Blood Bound 6/?
Title: Blood Bound 6/?
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC:17
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Warnings: Underage (Sam is 14), violence, non-con (not between Sam and Dean)
Summary: Samuel Singer, unable to fight off the bullies at his new school, turns to the only student that everyone fears for help: an introverted loner named Dean. Struggling to get closer to the unwilling and rebellious teen, he soon discovers that they're connected in a way that not even he can comprehend. Trying to find the truth, Sam soon realizes that some secrets were meant to remain hidden.
Running water surged through the pipes of Missouri's two-story house on Wicker Ave, the groaning metal waking the woman from her peaceful slumber. Glancing at her clock, she sighed and got up from her bed to go check on Dean, curious as to what her son was doing up at five in the morning.
"Dean! What are you doing up so early, babe? It's only five."
Dean scrambled out of the shower naked as the day he was born, reaching for a towel while glaring daggers at the sudden intrusion on his privacy.
"Woman, don't you ever knock?"
"Don't you take that tone with me, young man. Everyone else may be scared of you, but I could take your ass down in a New York minute."
"Whatever," he mumbled.
Missouri watched as Dean brushed past her on the way to his bedroom, waiting until the door slammed shut to run as fast as she could toward the telephone in the kitchen. Dialing Sam's number, she waited patiently for the sleeping boy to pick up, a small smile forming on her face when she heard the sound of Sam's groggy voice on the other end of the line.
"Sam!" she hissed. "You need to get up. I can't be certain but….I think Dean is coming to get you."
"What?!" Sam exclaimed, suddenly wide awake.
"You did it, boy. I don't know how, but you did it."
"I told you he was mine," Sam smirked.
Missouri hung up on Sam when she heard Dean come into the kitchen to grab his wallet, the thud of his heavy boots the only sound in the otherwise silent house. He was dressed in a dark green jacket over faded blue jeans, the holes cut into the knees exposing the skin beneath the denim fabric. The black t-shirt he had on underneath was the same one he wore yesterday, the realization making Missouri shake her head in exasperation at her son's apparent lack of cleanliness when it came to his clothes.
"I'm leavin,' ma. I'll be back after school."
"That's just it, Dean…you don't have to be to school for a couple of hours. Why on earth are you leaving now?"
Dean looked at her as if she'd just grown a third leg. "What, are you kidding me? I've gotta go pick up the kid. I figure if I'm going to put up with his scrawny ass then he might as well put up with goin' with me to grab breakfast beforehand."
"You're going to pick Sam up? Not only that…but you're buying him breakfast?"
Dean wasn't sure he liked the knowing smirk on his mother's face. "Yeah, so what? What the fuck's the big deal? Just shut up and let me do what I have to do, will ya?"
Missouri waited until her son was at the front door before she called out to him, trying her best to keep her amusement in check.
"Sammy sure does have a hold on you, doesn't he, boy?"
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Dean growled, keeping his back turned to her and his hand on the doorknob.
"Well, you never actually gave your consent to protecting the kid, now did you?" she giggled.
Dean stood there in silence, his brows furrowing in confusion as he took in his mother's words. After a few minutes, realization dawned on him and he found himself stomping outside with a resounding 'son of a bitch!' Missouri's hysterical laughter the last sound he heard before the door slammed shut behind him.
You've got to be kidding me.
That was the first thought that Sam had when he got to school and saw the frightened faces of everyone around him as he clung to the arm of a very stern looking Dean Moseley, watching in fascination as all of the students parted for them as if they were Moses commanding the Red Sea. Gasps and soft whispers could be heard throughout the hallways of Lawrence High School, webs of gossip winding around the two boys like an invisible thread binding them together for all eternity. Dean stared straight ahead while Sam looked around in embarrassment, his rosy cheeks turning a darker shade of crimson as he found himself burying his nose in the older boy's arm.
"Where's your class?" Dean mumbled.
"Right around the corner."
Dean grunted in acknowledgment, leading him to his destination while advising him to alert his teachers to the situation so that they could make the proper precautions to protect him while Dean wasn't around. Sam nodded before watching the boy walk out the door, suddenly feeling very naked without him by his side.
It was funny; Dean barely said anything during breakfast or the ride to school and yet his body spoke volumes the entire time he was with Sam. He was very…protective of him. He wanted him safe, but at the same time, he didn't like being the guard dog. Sam couldn't help but smile as he remembered trying to start a conversation with Dean in the diner, only to have him snap and threaten to use his gun if Sam didn't keep his mouth shut. So hostile. He would have found it hot, if he didn't want Dean's approval so badly. Maybe if he was lucky, Dean would eventually realize how much he really liked Sam, and then they would start dating and have lots of hot sex…yeah, right.
