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phantismaFandom: Supernatural
Title: Revelations
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Dean, John, Bobby, Ellen, OMC
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3552
Summary: A sequel to Anything which was a Christmas request from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nanakomatsu, Nothing, Something, To Be Good, Broken, To Be Strong,Nothing, No One, Alone, Yours, Mine, Better, Choice, Gathering, Betrayal, Taken, Remember, Training, Conflagration, Setting Up, Surviving, Pretending and Rescue.
Summary: As recovery begins, Bobby and John set to work in getting Robert to talk. Dean fights his conditioning to reveal a secret about Robert, who returns the favor.
A/Ns and Warnings: Very dark. Includes torture and rape and very dark violence.
Twenty four hours after the last of their people left the compound in flames, only a handful remained in town. The parking lot of the motel seemed empty now as Ellen leaned against the railing outside one of the rooms they still occupied. They’d gotten away light, managed to get the wounded patched up and moved out…all but Sam and Dean and Caleb…and the room full of broken people they didn’t know what to do with.
A total of twenty-two men and women, in various stages of programming. Most of them didn’t even remember their own names. Those that did were far to broken to be much help. Doc Brays had checked them over and recommended they get turned over to psychiatric care…but they couldn’t just dump twenty people on the local psych ward. They weren’t even sure that the local hospital wasn’t part of the organization. It was obvious from the response of the local authorities that at least some of them knew exactly what had been going on at that compound.
Ellen sighed and huddled deeper into herself.
They had to deal with Robert yet too. And John had kept both Sam and Dean sedated. He’d put Bobby down too. Not that she disagreed, in fact, she’d threatened the big man herself if he didn’t get some sleep too. That left her, alone, in the approaching dark. Well, maybe not alone. She could see the tip of Gabe’s cigarette down at the end of the building where his father wouldn’t see.
She couldn’t begrudge the kid a bad habit or two, not after the last few days. He’d seen more than most people, and she saw how it haunted him. This whole thing was fucked…and it had fucked up just about all of them in one way or another. She sighed again and turned to the room behind her.
He was in the corner, in a chair shoved into the corner of the room, his hands bound behind his back, his feet bound together, a gag cutting the corners of his mouth. She stood at the door and stared at him.
He stared back.
Part of her wanted to leave him there, let Bobby do with him whatever it was Bobby thought would make this right. Instead she went to the bathroom and filled a glass with water.
“I’m going to remove your gag and give you some water. If you make any noise at all, I’ll knock you out.”
He nodded and she reached for the gag. She let him work out the tension in his jaw before she held up the water. He took a few long drinks, then pulled back. “Thank you,” he said quietly and she nodded.
“Seemed the right thing. Be a while for your Daddy’s ready for you.” She moved the glass well away from him, setting it on the dresser. “Meantime, I suggest you get some sleep. Don’t expect it’ll go easy on you when he is.”
She moved the gag back, making sure it was secure before she left him again. The door opened and Gabe came in. “Thanks for giving me the break.”
Ellen smiled. “I’m sorry you got stuck with this duty.”
Gabe shook his head. “Don’t be. At least I feel like I’ve done something to contribute.”
She rubbed his arm. “You did a remarkable job today, Gabe.”
“Yeah…wait to say that after we see if I got anything useful off the computers before they started wiping them.”
She smiled and nodded. “Make sure you get some sleep tonight too, you know?”
He nodded as she left him. The tired was pulling at her bones and she reminded herself that mothering that many men was difficult enough, and on less sleep than most of them, she shouldn’t even be standing. She paused to check on Sam and Dean, and once assured they were sleeping, she let herself into the adjoining room where Bobby was knocked out on one bed and John was looking at her from the other.
She sighed and toed off her shoes, nodding as John held the blankets up for her. She unzipped her jeans and dropped them by the bed before sliding into the warm cocoon of blankets and arms…settling with her head on his chest, soothed down toward sleep by gentle movement of his breathing.
It was dark. Quiet.
Hurt Master. Killed Master
Dean flinched, even as he came awake, came up out of the bed and backed into the nearest corner. The bed was too soft, the blankets too warm. He felt sticky…sweat and blood and come…hands…He slid down the wall, covering his head, cowering away from them…
Bad. Wrong. Punish.
He swallowed the sound of his fear. The collar was gone. His neck felt bare, empty.
Nothing. No one. Alone.
Lights flashed in the window over his head and he ducked further into himself. Voices wandered down the parking lot and faded into nothing. Dean breathed slowly, pushing his hands flat against the floor in an attempt to ground himself.
He wasn’t in the cage. He wasn’t in Master’s bed. He opened his eyes slowly. It was a motel room. He took a deep breath and willed the wild pounding of his heart to slow. He found Sam. He found Sam and took care of Sam.
