"Randy?!" The morning was just beginning to rise as Dean jogged down the alley towards Pride. The large bouncer turned at the calling of his name. He smiled widely when he saw Dean pounding down the tarmac.

"Dean. Hey, man. You alright?" Randy asked concerned despite the fact that he was dead on his feet and any other person really wouldn't care.

"I'm yeah. I was just wondering if I could speak with you a moment." His voice sounded hopeful and Randy wasn't the type of guy to diminish hope in any body.

"Um, yeah sure." He glanced at his watch. "Walk with me though. I've gotta be home soon." He smiled tiredly.

Randy's strides were long and powerful making Dean trot beside him to keep up. He quickly reached the entrance of the alley and began walking along the side walk. He looked down at Dean expectantly.

"Oh, um. Sam told me about his... bisexuality last night." Dean hesitated on the word. He didn't know why. His mouth just stuttered.

"You're alright with that?" Randy peaked down at the Winchester out of the corner of his eye. His voice made it clear that there wasn't much of an option. He would accept it, no matter if it was begrudgingly, or Randy would steal Sam away.

"Yeah. Yeah, of course. Just a bit surprised. It was a secret for so long that it's amazing he kept it for such a long period of time."

Randy grunted in agreement. Something told Dean that Randy had tried to get Sam to come out for years, "Understandable."

"I want to know about that accident." Dean stopped walking which made Randy have to turn and look at him.

Randy began to protest when Dean interrupted, "I know you want to protect him but I need to know what happened so I can be there for Sammy when he needs me to be. I also think that'd be a way to show my support..." His shoulders sank, "Please."

Randy studied him carefully for any signs of manipulation and not just complete concern for his brother. The large bouncer sighed and a tired hand was wiped down his face, "Fine. I'll tell you what I know. Everything else Sam will have to tell you. Even I don't know it all."

Dean frowned at this new information. What was Sammy hiding now?

A few years earlier. -Sam's Flashback.

Sam pulled his jacket tighter around his thin shoulders. The rain was only light but was ice cold from the late November chill in the air. More serial murderers are born in November then any other month, Sam grumbled the trivia to himself. He hunched his shoulders and kept his focus purely on the wet tarmac floor in a feeble attempt to minimize his giant form. The music of the club echoed behind him as he got further and further away. He briefly glanced over his shoulder to see Randy waving him goodbye.

The cold ached through his flesh and down to his bones making him wish that he'd brought a proper coat with him not just the denim jacket. He stumbled and glared down at the pothole as if it had just appeared out of thin air. The alcohol just slightly dulling his senses but not too much to make him vulnerable or any sort of a target. Despite leaving, he still stuck to his father's rules all on his own.

He had just reached the end if the alley when he first heard the voices. Keeping his head down, he kept walking back towards the room he was staying in. He often stayed in town overnight, whether that was with someone from the bar or at a motel or even at Randy's apartment once or twice. It was always easier to make the trip home in the morning after sleeping off the alcohol and tiredness.

The voices got louder so Sam automatically picked up his pace. It sounded like two or three men who had just a bit too much to drink causing them to be dicks... to be loud dicks. Didn't they appreciate that some people are actually asleep at 2:30am? Sam ranted silently.

"Waahaay, guys! Look what we have here!" One of the men called. His nasal voice echoed off the buildings around the road.

Sam physically winced. He already knew that he was the target of the man's exclamation. He sped up slightly more but the pounding of the men's shoes just increased too. Sam's heart began too triple it's usual rate.

"Oi! It's one of them cock suckers!" Another slurred after guessing that Sam had been to Pride.

A knot twisted itself in Sam's stomach as the men were just mere meters away from him. If he had any sense he would have gone back to the club once he had heard the loud voices but no, he obviously had no sense.

"Hey! You!" Sam's rapid steps faltered slightly. "I'm talking you, you gayboy!"

The Hunter's chest tightened as he slowly turned around to see four men stumbling towards him. They had a look of determination struck across their faces which made worry bubble in Sam's stomach.