"Hello class!"
The sound of the teacher's voice pulled Sam out of his impure thoughts, the man before him a pleasant sight to behold compared to the last person they had teaching this particular class. Apparently, the last English instructor was caught sleeping with one of his students. Sam wishes he could say that he was surprised, but the lust shining through the eyes of Mr. Cromwell every time Sally Sewell walked by the classroom door was enough for him to put two and two together before he was finally arrested for statutory rape.
Rape must happen here an awful lot.
"I'm your new teacher here at the-" the man stopped talking to run his index finger over the desk in the front of the room, sniveling his nose in disgust at the dust gathered on his pale skin- "very dusty high school of Lawrence, Kansas. My name is Gabriel and I understand that the last teacher left off somewhere with…I almost want to say independent clauses."
"Close, but no cigar. The old coot before you didn't do much of anything other than snore during tests and chase pretty little girls."
Everyone in the room turned to the voice that spoke from the doorway, the piercing blue eyes of Evelyn Boyle immediately setting on Sam with a smile that made the young boy blush furiously. From the moment Sam had met the vivacious Evie, she'd done nothing but flirt shamelessly with him the entire time they were in class together. She was nice enough, but the fact that she wasn't a boy was something Sam would have to get used to. For someone who had never been attracted to the opposite sex, Sam sure as hell found himself flustered whenever the buxom beauty so much as shot a glance in his direction. It was a bit unnerving, but rather than question it, Sam decided to explore it instead and see where it went. Maybe he would ask her out. After all, it certainly didn't look like Dean was going to be cozying up to him anytime soon.
"Yes, I heard about the man's unfortunate brush with the law. May I ask how the proper authorities were able to discover his…extra curricular activities?"
Evie smiled at Gabriel as she plopped down in the seat next to Sam. "Easy. She's preggers. Tough break, huh?"
"Well, maybe if he had pulled out, none of this would have happened, eh?"
The entire classroom erupted into a fit of giggles at Gabriel's words, and the next thing Sam knew, the likeability factor for the new teacher had pretty much tripled by the time English had reached its untimely end. Rather than teach his students anything even remotely related to the lesson plan with which Cromwell had become accustomed, he instead decided to devote the entire hour to discussing the importance of birth control, going so far as to demonstrate the proper way to put on a condom using Evie's more than eager fist as a prop. By the time the bell rang, everyone with the exception of Sam had just about laughed their lungs right out of their chests.
"Samuel," Gabriel's voice rang out, stopping Sam dead in his tracks. "Don't leave just yet. I'd like to speak with you, if that's alright."
Sam sighed, turning around to face the mischievous eyes of his new teacher. "Can't it wait? I don't want to be late for my next class."
"This'll only take a minute. I've taken an interest in you, kid. Out of everyone in this entire class, you seem to be the brightest out of the bunch."
"Yeah? How the hell do you know that? You didn't teach a goddamn thing worth paying attention to."
"And yet you were the only one who noticed that. Anyway, I heard you were new here and I was just wondering how everything was going for you so far."
Sam found himself inexplicably drawn to the interesting turn the conversation had taken. Sitting on the edge of the desk, he peered thoughtfully at the strange man before him. "How did you know about me being new? You just got here."
Gabriel smiled knowingly. "I know a lot about you, Samuel. I understand you've been having problems with some boys that go to school here."
Sam's eyes widened. "You…you know about that?"
"I'm a friend of Missouri's. She had a vision that you were in trouble. Lucky for you, her boy was there to save you, huh?"
Sam was stunned. He was pretty sure that this Gabriel was mainly here to keep an eye on him, though how Missouri was able to get a friend of hers a position at his high school, he wasn't sure. He knew he should be grateful for the extra pair of eyes, but something about this man rubbed him the wrong way. He almost reminded Sam of a child, the mischievous behavior and the complete disregard for order and authority flashing warning signs in front of Sam's face that he found himself incapable of ignoring. The entire situation stuck out as extremely bizarre, and Sam had a strange feeling that whatever was happening here was a part of a much larger problem that he couldn't quite put his finger on.
"You're here for me…aren't you?"