His eyes scanned the room and fell on Sam in the other bed. Dad. He had come for them. He had come and taken them out of there…away from Master…Dean shook as the image of James laying bloody on the floor came to him. He looked down at shaking hands, expecting them to still be covered in blood.
He’d been covered in it. Dean wiped his hands against his skin…but couldn’t escape the feeling of it on him. He killed him. There was no punishment for that. They’d kill him. Beat him to death…or worse.
No. They couldn’t hurt him. Them. He looked at Sam again. It was okay. Sam was okay. Slowly, Dean got up, half expecting Thomas or one of the trainers to come bursting through the door and drag him away. He inched his way across the room in the dark, until he was beside Sam’s bed.
His left leg was in a plaster cast, laying outside the blankets, propped up on pillows. He was on his side, his bruised back looking angry and unforgiving in the gloom of the room. “Sam.” Dean whispered. “My Sam.”
Gently, so not to wake him or cause him pain, Dean slid into bed, facing Sam. He kissed his forehead, then his cheeks, then froze. Never touch another slave without a direct order He closed his eyes. “My Sam.”
In his sleep, Sam’s hand found Dean’s and curled around it, pulling it to his chest and holding it. The slow exhale sounded a lot like his name and Dean pushed the voice in his head away, clinging to Sam instead.
Bobby woke and rose as quietly as he could. John and Ellen slept in the bed next to him, John spooned around her back comfortably. Judging by the light coming in around the curtains it was early morning. He didn’t begrudge his friend for the drugs he could still feel working their way through his system. He needed the sleep, needed to get his head on straight.
Robert. John had left him alive because he’d be easier to break than any of the others…because Bobby should be the one to deal with him…and Bobby would…break him, deal with him…kill him…His son. His boy.
He ran his hand over his beard and searched out his shoes. He was almost to the door when John’s hand caught on his shoulder. “Not alone.”
Bobby nodded tightly. “Yeah okay.” He watched as John pulled on jeans and his boots. Ellen stirred, rolling to look up at them.
“Want me to come?” she asked sleepily.
Bobby shook his head. She didn’t need to see…he didn’t think he could go through with it if she was watching him. John leaned over and kissed her forehead. “Check on the boys? Sam will be needing something for the pain by now.”
She nodded, her eyes warm chocolate as they gazed up at him. Bobby ached with how tender it seemed, especially when those eyes came to him and the warm affection shifted to something more like pity. “Ready?” he asked John who nodded.
“Yeah, come on.”
Allen sat on the bed, a laptop open, scrolling through information when Gabe let them into the room. Robert seemed to be asleep, or faking it well. “How do you want to do this?” John asked as Bobby stopped in the center of the room.
“I don’t want to do this at all.” Bobby muttered, running his hand over his face for about the fifth time in as many minutes. “Just…back me up.”
John nodded, turning to Gabe and Allen. “You two want to do a breakfast run?”
Allen smiled and closed up the laptop. “Yeah, we can do that.” He held up the laptop. “You should see the data Gabe managed to pull before they wiped the system.”
John gave him a look that clearly said Later and Allen smiled. “Coffee all the way around?”
Together John and Bobby pulled Robert’s chair into the center of the room. He started awake, his eyes wide and fearful as they found the two men standing over him. Bobby crossed his arms and John backed off.
“You should be dead right now. There’s only one reason you’re not, and it ain’t that you’re my son. You’re going to tell us everything you know. You’re going to do it quickly, quietly and without lying to us.”
Bobby watched Robert’s face as he reached for the gag, lowering it. Robert’s eyes, dark, like his mother’s looked up at Bobby, scared, vulnerable. “Dad?”
Bobby closed his eyes and exhaled slowly before landing a backhand across Robert’s face, making his head snap to the side. “How long?”
“Is Sam okay?”
Bobby felt John stir, anger rustling around the room like an autumn wind. “Never you mind about Sa—“
“Please. I just want to know he’s okay.”
Bobby looked at him, his face hard, cold. “Okay, Robert? Okay? You gave him to fucking rapists. You let him be beaten and raped repeatedly. You did that.”
“No…no…” Robert shook his head, tears in his eyes. “He was going to be mine….I wanted to take care of him—“
Bobby hit him again, hard, across the other cheek. Robert lowered his eyes. “Please, let me know he’s okay.”
John’s voice was a low rumble of pain and barely contained anger. “Sam is hurt pretty bad, son. May not walk right again, may not be right ever again.”
