Guess what day it is? Comment-fic day!
Once again, it's everyone's favourite day in Supernatural: May 2nd! You know what that means, right? Time to hurt Sam! ;)
You know the drill, right? Allow me to post a refresher:
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You know the drill, right? Allow me to post a refresher:
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“I don’t care. I said enough. I’m taking him back to his room.”
“And what if he goes and tells -“
“I won’t” Sam interrupted. “I swear to god, I won’t; just let me go.”
“He won’t say anything. Take him off the pledge list; leave him alone.”
Someone helped him to his feet, caught him when he stumbled, hands much gentler than the ones before them. “It’s ok,” he said quietly. “I’m getting you out of here.”
He was aware that they walked for a few minutes, and that it was painful. From his shoulders to his thighs was a solid wall of burning pain. “You’re behind your dorm hall,” the voice said quietly. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there sooner; I wouldn’t have let that happen.”
Sam flinched when hands touched his shoulders and the hood was, mercifully, removed from his head. The cool air felt good on his face, but it still hurt to breathe, his ribs sorer than they had ever been in his life. It took a few moments for Sam’s eyes to focus, but the guy standing in front of him didn’t move; he held out Sam’s clothes to him. It hit Sam suddenly that he was still naked, beat up, still had some guys fucking jizz running down and cooling on his back. He didn’t what he wanted to do more: rage or throw-up. “Thanks,” Sam whispered.
“This won’t go unpunished,” he promised. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there earlier, Sam.”
Sam stared at him; he recognized him. He was the guy that recruited Sam, told him that their fraternity good use a few brainiacs; he’d talked to Sam in the library for a while. His blondish hair dark at the roots, blue eyes - Sam could picture them sitting in the library talking about pledging and scholarships, but he couldn’t remember his name. Sam stood there holding his clothes, and the other guy turned to walk away.
“Brady,” Sam finally said. “You… you’re Brady, right?” He nodded. “I…” Sam fought hard to swallow down the urge to cry. “Thanks.”
“You don’t have to thank me; if I had been there earlier this wouldn’t have happened. I’ll take care of it, I promise.”
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