"I want you to be safe, Sam. So does Missouri. I know Dean thinks he can protect you, and I'm sure that he can. But you have bigger problems to worry about, and let me tell you, they have nothing to do with a couple of teenage boys who think they can take whatever they want without consequences."
"I don't understand what that means."
"You don't have to worry about any of that right now, Sam. Just know that you can come to me anytime you're having trouble. Dean isn't the only one who's looking out for your wellbeing. His mother seems to have taken quite a liking to you."
Sam smiled softly the way he always did when he thought about Missouri, the woman's beautiful smile and warm embrace permanently etched into his brain. "I've taken a liking to her too. Alright, I'll accept that you're here for me but if you're going to be here then you need to actually teach. I'm not going to allow my education to go down the drain just because I've got an immature child for a professor who has a hard time following rules."
Gabriel rolled his eyes. "Whatever, kid. Glad we were able to get all that straightened out. You better get to your next class. See you around, Winchester."
Sam froze, something about the name he'd just heard making his blood run cold. "Winchester?"
Gabriel looked up with wide eyes, an emotion that looked a hell of a lot like fright taking over his handsome features. "Uh…Singer. Sorry, I once knew someone with the last name Winchester. My mistake."
Sam's response was cut off by the sound of Dean's voice. "Sammy! Get your ass out here. We're leaving early."
Sam's eyes narrowed at Gabriel before he got up and followed Dean out of the room, questions swimming through his brain at such a rapid rate that he barely paid attention to Dean's rant about his mother always needing to be bailed out of jail. It wasn't until the older boy snapped his fingers in front of Sam's face that he was finally able to break out of the trance his thoughts had put him in.
"Dude, are you even listening to me?"
"Yeah. I'm sorry, man. I just have a headache. Um…Dean? Do you like…wanna hang out later?"
Dean stopped walking, his muscles tensing beneath his black t-shirt. "Sam, I know you're trying to be friendly, but I really don't need this shit right now. It's bad enough that I have to babysit my mother every two seconds. I really don't want to have to put up with your garbage anymore than I already do. Let's just get mom and go home."
Sam's brow furrowed in confusion. "What are you talking about? I just thought that maybe-"
"Sam, give it a fucking rest. I don't want to be your friend. Can't you get that through your head? I'm only here to make sure that your dumb ass doesn't get abused anymore than you already have."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Dean. I didn't realize that I was such a big inconvenience to you."
"Well, you are!" Dean yelled, turning to face Sam. "I already have enough shit going on right now, Sam. Now, I have to take care of you too! I don't get it, kid. Why can't you just learn to fight back like a normal dude? Why the fuck is it up to me to fight your battles for you? I'm not your fucking father, Sam! Protecting you is supposed to be your job and yet I'm stuck with it. It's not fucking fair!"
Sam felt tears burn beneath his eyes as the amount of suppressed rage that had been growing inside of him since that fateful night with Seth finally boiled over and reared its ugly head, leaving Sam powerless in the wake of its blinding hatred. Before Sam knew what was happening, he was up in Dean's face with his finger in the older boy's chest, the pain on his face pulling Dean up short.
"You know what? Can't you just…for once…stop acting like everything that's happening here is happening to you? First of all, I can't protect myself, Dean. In case you've forgotten, I'm only fourteen years old. FOURTEEN! I don't even know how to fucking drive and yet you expect me to fend off a bunch of rapists on my own? Yes, I said rapists because in case you've forgotten; I was the one who was raped, goddammit! I'm the one who has to constantly look over his shoulder waiting for that next shoe to drop. I'm the one with tearing inside my asshole that burns every fucking time I try to sit down! I'm the one who wakes up screaming from nightmares in the middle of the night while you're out there gallivanting with booze and cheap sex. I'm the one who has to deal with all of this shit and you'd think that would be enough, but no! As if all of that wasn't enough, now I get to deal with the only person who can protect me calling me a worthless burden! So, why don't you man the fuck up, show some compassion, and get off my motherfucking back!"
Dean stood in complete silence during Sam's outburst, the tears that cascaded down the boy's pale cheeks touching a part of Dean that until now was thought to have been dead and buried. Before he could even begin to process everything that had just happened, Sam ran off down the block and left Dean by himself in the parking lot. It took a full minute for realization to kick in, the knowledge that the younger boy wasn't by his side hitting Dean like a ton of bricks.
Sam!" he yelled, sprinting off like a bat out of hell. "Sam, come back! I'm sorry!"
Sam didn't answer, and after spending the entire day searching for him, Dean had no choice but to come to the conclusion he wanted so badly to deny.