Sam came up from the swirling colors of his dreams slowly, grasping a hand to his chest…a warm, familiar hand. He shifted, and felt the pain slowly registering. He didn’t know where he was, but it didn’t feel…unfamiliar. He opened his eyes slowly to find Dean watching him.
Memory sort of bubbled up…Dean helping him clean himself…Dean leaving him to go to Master…Robert…their father…Sam’s breath caught in his chest and he blinked heavily. “Dean?” He whispered it, afraid of anything more…afraid this was just a dream.
Dean nodded slowly, his eyes on Sam’s. “You okay, Sammy?” Dean’s free hand stroked Sam’s face and Sam nodded.
“’M okay, Dean. Hurts…but okay.”
Dean kissed his cheek. “He won’t touch you now. Won’t touch anyone.”
Something in the way he said that chilled Sam, and Dean’s eyes drifted away from his. “What did you do?”
Dean shook his head. “Don’t want to talk about it.”
A door opened and they both stiffened. Sam blinked at the woman approaching. He looked back at Dean who rolled to see who had come in. “Hey, you boys okay?” Her voice was rich and smooth and Sam liked the sound of it. “Your daddy asked me to check on you and see if you needed anything.”
Dean shifted so he was sitting. “Where’s Dad?”
Ellen didn’t really look comfortable answering that question. “He’s with Bobby.”
“With Robert.” Dean said and she nodded sadly.
“Yes, sweetie, with Robert.”
Sam tried to sit up and winced as pain lanced through his leg. “Robert? He’s here?” Panic crept up inside him, and Dean’s hands were instantly on his head, in his hair. “Why?”
“Dad has questions, Sammy.” Dean said. “About Gorlian.”
Okay…that made sense. Sam relaxed a little, then tensed again as his leg hurt and throbbed. His back wasn’t far behind…and he knew that his ass would hurt too if he tried to sit up. “Let me take care of that for you at least.” Ellen said, moving to the dresser and coming back with some pills and a bottle of water. “Here…that should help.”
Sam didn’t argue, just took them, nodding his gratitude. Suddenly, Dean was sliding out of the bed. “I need to see my father…before…just…” Dean looked nervous. “What room?”
“Oh, honey…you don’t need to go down there.” Ellen said, her voice soft. “Why don’t you lay down with Sam…keep him company.”
Dean shook his head. “No. He needs to know…I need to tell him.”
“Tell him what?” Sam felt the panic ride up further…he reached for Dean who let him clutch his hand. He remembered Robert’s voice, felt his hands on his skin. “Dean?”
Dean turned to him, his face unreadable. “Stuff, about Robert.”
“What about him, Dean? What? He-he—did this to us…he—“ No…he’d decided Dean wouldn’t know that…would never know that Robert had touched him, fucked him…
Sam closed his eyes as he remembered the way his hands had touched him…the way Robert’s voice had been soft in his ear…“I love you so much. I can’t stand watching them hurt you. Make it stop, baby. You know how. Just tell him you want to be good. Tell him you want to serve him. You want to learn to be a good slave for your master.” Sam made a face and turned away.
Dean sat on the side of the bed, holding his hand. “Sam?” His other hand cupped Sam’s face and Sam pulled away…too much like his…too gentle… Dean sighed and Sam blinked away tears.
“Sorry…I…just...”
Dean shook his head. “It’s okay, Sam. Bobby needs to know about Robert.”
“I think Bobby does know, Dean, honey.” Ellen said.
He stood again. “No, not everything. Can you stay with Sam? I don’t want him alone.”
Ellen stared at him, then nodded. “They’re in room 16.”
Room 16. Dean found it and hesitated. Robert had brought this down on them, had traded him for…for a chance to own Sam…He had stolen Sam, and touched him…and given him to Master.
He knocked. There was some shifting sounds, the curtains moved, then his father was opening the door. “Dean?”
He didn’t say anything right away, just pushed into the room, past his startled father. Bobby came out of the bathroom with a washcloth, wiping blood off his hands. Robert was tied to the chair, his nose bloody, one eye darkened and swollen. Dean stopped a few steps away, his jaw tense and tight.
“Dean, you shouldn’t be here.” Bobby said, his voice filled with gravel.
Dean shook his head and took the last few steps, his eyes locked on Robert’s. “He’s bleeding.” Dean said dumbly, lifting one hand to wipe at the blood. Then he shook himself and took a deep breath. His words for Bobby, though his eyes never left Robert’s. “You should know what I know. Master—“ He hesitated, his eyes closing as he shivered. “What he told me. About Robert.”
“Dean?” John was behind him now and Dean reached a shaking hand to pull aside Robert’s shirt, where Master had cut it, exposing the small scar and tracing it with one finger. Then he pulled up his own t-shirt and traced his own.
