Prompt 50-crimson
Fandom: Supernatural
Author: my_sam_dean
Title: Brother to Brother
Characters: Sam, Dean
Rating: R
Prompt 50 - crimson from 100 prompts for Thought Table
Disclaimer: I own nothing Supernatural
Warning: sexual assault
Summary: Takes place after Folsum Prison Blues. Dean finds out that Sam didn't escape prison unscathed.
After they threw the shovels into the trunk, they raced out of the cemetery. Sam kept an eye out for the cops and Dean drove much faster than usual. Once they had put what they considered to be a safe distance between them and the police and lost them, they were able to get a room at a motel.
Sam was moving slugishly, so Dean got the first shower. It sure felt good after a salt and burn. He was still humming as he got out of the shower. He opened the door to let some steam escape.
“There might be enough hot water left for one more shower,” Dean smiled at Sam, who had gotten used to Dean’s marathon showers.
Sam didn’t look up. He was lying on his side on the bed. “Guess it’s my turn,” Sam got up and walked past Dean to the bathroom.
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Dean was making a pile for the dirty laundry. He’d cleaned out all he could find for the duffle bags. He could hear the shower running, so he just opened the door to grab Sam’s laundry. While he was dividing the items into piles that he could bleach and those he couldn’t, he noticed that the boxers he’d grabbed from the bathroom had blood on them.
Dean didn’t think. He just went into protective older brother mode. He barged into the bathroom and opened the shower curtain partway. “Are you ok?” Dean demanded.
Sam’s back was covered in bruises and he instantly tried to shrink his lanky form to cover himself up. “Ever hear of knocking?”
“What happened, Sam?” Dean was trying to take in all of Sam’s injuries. What he saw still didn’t equal the blood he’d found in Sam’s boxers.
“Nothing. Nothing happened,” was Sam’s reply as he whipped the shower curtain closed again.
“Tell me what’s going on, Sam,” Dean demanded.
“Just leave me alone for now, I’ll talk to you when I get out.”
Dean took that answer as good enough. He left Sam alone and went to pace the floor in the rest of the hotel room.
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“I’m fine,” Sam declared as soon as he walked out. “I’m fine, Dean, so let’s just forget about it.”
“What happened?” Dean needed to know. He was the big brother. He had to know so he could protect Sam. It was his duty.
“You know what happens in jail,” Sam’s voice was soft. “That’s what happened.”
“Where were you?”
“In my cell.”
“Why didn’t you yell or try to get attention?” Dean was trying to understand.
“You think I would want someone to see what was going on?” Sam said in disbelief. “I just wanted it to be over. I didn’t want anyone to know.”
“Are you still bleeding? Should you go in to see a doctor?”
“No. No one needs to know. I’m fine.”
“Do you hurt?”
“It’s getting better. It will go away. Just let me forget about it, okay?” Sam’s eyes had such a sad look in them.
“So you’re dealing with it okay?”
“I don’t know how to deal with it,” Sam admitted as he sat down on the bed. Dean sat down beside him.
“I’ll always be here for you, Sammy,” Dean promised. “You can tell me anything. I just want to help.”
“I know,” Sam was silent for a few minutes. “There’s something that’s bugging me.” Sam couldn’t look Dean in the eye.
“What is it?” Dean asked.
“Well, Jess and I used to, um . . , and now I feel so bad because of how much it must have hurt her. I wish I could take it all back,” Sam started to cry.
Dean put an arm around Sam and lifted his chin with the other so Dean could look him right in the eye,” You didn’t hurt Jess. What happened to you wasn’t an act of love. Jess would have told you if something didn’t feel good. What you and her did, it was tender and loving. Was it something you both enjoyed?”
“Yes.”
“Did she ever ask you to stop?”
“No.”
“She would have told you, Sam,” Dean tried to reassure him. “You didn’t hurt her.”
Sam’s teary face showed how horrified he’d been that he had hurt the woman he loved.
“You were a wonderful boyfriend,” Dean rubbed Sam’s back. “If you need to talk about anything else or need something, let me know. Okay? I won’t bring it up because you’ve asked me not to. But you have to promise me that if you need to talk, you will.”
“I promise,” Sam replied as the tension released from his body. He sunk into his brother and drew strength and comfort from Dean’s body.
Sam knew he had the best big brother in the world. There was nothing Dean couldn’t help him get through.