Sam was gone.
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC:17
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Warnings: Underage (Sam is 14), violence, non-con (not between Sam and Dean)
Summary: Samuel Singer, unable to fight off the bullies at his new school, turns to the only student that everyone fears for help: an introverted loner named Dean. Struggling to get closer to the unwilling and rebellious teen, he soon discovers that they're connected in a way that not even he can comprehend. Trying to find the truth, Sam soon realizes that some secrets were meant to remain hidden.
Running water surged through the pipes of Missouri's two-story house on Wicker Ave, the groaning metal waking the woman from her peaceful slumber. Glancing at her clock, she sighed and got up from her bed to go check on Dean, curious as to what her son was doing up at five in the morning.
"Dean! What are you doing up so early, babe? It's only five."
Dean scrambled out of the shower naked as the day he was born, reaching for a towel while glaring daggers at the sudden intrusion on his privacy.
"Woman, don't you ever knock?"
"Don't you take that tone with me, young man. Everyone else may be scared of you, but I could take your ass down in a New York minute."
"Whatever," he mumbled.
Missouri watched as Dean brushed past her on the way to his bedroom, waiting until the door slammed shut to run as fast as she could toward the telephone in the kitchen. Dialing Sam's number, she waited patiently for the sleeping boy to pick up, a small smile forming on her face when she heard the sound of Sam's groggy voice on the other end of the line.
"Sam!" she hissed. "You need to get up. I can't be certain but….I think Dean is coming to get you."
"What?!" Sam exclaimed, suddenly wide awake.
"You did it, boy. I don't know how, but you did it."
"I told you he was mine," Sam smirked.
Missouri hung up on Sam when she heard Dean come into the kitchen to grab his wallet, the thud of his heavy boots the only sound in the otherwise silent house. He was dressed in a dark green jacket over faded blue jeans, the holes cut into the knees exposing the skin beneath the denim fabric. The black t-shirt he had on underneath was the same one he wore yesterday, the realization making Missouri shake her head in exasperation at her son's apparent lack of cleanliness when it came to his clothes.
"I'm leavin,' ma. I'll be back after school."
"That's just it, Dean…you don't have to be to school for a couple of hours. Why on earth are you leaving now?"
Dean looked at her as if she'd just grown a third leg. "What, are you kidding me? I've gotta go pick up the kid. I figure if I'm going to put up with his scrawny ass then he might as well put up with goin' with me to grab breakfast beforehand."
"You're going to pick Sam up? Not only that…but you're buying him breakfast?"
Dean wasn't sure he liked the knowing smirk on his mother's face. "Yeah, so what? What the fuck's the big deal? Just shut up and let me do what I have to do, will ya?"
Missouri waited until her son was at the front door before she called out to him, trying her best to keep her amusement in check.
"Sammy sure does have a hold on you, doesn't he, boy?"
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Dean growled, keeping his back turned to her and his hand on the doorknob.
"Well, you never actually gave your consent to protecting the kid, now did you?" she giggled.
Dean stood there in silence, his brows furrowing in confusion as he took in his mother's words. After a few minutes, realization dawned on him and he found himself stomping outside with a resounding 'son of a bitch!' Missouri's hysterical laughter the last sound he heard before the door slammed shut behind him.
You've got to be kidding me.
That was the first thought that Sam had when he got to school and saw the frightened faces of everyone around him as he clung to the arm of a very stern looking Dean Moseley, watching in fascination as all of the students parted for them as if they were Moses commanding the Red Sea. Gasps and soft whispers could be heard throughout the hallways of Lawrence High School, webs of gossip winding around the two boys like an invisible thread binding them together for all eternity. Dean stared straight ahead while Sam looked around in embarrassment, his rosy cheeks turning a darker shade of crimson as he found himself burying his nose in the older boy's arm.
"Where's your class?" Dean mumbled.
"Right around the corner."
Dean grunted in acknowledgment, leading him to his destination while advising him to alert his teachers to the situation so that they could make the proper precautions to protect him while Dean wasn't around. Sam nodded before watching the boy walk out the door, suddenly feeling very naked without him by his side.
It was funny; Dean barely said anything during breakfast or the ride to school and yet his body spoke volumes the entire time he was with Sam. He was very…protective of him. He wanted him safe, but at the same time, he didn't like being the guard dog. Sam couldn't help but smile as he remembered trying to start a conversation with Dean in the diner, only to have him snap and threaten to use his gun if Sam didn't keep his mouth shut. So hostile. He would have found it hot, if he didn't want Dean's approval so badly. Maybe if he was lucky, Dean would eventually realize how much he really liked Sam, and then they would start dating and have lots of hot sex…yeah, right.