“Like me…like Sam.”
“Shut up.” Robert said abruptly. “Shut up. I am not…you’re a fucking whore!” Bobby’s hand crashed into the side of Robert’s face. Dean looked up at him, startled.
“He…they took him, were going to…train him.” Dean’s voice sounded broken and weak. He hated it. Hated even more that he was leaning into his father…leaning on his strength.
“Is this true, Robert?” Bobby asked.
Robert looked away and held his tongue, until Bobby’s hand touched the mark, the “J” etched into his skin. “I wasn’t pretty enough though, was I? Never pretty enough next to you.” He spit his words at Dean. “Not for them…not for Sam.” He spit blood out onto the carpet, his eyes flashing angrily.
“He traded information for his freedom.” Dean said, looking up at his father. “There were two girls in Vegas.”
“Liar!” Robert screamed, his eyes wild as he strained at the ropes holding him.
“And me…me for Sam.”
“I love Sam.” Robert wasn’t ready for Dean’s hand to come flying out and hit him, a full fist into his cheek and he bit his lip.
“You are a sick fuck.” Dean said through clenched teeth. “You can sit there and say that, knowing what they did to him? You can look at me and say that?”
“You’re just jealous.” Robert said, soft, but it cut through to Dean, stopped him when he would have hit him again. “Jealous that he gave in for me…that he wanted me…you’ve always been jealous of how much Sam loved me.”
Dean turned away, his fists curled tight against his chest. “No.”
“That’s why you did it….you didn’t want him, you just didn’t want me to have him.” Robert’s voice didn’t lift but it took on a dangerous tone. “You saw how much I loved him and you took him out there to that car and fucked him…to keep him away from me.”
“I’m warning you, Robert.” Bobby said, stepping closer again.
“Yeah, well I’ve fucked him now too…and he liked it…said I was better…said he knew how sick it was to let his brother do those things to him.” His eyes went to John’s, his face a sneer. “Did you know? They’ve been at it for years…since Sammy was fifteen…that summer…I saw them. He knew I wanted Sam and he couldn’t stand to let me have him.”
Dean could feel the anger crackling in his father, but wasn’t sure where it was directed. He backed off a step. “Sam never would have—“ Dean stopped himself, turning away. He’d said what he came to say, gave Bobby the information he needed. He should just go…go back to Sam.
“You deserved it, you fucking pervert…you made such a pretty slave, Dean.”
The fury burned through him and before he could stop himself he had pushed Robert’s chair over and was beating at him. Then John’s hands were on him, pulling him off and out of the room. Once the door was closed, Dean sagged against his father, shaking. “Dad…I…”
John shook his head. “Now isn’t the time. Let’s get you back to Sam. Let me and Bobby deal with Robert.”
Dean climbed into bed beside Sam, curling up and making himself as small as possible. He didn’t look at Ellen or his father, not even at Sam…just curled up and closed his eyes. His father knew. Knew that it wasn’t just after…knew that Dean had done things to Sam, things that brothers don’t do. Dean hid his face as Ellen murmured to John and Sam shifted closer, his breath on Dean’s cheek.
“Okay?” Sam asked and Dean shook his head.
“No. No. He knows.”
Sam looked at him confused, but John was there and Dean ducked his head under the blanket. “How you feeling, Sam?” His father’s voice was deep and something about it made him feel safe.
“Dopey, after the pain pills.”
John nodded. He looked like he wanted to touch him, but didn’t know how or where. “Doc says the leg should heal okay, as long as you don’t get up around on it too soon…might walk with a limp for a bit.”
He wasn’t sure of himself, a thing Sam wasn’t used to. His father was always the strong one, quiet, but confident. It was a little unnerving. Suddenly, Sam remembered Caleb. “Tell me you got him…Caleb, I mean. You found him?”
John nodded. “He’s resting. He wants to see you though.” Sam shook his head, pulling back.
“No…he…saw…no…please? Just tell me he’s going to be okay?”
Ellen nodded. “Yeah, he’ll be fine.”
“Good.”
“You need anything else?” John asked and Sam shook his head. “Okay. I’ll be back in a bit. I need to go back sure that Bobby’s okay.”
John got back to room 16 to find Robert still on his back, the gag shoved into his mouth, and Bobby gone…probably to work through what he now knew about his son. John stood staring at Robert, his gun drawn. Robert’s eyes blazed at him…dared him…begged him…and he could do it…son of a friend or not…after everything…because he’d done unspeakable things…and he wasn’t going to give them any more information than he already had…and…he was a monster…even more than that bastard James had been…a monster who thought he was in love with Sam.