"It's another abomination!" The tallest guy chuckled darkly as he approached the Winchester.

Sam knew not to react. He knew that to provoke them wouldn't be worth it so instead he decided to remain silent in the hope that they'd eventually just stumble away. The tallest man swayed in front of Sam as the drink played with his sense of balance. His eyes were angry and his eyebrows were furrowed in rage. It made Sam blink and try to step back.

The man's hand shot out and grabbed his arm, stopping the young man from backing away. Instinctively, Sam threw a punch up towards the guy's jaw. His fist met the bone with blinding impact making the man stumble backwards. Sam turned on his heel to run but one of the gang saw it coming so jumped out and grabbed Sam. The tackle caused Sam and the man to collapse on the floor in a heap.

The Hunter released a groan as the overweight man crushed him. Another man came to his side and aimed a hard kick in the ribs. The blow knocked all the air out of Sam leaving him gasping for breath. Was that a steel capped boot, Sam thought, it certainly felt like a steel capped boot. The man pinning him down swung a punch that landed on the side of Sam's nose with a painful crunch. Crimson blood began to trickle down the Winchester's face. Sam mentally winced, thinking of how his dad would have reacted to his son getting beaten up by drunks.

He felt hands dragging him down a close alley as the men shouted and each took turns in beating him while another pinned him to the cold ground. A stab of pain had the tall man hissing through his teeth as one of his attackers kicked him in his already damaged ribs. His vision began to blur as dark spots danced it front of his eyes. Sam could feel his blood dripping from various cuts and scrapes staining the floor beneath him in a wet red.

He must have passed out as the next thing he remembered was Randy gently shaking his shoulder in an attempt to bring him around. A few of his ribs were broken along with his nose and a sprained wrist but worse of all was the look of horror on Randy's face which would be permanently etched onto Sam's mind.

It took Dean a matter of minutes to get back to the motel where his brother was still sleeping. He nibbled at his lip before lowering himself onto the edge of his brother's bed.

"Sammy?" Dean called out gently.

The man shifted in his sleep and tried to tug the blanket further over his head. He'd only been able to snatch almost an hour of sleep until his elder brother had started trying to rouse him, "No, 'ean! 'm sleepin'"

The tall man rubbed his nose further into the pillow trying to hold onto the remnants of unconsciousness which were quickly leaving him.

"Sammy, why didn't you tell me?"

"I tol' you. I valued you too much." Sam mumbled. He desperately hoped that Dean would get up and leave sometime soon. He had no idea how much sleep he actually got but his body was telling him that it really wasn't enough.

"No. Not that, Sam. About the accident. Why didn't you tell me about the accident?" Dean fidgeted with his fingers on his lap avoiding eye contact with his baby brother.

Sam blinked his eyes open and shot a panicked look at Dean, "How'd you know?"

"I need to be able to support you... and stuff." A blush began creeping up the elder's neck. "I want to be able to help you but I couldn't when I didn't know so I asked Randy. He was hesitant but eventually he told me everything he knew..."

Sam flipped over in his bed to face away from his prying sibling. He squeezed his eyes shut and folded his arms as anger bubbled in his stomach. What gave Dean any right to go searching through Sam's past?

"I thought you despised Chick-flick moments?" The sourness in his voice was not lost on Dean.

"Please, Sammy... There's nothing to be ashamed about." The shorter man tried to reassure.

"Dean, I let myself get beaten up by drunks." Sam whispered. Despite his attempt to hide it, Dean knew that Sam was crying. It made a pit of despair burry itself into his stomach.

"You were out numbered. 4 against 1 is not fair no matter how skilled the fighter." Dean lent forward and with his thumb, wiped away the tears. It hurt him to see the boy, who he'd practically raised, in so much pain. "It's all okay." He gently pulled Sam in for a hug and rubbed gentle circles into the young man's back. He whispered gentle nothing's until Sam was able to stop sobbing and form a coherent sentence.

Sam sniffed, "Thanks Dean."

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