"Hello class!"
The sound of the teacher's voice pulled Sam out of his impure thoughts, the man before him a pleasant sight to behold compared to the last person they had teaching this particular class. Apparently, the last English instructor was caught sleeping with one of his students. Sam wishes he could say that he was surprised, but the lust shining through the eyes of Mr. Cromwell every time Sally Sewell walked by the classroom door was enough for him to put two and two together before he was finally arrested for statutory rape.
Rape must happen here an awful lot.
"I'm your new teacher here at the-" the man stopped talking to run his index finger over the desk in the front of the room, sniveling his nose in disgust at the dust gathered on his pale skin- "very dusty high school of Lawrence, Kansas. My name is Gabriel and I understand that the last teacher left off somewhere with…I almost want to say independent clauses."
"Close, but no cigar. The old coot before you didn't do much of anything other than snore during tests and chase pretty little girls."
Everyone in the room turned to the voice that spoke from the doorway, the piercing blue eyes of Evelyn Boyle immediately setting on Sam with a smile that made the young boy blush furiously. From the moment Sam had met the vivacious Evie, she'd done nothing but flirt shamelessly with him the entire time they were in class together. She was nice enough, but the fact that she wasn't a boy was something Sam would have to get used to. For someone who had never been attracted to the opposite sex, Sam sure as hell found himself flustered whenever the buxom beauty so much as shot a glance in his direction. It was a bit unnerving, but rather than question it, Sam decided to explore it instead and see where it went. Maybe he would ask her out. After all, it certainly didn't look like Dean was going to be cozying up to him anytime soon.
"Yes, I heard about the man's unfortunate brush with the law. May I ask how the proper authorities were able to discover his…extra curricular activities?"
Evie smiled at Gabriel as she plopped down in the seat next to Sam. "Easy. She's preggers. Tough break, huh?"
"Well, maybe if he had pulled out, none of this would have happened, eh?"
The entire classroom erupted into a fit of giggles at Gabriel's words, and the next thing Sam knew, the likeability factor for the new teacher had pretty much tripled by the time English had reached its untimely end. Rather than teach his students anything even remotely related to the lesson plan with which Cromwell had become accustomed, he instead decided to devote the entire hour to discussing the importance of birth control, going so far as to demonstrate the proper way to put on a condom using Evie's more than eager fist as a prop. By the time the bell rang, everyone with the exception of Sam had just about laughed their lungs right out of their chests.
"Samuel," Gabriel's voice rang out, stopping Sam dead in his tracks. "Don't leave just yet. I'd like to speak with you, if that's alright."
Sam sighed, turning around to face the mischievous eyes of his new teacher. "Can't it wait? I don't want to be late for my next class."
"This'll only take a minute. I've taken an interest in you, kid. Out of everyone in this entire class, you seem to be the brightest out of the bunch."
"Yeah? How the hell do you know that? You didn't teach a goddamn thing worth paying attention to."
"And yet you were the only one who noticed that. Anyway, I heard you were new here and I was just wondering how everything was going for you so far."
Sam found himself inexplicably drawn to the interesting turn the conversation had taken. Sitting on the edge of the desk, he peered thoughtfully at the strange man before him. "How did you know about me being new? You just got here."
Gabriel smiled knowingly. "I know a lot about you, Samuel. I understand you've been having problems with some boys that go to school here."
Sam's eyes widened. "You…you know about that?"
"I'm a friend of Missouri's. She had a vision that you were in trouble. Lucky for you, her boy was there to save you, huh?"
Sam was stunned. He was pretty sure that this Gabriel was mainly here to keep an eye on him, though how Missouri was able to get a friend of hers a position at his high school, he wasn't sure. He knew he should be grateful for the extra pair of eyes, but something about this man rubbed him the wrong way. He almost reminded Sam of a child, the mischievous behavior and the complete disregard for order and authority flashing warning signs in front of Sam's face that he found himself incapable of ignoring. The entire situation stuck out as extremely bizarre, and Sam had a strange feeling that whatever was happening here was a part of a much larger problem that he couldn't quite put his finger on.
"You're here for me…aren't you?"
"I want you to be safe, Sam. So does Missouri. I know Dean thinks he can protect you, and I'm sure that he can. But you have bigger problems to worry about, and let me tell you, they have nothing to do with a couple of teenage boys who think they can take whatever they want without consequences."