Yes, John thought as he steadied his trembling hands on the gun. He could kill this son of a bitch without regret…
Title: Revelations
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Dean, John, Bobby, Ellen, OMC
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3552
Summary: A sequel to Anything which was a Christmas request from
nanakomatsu, Nothing, Something, To Be Good, Broken, To Be Strong,Nothing, No One, Alone, Yours, Mine, Better, Choice, Gathering, Betrayal, Taken, Remember, Training, Conflagration, Setting Up, Surviving, Pretending and Rescue. Summary: As recovery begins, Bobby and John set to work in getting Robert to talk. Dean fights his conditioning to reveal a secret about Robert, who returns the favor.
A/Ns and Warnings: Very dark. Includes torture and rape and very dark violence.
Twenty four hours after the last of their people left the compound in flames, only a handful remained in town. The parking lot of the motel seemed empty now as Ellen leaned against the railing outside one of the rooms they still occupied. They’d gotten away light, managed to get the wounded patched up and moved out…all but Sam and Dean and Caleb…and the room full of broken people they didn’t know what to do with.
A total of twenty-two men and women, in various stages of programming. Most of them didn’t even remember their own names. Those that did were far to broken to be much help. Doc Brays had checked them over and recommended they get turned over to psychiatric care…but they couldn’t just dump twenty people on the local psych ward. They weren’t even sure that the local hospital wasn’t part of the organization. It was obvious from the response of the local authorities that at least some of them knew exactly what had been going on at that compound.
Ellen sighed and huddled deeper into herself.
They had to deal with Robert yet too. And John had kept both Sam and Dean sedated. He’d put Bobby down too. Not that she disagreed, in fact, she’d threatened the big man herself if he didn’t get some sleep too. That left her, alone, in the approaching dark. Well, maybe not alone. She could see the tip of Gabe’s cigarette down at the end of the building where his father wouldn’t see.
She couldn’t begrudge the kid a bad habit or two, not after the last few days. He’d seen more than most people, and she saw how it haunted him. This whole thing was fucked…and it had fucked up just about all of them in one way or another. She sighed again and turned to the room behind her.
He was in the corner, in a chair shoved into the corner of the room, his hands bound behind his back, his feet bound together, a gag cutting the corners of his mouth. She stood at the door and stared at him.
He stared back.
Part of her wanted to leave him there, let Bobby do with him whatever it was Bobby thought would make this right. Instead she went to the bathroom and filled a glass with water.
“I’m going to remove your gag and give you some water. If you make any noise at all, I’ll knock you out.”
He nodded and she reached for the gag. She let him work out the tension in his jaw before she held up the water. He took a few long drinks, then pulled back. “Thank you,” he said quietly and she nodded.
“Seemed the right thing. Be a while for your Daddy’s ready for you.” She moved the glass well away from him, setting it on the dresser. “Meantime, I suggest you get some sleep. Don’t expect it’ll go easy on you when he is.”
She moved the gag back, making sure it was secure before she left him again. The door opened and Gabe came in. “Thanks for giving me the break.”
Ellen smiled. “I’m sorry you got stuck with this duty.”
Gabe shook his head. “Don’t be. At least I feel like I’ve done something to contribute.”
She rubbed his arm. “You did a remarkable job today, Gabe.”
“Yeah…wait to say that after we see if I got anything useful off the computers before they started wiping them.”
She smiled and nodded. “Make sure you get some sleep tonight too, you know?”
He nodded as she left him. The tired was pulling at her bones and she reminded herself that mothering that many men was difficult enough, and on less sleep than most of them, she shouldn’t even be standing. She paused to check on Sam and Dean, and once assured they were sleeping, she let herself into the adjoining room where Bobby was knocked out on one bed and John was looking at her from the other.
She sighed and toed off her shoes, nodding as John held the blankets up for her. She unzipped her jeans and dropped them by the bed before sliding into the warm cocoon of blankets and arms…settling with her head on his chest, soothed down toward sleep by gentle movement of his breathing.
It was dark. Quiet.
Hurt Master. Killed Master
Dean flinched, even as he came awake, came up out of the bed and backed into the nearest corner. The bed was too soft, the blankets too warm. He felt sticky…sweat and blood and come…hands…He slid down the wall, covering his head, cowering away from them…
Bad. Wrong. Punish.
He swallowed the sound of his fear. The collar was gone. His neck felt bare, empty.
Nothing. No one. Alone.
Lights flashed in the window over his head and he ducked further into himself. Voices wandered down the parking lot and faded into nothing. Dean breathed slowly, pushing his hands flat against the floor in an attempt to ground himself.
He wasn’t in the cage. He wasn’t in Master’s bed. He opened his eyes slowly. It was a motel room. He took a deep breath and willed the wild pounding of his heart to slow. He found Sam. He found Sam and took care of Sam.
