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Dean stared at his brother, wide eyed. Sam was standing there, seething in silent rage. He had always argued with his father but now...he loathed him. Pure and simple.

"Get the hell off of him!" He cried and lunged at John Winchester.

"Sammy, no!" Dean rose, panic seized him. He had to protect Sammy! He just had to! John rose and flung Sam to the floor and started hitting him.

"Don't!" Dean jumped on John's back but John flew him off.

"You were supposed to make sure he never found out!" John growled. "This one is your fault, boy!"

"Please! Dad! Don't!" Dean tried to fight him but John was too strong for both. He watched as Sammy covered his face as John hit him over and over.

Tears streamed down Dean's face. He tried so hard to protect Sammy and now he had failed at doing that. John ripped Sam's pants.

"DON'T!" Dean bellowed, more rage in him. He lunged at John again but this time John hit him hard enough to make him pass out.

When he woke he found Sammy huddled, and naked in a corner.

"Sammy," he moaned, ignoring the blood dripping from his face. Their father was gone now. "Sammy." He walked towards his little brother who couldn't stop shaking. Sam jerked away from his touch. "Sam...it's me." It pained him to see his brother so broken...so beaten...It angered him too, to see the bruises on Sam's body, and the scars. To know what that monster did to him.

"Why...didn't you tell me?" Sam managed to sob, pressing his legs against his naked and vulnerable chest.

"He threatened..to do this to you, if you ever found out. I was trying to protect you." Tears rolled down Dean's cheeks. "I did a piss poor job at that too." He touched Sam again. This time Sam didn't jerk away.

"We have to leave him," Sammy whispered. Dean sallowed.

"He'll find us. We have no where to go."

"Uncle Bobby..."

"You don't know what he's capable of. He'll kill Bobby!"

"We...we can't stay here," Sam sobbed. "We have to leave Dean!" But he could tell Dean was too terrified to leave John, even though he wanted to.

"Yes you can," a voice growled. They stiffened. It was John looming over him. John tossed Sam some clothes. "Get dressed. We're going out on a hunt. Be ready in 10 minutes."

Sam sat there before slowly picking up his clothes. He was still shaking.

John yanked Dean up.

"Yer coming with me," he growled. Sam rose quickly. "Stay put," he growled to Sam and dragged Dean away.

Sam's throat closed.

He had to do something. He had to save Dean. And save himself.

With shaking hands he dialed Bobby's number.