"I don't understand what that means."
"You don't have to worry about any of that right now, Sam. Just know that you can come to me anytime you're having trouble. Dean isn't the only one who's looking out for your wellbeing. His mother seems to have taken quite a liking to you."
Sam smiled softly the way he always did when he thought about Missouri, the woman's beautiful smile and warm embrace permanently etched into his brain. "I've taken a liking to her too. Alright, I'll accept that you're here for me but if you're going to be here then you need to actually teach. I'm not going to allow my education to go down the drain just because I've got an immature child for a professor who has a hard time following rules."
Gabriel rolled his eyes. "Whatever, kid. Glad we were able to get all that straightened out. You better get to your next class. See you around, Winchester."
Sam froze, something about the name he'd just heard making his blood run cold. "Winchester?"
Gabriel looked up with wide eyes, an emotion that looked a hell of a lot like fright taking over his handsome features. "Uh…Singer. Sorry, I once knew someone with the last name Winchester. My mistake."
Sam's response was cut off by the sound of Dean's voice. "Sammy! Get your ass out here. We're leaving early."
Sam's eyes narrowed at Gabriel before he got up and followed Dean out of the room, questions swimming through his brain at such a rapid rate that he barely paid attention to Dean's rant about his mother always needing to be bailed out of jail. It wasn't until the older boy snapped his fingers in front of Sam's face that he was finally able to break out of the trance his thoughts had put him in.
"Dude, are you even listening to me?"
"Yeah. I'm sorry, man. I just have a headache. Um…Dean? Do you like…wanna hang out later?"
Dean stopped walking, his muscles tensing beneath his black t-shirt. "Sam, I know you're trying to be friendly, but I really don't need this shit right now. It's bad enough that I have to babysit my mother every two seconds. I really don't want to have to put up with your garbage anymore than I already do. Let's just get mom and go home."
Sam's brow furrowed in confusion. "What are you talking about? I just thought that maybe-"
"Sam, give it a fucking rest. I don't want to be your friend. Can't you get that through your head? I'm only here to make sure that your dumb ass doesn't get abused anymore than you already have."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Dean. I didn't realize that I was such a big inconvenience to you."
"Well, you are!" Dean yelled, turning to face Sam. "I already have enough shit going on right now, Sam. Now, I have to take care of you too! I don't get it, kid. Why can't you just learn to fight back like a normal dude? Why the fuck is it up to me to fight your battles for you? I'm not your fucking father, Sam! Protecting you is supposed to be your job and yet I'm stuck with it. It's not fucking fair!"
Sam felt tears burn beneath his eyes as the amount of suppressed rage that had been growing inside of him since that fateful night with Seth finally boiled over and reared its ugly head, leaving Sam powerless in the wake of its blinding hatred. Before Sam knew what was happening, he was up in Dean's face with his finger in the older boy's chest, the pain on his face pulling Dean up short.
"You know what? Can't you just…for once…stop acting like everything that's happening here is happening to you? First of all, I can't protect myself, Dean. In case you've forgotten, I'm only fourteen years old. FOURTEEN! I don't even know how to fucking drive and yet you expect me to fend off a bunch of rapists on my own? Yes, I said rapists because in case you've forgotten; I was the one who was raped, goddammit! I'm the one who has to constantly look over his shoulder waiting for that next shoe to drop. I'm the one with tearing inside my asshole that burns every fucking time I try to sit down! I'm the one who wakes up screaming from nightmares in the middle of the night while you're out there gallivanting with booze and cheap sex. I'm the one who has to deal with all of this shit and you'd think that would be enough, but no! As if all of that wasn't enough, now I get to deal with the only person who can protect me calling me a worthless burden! So, why don't you man the fuck up, show some compassion, and get off my motherfucking back!"
Dean stood in complete silence during Sam's outburst, the tears that cascaded down the boy's pale cheeks touching a part of Dean that until now was thought to have been dead and buried. Before he could even begin to process everything that had just happened, Sam ran off down the block and left Dean by himself in the parking lot. It took a full minute for realization to kick in, the knowledge that the younger boy wasn't by his side hitting Dean like a ton of bricks.
Sam!" he yelled, sprinting off like a bat out of hell. "Sam, come back! I'm sorry!"
Sam didn't answer, and after spending the entire day searching for him, Dean had no choice but to come to the conclusion he wanted so badly to deny.
Sam was gone.