His eyes scanned the room and fell on Sam in the other bed. Dad. He had come for them. He had come and taken them out of there…away from Master…Dean shook as the image of James laying bloody on the floor came to him. He looked down at shaking hands, expecting them to still be covered in blood.
He’d been covered in it. Dean wiped his hands against his skin…but couldn’t escape the feeling of it on him. He killed him. There was no punishment for that. They’d kill him. Beat him to death…or worse.
No. They couldn’t hurt him. Them. He looked at Sam again. It was okay. Sam was okay. Slowly, Dean got up, half expecting Thomas or one of the trainers to come bursting through the door and drag him away. He inched his way across the room in the dark, until he was beside Sam’s bed.
His left leg was in a plaster cast, laying outside the blankets, propped up on pillows. He was on his side, his bruised back looking angry and unforgiving in the gloom of the room. “Sam.” Dean whispered. “My Sam.”
Gently, so not to wake him or cause him pain, Dean slid into bed, facing Sam. He kissed his forehead, then his cheeks, then froze. Never touch another slave without a direct order He closed his eyes. “My Sam.”
In his sleep, Sam’s hand found Dean’s and curled around it, pulling it to his chest and holding it. The slow exhale sounded a lot like his name and Dean pushed the voice in his head away, clinging to Sam instead.
Bobby woke and rose as quietly as he could. John and Ellen slept in the bed next to him, John spooned around her back comfortably. Judging by the light coming in around the curtains it was early morning. He didn’t begrudge his friend for the drugs he could still feel working their way through his system. He needed the sleep, needed to get his head on straight.
Robert. John had left him alive because he’d be easier to break than any of the others…because Bobby should be the one to deal with him…and Bobby would…break him, deal with him…kill him…His son. His boy.
He ran his hand over his beard and searched out his shoes. He was almost to the door when John’s hand caught on his shoulder. “Not alone.”
Bobby nodded tightly. “Yeah okay.” He watched as John pulled on jeans and his boots. Ellen stirred, rolling to look up at them.
“Want me to come?” she asked sleepily.
Bobby shook his head. She didn’t need to see…he didn’t think he could go through with it if she was watching him. John leaned over and kissed her forehead. “Check on the boys? Sam will be needing something for the pain by now.”
She nodded, her eyes warm chocolate as they gazed up at him. Bobby ached with how tender it seemed, especially when those eyes came to him and the warm affection shifted to something more like pity. “Ready?” he asked John who nodded.
“Yeah, come on.”
Allen sat on the bed, a laptop open, scrolling through information when Gabe let them into the room. Robert seemed to be asleep, or faking it well. “How do you want to do this?” John asked as Bobby stopped in the center of the room.
“I don’t want to do this at all.” Bobby muttered, running his hand over his face for about the fifth time in as many minutes. “Just…back me up.”
John nodded, turning to Gabe and Allen. “You two want to do a breakfast run?”
Allen smiled and closed up the laptop. “Yeah, we can do that.” He held up the laptop. “You should see the data Gabe managed to pull before they wiped the system.”
John gave him a look that clearly said Later and Allen smiled. “Coffee all the way around?”
Together John and Bobby pulled Robert’s chair into the center of the room. He started awake, his eyes wide and fearful as they found the two men standing over him. Bobby crossed his arms and John backed off.
“You should be dead right now. There’s only one reason you’re not, and it ain’t that you’re my son. You’re going to tell us everything you know. You’re going to do it quickly, quietly and without lying to us.”
Bobby watched Robert’s face as he reached for the gag, lowering it. Robert’s eyes, dark, like his mother’s looked up at Bobby, scared, vulnerable. “Dad?”
Bobby closed his eyes and exhaled slowly before landing a backhand across Robert’s face, making his head snap to the side. “How long?”
“Is Sam okay?”
Bobby felt John stir, anger rustling around the room like an autumn wind. “Never you mind about Sa—“
“Please. I just want to know he’s okay.”
Bobby looked at him, his face hard, cold. “Okay, Robert? Okay? You gave him to fucking rapists. You let him be beaten and raped repeatedly. You did that.”
“No…no…” Robert shook his head, tears in his eyes. “He was going to be mine….I wanted to take care of him—“
Bobby hit him again, hard, across the other cheek. Robert lowered his eyes. “Please, let me know he’s okay.”
John’s voice was a low rumble of pain and barely contained anger. “Sam is hurt pretty bad, son. May not walk right again, may not be right ever again.”
Sam came up from the swirling colors of his dreams slowly, grasping a hand to his chest…a warm, familiar hand. He shifted, and felt the pain slowly registering. He didn’t know where he was, but it didn’t feel…unfamiliar. He opened his eyes slowly to find Dean watching him.
