried to stay positive and not let the sadness show. First Sam decided to make a promise to himself, to never leave Dean. And then he had looked into his big brothers eyes. Looked into those protective and loving depths and made Dean swear too.
"Promise me something Dean" he had whispered that night.
"Sure, Sammy, what is it? Dean had answered without hesitation.
"Promise me you will never leave me."
"I would never leave you Sam, you know that. Where is this coming from?"
"No, Dean you don't understand. I mean...if, if the pain would get to bad... promise me you won't go, okay?"
and when Dean had just kept stroking Sam's back and looked at him, not fully understanding, Sam had continued. The thought of having to live without his brother made more desperate words tumble out of his mouth.
"Dean promise me you won't die." and he had known he sounded childish and pleading but Sam hadn't cared. "Promise me even if you're in a lot of pain and want to go, you can't alright? You can't die before me Dean, promise?" and as soon as those words had left Sam's mouth, he heard what he sounded like. Selfish. And had immediately regretted ever saying it. He had started to shake his head, ready to take it all back, but before he had gotten the chance, Dean had answered him.
"Of course, Sammy, of course" he had said, and enveloped Sam in an gentle embrace. "but only if you promise me too." and Sam loved his brother so much he could barely breath, he had only hiccupped and nodded as an answer.
So that night they had promised each other to hold on as long as possible, for the others sake. And if they really couldn't go on any longer, the other one wouldn't either. That way they would never have to be apart. The reason to why their plan would work is a bottle of pills they have stashed under a floorboard in their room. If one of them died, the other would down all the pills from the bottle and that way no one would be left behind.
Sam remembered this as he stood frozen in the hallway. The both of them had always found comfort in the fact that they had the plan, but they also hoped that they would never have to use it.
"Not today" Sam said to himself and wiped at his tears. "Not today". His breath hitched a couple more times before his determination and anger took over his fear, and he started to walk towards the basement.
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Dean looked up the stairs and knew the bleary form he saw walking towards him was his brother. He tried to blink the water out of his eyes once more to get a clearer view of Sam, always keeping the rag in constant motion. Sam walked up to him and put a hand on his shoulder before he stepped forward, putting himself between Dean and their father.
"Well hello there, Sammy boy. Finally time to show up is it now?" Dean glared at his dad. Sam hadn't even done anything. Dean couldn't hear if Sam answered the man or not because he suddenly started coughing so much he had to bend forward until his forehead was touching the cold pavement floor. His breath was wheezing in and out and his head hurt so much he couldn't help but let go of the rag and cradle his head in his hands, still coughing. He thought he heard his brother yelling before he once again was enveloped in the icy cold content from one of the buckets.
He might have screamed. He might have ripped a few tufts of his own hair out.
But he definitely passed out.
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When Sam walked down the stairs to the basement, the first thing he spotted was exactly what Dean had seen. The buckets. This was nothing new to either of the brothers, but that didn't settle the terror that grew big and fast in Sam's stomach. He also saw that Dean was on his hands and knees on the floor, seeming to be scrubbing it. Sam had automatically walked up to his brother and put his hand on his shoulder to show Dean that he was there. He had felt how hard Dean was shaking under his hand and despite the fact that Dean's sweater was soaked in cold water, Sam could feel the heat that was radiating from Dean. That meant the fever had gotten higher.
Sam then walked passed Dean and stood protectively between Dean and their dad.
"Well hello there, Sammy boy. Finally time to show up is it now?" his dad said with a smirk and Sam felt himself falter. The courage he had been trying to build up suddenly collapsed. Why had he thought he could defend himself and his brother against this man? This monster that had controlled and hurt them all their lives. Sam had tried it before, and it was always for Dean. He had tried screaming at their father to let Dean go, cut him down, let him out, but it never worked. So why had he thought that it would work now?
"Please stop." Sam whispered "Let me take Dean upstairs, he's really sick."
He watched as his dad pointed at Dean who looked like he could barely hold himself upright, his arms were shaking so hard.
"As I told your brother before, you boys disobeyed me last night. So now it's only fair that you clean up a bit after yourselves, don't you think Sammy?"