Memory sort of bubbled up…Dean helping him clean himself…Dean leaving him to go to Master…Robert…their father…Sam’s breath caught in his chest and he blinked heavily. “Dean?” He whispered it, afraid of anything more…afraid this was just a dream.
Dean nodded slowly, his eyes on Sam’s. “You okay, Sammy?” Dean’s free hand stroked Sam’s face and Sam nodded.
“’M okay, Dean. Hurts…but okay.”
Dean kissed his cheek. “He won’t touch you now. Won’t touch anyone.”
Something in the way he said that chilled Sam, and Dean’s eyes drifted away from his. “What did you do?”
Dean shook his head. “Don’t want to talk about it.”
A door opened and they both stiffened. Sam blinked at the woman approaching. He looked back at Dean who rolled to see who had come in. “Hey, you boys okay?” Her voice was rich and smooth and Sam liked the sound of it. “Your daddy asked me to check on you and see if you needed anything.”
Dean shifted so he was sitting. “Where’s Dad?”
Ellen didn’t really look comfortable answering that question. “He’s with Bobby.”
“With Robert.” Dean said and she nodded sadly.
“Yes, sweetie, with Robert.”
Sam tried to sit up and winced as pain lanced through his leg. “Robert? He’s here?” Panic crept up inside him, and Dean’s hands were instantly on his head, in his hair. “Why?”
“Dad has questions, Sammy.” Dean said. “About Gorlian.”
Okay…that made sense. Sam relaxed a little, then tensed again as his leg hurt and throbbed. His back wasn’t far behind…and he knew that his ass would hurt too if he tried to sit up. “Let me take care of that for you at least.” Ellen said, moving to the dresser and coming back with some pills and a bottle of water. “Here…that should help.”
Sam didn’t argue, just took them, nodding his gratitude. Suddenly, Dean was sliding out of the bed. “I need to see my father…before…just…” Dean looked nervous. “What room?”
“Oh, honey…you don’t need to go down there.” Ellen said, her voice soft. “Why don’t you lay down with Sam…keep him company.”
Dean shook his head. “No. He needs to know…I need to tell him.”
“Tell him what?” Sam felt the panic ride up further…he reached for Dean who let him clutch his hand. He remembered Robert’s voice, felt his hands on his skin. “Dean?”
Dean turned to him, his face unreadable. “Stuff, about Robert.”
“What about him, Dean? What? He-he—did this to us…he—“ No…he’d decided Dean wouldn’t know that…would never know that Robert had touched him, fucked him…
Sam closed his eyes as he remembered the way his hands had touched him…the way Robert’s voice had been soft in his ear…“I love you so much. I can’t stand watching them hurt you. Make it stop, baby. You know how. Just tell him you want to be good. Tell him you want to serve him. You want to learn to be a good slave for your master.” Sam made a face and turned away.
Dean sat on the side of the bed, holding his hand. “Sam?” His other hand cupped Sam’s face and Sam pulled away…too much like his…too gentle… Dean sighed and Sam blinked away tears.
“Sorry…I…just...”
Dean shook his head. “It’s okay, Sam. Bobby needs to know about Robert.”
“I think Bobby does know, Dean, honey.” Ellen said.
He stood again. “No, not everything. Can you stay with Sam? I don’t want him alone.”
Ellen stared at him, then nodded. “They’re in room 16.”
Room 16. Dean found it and hesitated. Robert had brought this down on them, had traded him for…for a chance to own Sam…He had stolen Sam, and touched him…and given him to Master.
He knocked. There was some shifting sounds, the curtains moved, then his father was opening the door. “Dean?”
He didn’t say anything right away, just pushed into the room, past his startled father. Bobby came out of the bathroom with a washcloth, wiping blood off his hands. Robert was tied to the chair, his nose bloody, one eye darkened and swollen. Dean stopped a few steps away, his jaw tense and tight.
“Dean, you shouldn’t be here.” Bobby said, his voice filled with gravel.
Dean shook his head and took the last few steps, his eyes locked on Robert’s. “He’s bleeding.” Dean said dumbly, lifting one hand to wipe at the blood. Then he shook himself and took a deep breath. His words for Bobby, though his eyes never left Robert’s. “You should know what I know. Master—“ He hesitated, his eyes closing as he shivered. “What he told me. About Robert.”
“Dean?” John was behind him now and Dean reached a shaking hand to pull aside Robert’s shirt, where Master had cut it, exposing the small scar and tracing it with one finger. Then he pulled up his own t-shirt and traced his own.
“Like me…like Sam.”
“Shut up.” Robert said abruptly. “Shut up. I am not…you’re a fucking whore!” Bobby’s hand crashed into the side of Robert’s face. Dean looked up at him, startled.
“He…they took him, were going to…train him.” Dean’s voice sounded broken and weak. He hated it. Hated even more that he was leaning into his father…leaning on his strength.
“Is this true, Robert?” Bobby asked.
Robert looked away and held his tongue, until Bobby’s hand touched the mark, the “J” etched into his skin. “I wasn’t pretty enough though, was I? Never pretty enough next to you.” He spit his words at Dean. “Not for them…not for Sam.” He spit blood out onto the carpet, his eyes flashing angrily.
“He traded information for his freedom.” Dean said, looking up at his father. “There were two girls in Vegas.”
“Liar!” Robert screamed, his eyes wild as he strained at the ropes holding him.
“And me…me for Sam.”
“I love Sam.” Robert wasn’t ready for Dean’s hand to come flying out and hit him, a full fist into his cheek and he bit his lip.
“You are a sick fuck.” Dean said through clenched teeth. “You can sit there and say that, knowing what they did to him? You can look at me and say that?”
“You’re just jealous.” Robert said, soft, but it cut through to Dean, stopped him when he would have hit him again. “Jealous that he gave in for me…that he wanted me…you’ve always been jealous of how much Sam loved me.”
Dean turned away, his fists curled tight against his chest. “No.”
“That’s why you did it….you didn’t want him, you just didn’t want me to have him.” Robert’s voice didn’t lift but it took on a dangerous tone. “You saw how much I loved him and you took him out there to that car and fucked him…to keep him away from me.”
“I’m warning you, Robert.” Bobby said, stepping closer again.
“Yeah, well I’ve fucked him now too…and he liked it…said I was better…said he knew how sick it was to let his brother do those things to him.” His eyes went to John’s, his face a sneer. “Did you know? They’ve been at it for years…since Sammy was fifteen…that summer…I saw them. He knew I wanted Sam and he couldn’t stand to let me have him.”
Dean could feel the anger crackling in his father, but wasn’t sure where it was directed. He backed off a step. “Sam never would have—“ Dean stopped himself, turning away. He’d said what he came to say, gave Bobby the information he needed. He should just go…go back to Sam.
“You deserved it, you fucking pervert…you made such a pretty slave, Dean.”
The fury burned through him and before he could stop himself he had pushed Robert’s chair over and was beating at him. Then John’s hands were on him, pulling him off and out of the room. Once the door was closed, Dean sagged against his father, shaking. “Dad…I…”
John shook his head. “Now isn’t the time. Let’s get you back to Sam. Let me and Bobby deal with Robert.”
Dean climbed into bed beside Sam, curling up and making himself as small as possible. He didn’t look at Ellen or his father, not even at Sam…just curled up and closed his eyes. His father knew. Knew that it wasn’t just after…knew that Dean had done things to Sam, things that brothers don’t do. Dean hid his face as Ellen murmured to John and Sam shifted closer, his breath on Dean’s cheek.
“Okay?” Sam asked and Dean shook his head.
“No. No. He knows.”
Sam looked at him confused, but John was there and Dean ducked his head under the blanket. “How you feeling, Sam?” His father’s voice was deep and something about it made him feel safe.
“Dopey, after the pain pills.”
John nodded. He looked like he wanted to touch him, but didn’t know how or where. “Doc says the leg should heal okay, as long as you don’t get up around on it too soon…might walk with a limp for a bit.”
He wasn’t sure of himself, a thing Sam wasn’t used to. His father was always the strong one, quiet, but confident. It was a little unnerving. Suddenly, Sam remembered Caleb. “Tell me you got him…Caleb, I mean. You found him?”
John nodded. “He’s resting. He wants to see you though.” Sam shook his head, pulling back.
“No…he…saw…no…please? Just tell me he’s going to be okay?”
Ellen nodded. “Yeah, he’ll be fine.”
“Good.”
“You need anything else?” John asked and Sam shook his head. “Okay. I’ll be back in a bit. I need to go back sure that Bobby’s okay.”
John got back to room 16 to find Robert still on his back, the gag shoved into his mouth, and Bobby gone…probably to work through what he now knew about his son. John stood staring at Robert, his gun drawn. Robert’s eyes blazed at him…dared him…begged him…and he could do it…son of a friend or not…after everything…because he’d done unspeakable things…and he wasn’t going to give them any more information than he already had…and…he was a monster…even more than that bastard James had been…a monster who thought he was in love with Sam.
Yes, John thought as he steadied his trembling hands on the gun. He could kill this son of a bitch without regret…