And then Dean started coughing. Sam panicked as he watched his brother let go of the rag and all but collapsed forward. He sounded like he was choking, he could hardly get any air.
Sam hadn't notice his dad had walked over to the buckets until he saw the man walking towards Dean with one of them.
"DEAN LOOK OUT!" Sam yelled, but he was too late. The water splashed down on Dean and Sam started crying when Dean screamed out in pain. Sam watched as Dean started tipping to the side and then he just dropped to the ground, unconscious. Like a marionette had gotten all its strings cut off.
"WHAT DID YOU DO?" Sam screamed at his father, his breath hitching as he looked at his too still brother. His father seemed uncaring though. He was also looking down at Dean, but with a completely different facial expression than Sam.
"I didn't do anything, Sammy boy. This is all on you"
Sam shook his head, bottom lip wobbling. "No" he whispered, trying to convince both his dad and himself. This wasn't his fault...was it?
"No, I didn't I-I.."
"See, boy? Not even you believe that."
His dad walked up to him and Sam was surprised when instead of being rough, his dad was gentle when he opened Sam's hand and put another rag in it. "Now since your brother here-" their dad walked over to Dean and kicked him in the back so he fell over onto his stomach.
Sam flinched like he'd been shot.
"- is incapable of finishing his job, you get to finish!" The man was smiling as he walked up to Sam. He grabbed Sam's shin, and this time he wasn't gentle. "If I were you I would do as I was told, boy." They both heard the front door opening and closing upstairs which meant Sam and Dean's mother was home. Their dad sighed. "I'll be back later...don't be stupid." and with that he pushed Sam to the ground, stepped over Dean and left.
As soon as his dad closed the door behind him, Sam crawled over to his brother.
His brother who still hadn't moved.
Sam hiccupped and put a hand on his brother's shoulder. He was still crying and he knew his breaths were coming to fast and were too short but he couldn't calm down, he was close to panicking. "Dean? Please Dean you have to wake up." Sam shook his brother, maybe a little rougher than he had intended but his guilt was instantly replaced by relief when Dean groaned. Sam let out a little laugh when Dean started to blink his eyes opened. "That's right big brother, open your eyes. Come on Dean, you're doing great." Sam rubbed Deans back as Dean tried to get his bearings. His eyes were only opened at half mast, anything more seemed to tire him out completely, but it was enough for Sam. But then Dean coughed and Sam's concern was back in full force. Dean coughed and coughed. He sounded horrible and Sam started crying again. He could hear yelling from upstairs. It wasn't anything unusual but it scared Sam more than usual since his dad probably was getting pissed and other than their mom, there were only two people he would take his anger out on.
Them
"Dean, can you hear me?" Dean...please."
"Smmy? Sam-mm whaa?"
Sam pulled his legs towards his chest and let his head fall down to rest on his knees. They wouldn't make it this time. Dean's fever was too high for him to be able to focus or think straight and Sam just had a dreadful feeling in his stomach that they wouldn't make it out of this situation. Something big was about to happen to them.
Sam cried and cried. He still had his head down so he didn't see his brother slowly move towards him. He was crying so hard that he didn't hear him either. But he did feel it when Dean grabbed a hold of his sweater with a trembling hand. Sam looked up and was met by the sight of his brother's pale face. He looked into Dean's eyes but they were unfocused. Dean was so weak that he lost his grip and his hand started to fall away but Sam was quick to catch it in his own. They sat like that for a while before Dean started groaning in pain and curl into himself. Sam knew Dean's head was hurting and probably his chest too. He grabbed Dean under his armpits and pulled him towards his chest. He wrapped his arms around his brother's chest and rocked them slowly. Dean wrapped one arm around his aching head and let his other rest over Sam's arms.
Sam almost missed his brother's whisper. But only almost.
" Don't cry Sammy."
and Sam wished he hadn't heard it. Dean could barely hold his own head up. His body was full on shaking with the cold and he had a really high fever. And still he was worried about Sam crying.
Sam closed his eyes.
"It's okay, Dean" Sam whispered and rested his head on Dean's shoulder "I'm alright, and I'm gonna make sure you're alright too."
Tonight, he would save Dean.
Tonight, he was getting them out of there.
tbc....