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The Hero of His Own Story	By : unrequited666 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4760 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Warnings: Dark, evil!Dean, non-con, violence, slash, wincest,
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Chapter
Three

Rich Witherington
wasn�t much of a worrier. He always had three solid meals a day, a comfortable
roof over his head, a maid to clean his room, a tutor to explain the snarls of
mathematics and parents with enough money to chase away any other problems he
might have. Nope, all in all, Rich hadn�t had much cause to be worried in his
sixteen years of life. But that was before he met Sam Winchester. Because ever
since then, all he�s done is worry.

The pit of his stomach churned with sick dread
as he remembered his disastrous visit to Sam�s home. Rich had known Dean
Winchester disliked him, had not really expected Dean to play the gracious
host, but the man was simply incorrigible. Whenever Rich had tried to engage
Sam in conversation, Dean would interrupt and supply all the answers, as if his
brother was mute and Dean needed to speak for him.

What was worse was the fact that Dean kept
treating Rich like he was some sort of hardened criminal trying to corrupt his
younger brother, refusing to leave Rich and Sam alone in the room even for a
moment, even dragging Sam with him when he needed to visit the bathroom. Sam
had the grace to look shamefaced at his brother�s antics, particularly when
Rich became bombarded with derogatory comments left, right and centre. But
never in Rich�s spoilt young life had anyone dared to speak to him in such a
fashion and to his consternation, Sam did nothing but
to send apologetic looks to Rich when Dean wasn�t looking. And maybe Rich was
imagining it, but sometimes, when Dean looked at Sam, he could have sworn he
saw wanton lust swimming in the older brother�s eyes.

However, that was just the tip of the iceberg.
When the deprecatory comments got too much to handle, Rich had asked to be
excused on the pretence of going to the bathroom. But on his way back from the
bathroom, Rich noticed a sign on another door along the corridor, reading
�Sammy�s Room.� So Rich did what any other person would�ve done. He snuck into
the room for a quick look, expecting to find out more about his love. But as
the saying went, hindsight is 20/20 and now Rich wished he had never set foot in that room. Because at
the foot of Sam�s bed was a set of chains � a set of chains that had dried blood encrusted on the shackle. As his
heart thudded painfully fast in his chest, Rich was willing to bet his
inheritance that those chains had been used on his Sam.

When he finally left, Rich felt weak with fear
for his newfound friend. Dean had refused to drop him back to the school so he
could pick up his car (that prick!),
but had whispered threateningly in his ear that Rich was to stay away from Sam
in future, that �No one touches MY Sammy without MY permission.� The way Dean
referred to Sam was in itself disturbing � as if Sam was merely a possession.

Before he began the long walk back to the
school, Rich couldn�t help but turn back to observe the brothers for a while longer
through the open window and was surprised to see Dean cutting up Sam�s food for
him and feeding Sam as if he was a baby. Admittedly, the sight was less
disturbing than the bloodied chains but there was still something inherently wrong with the scene he was witnessing.

Rich had had feelings for other people before
so he was prepared for the butterflies in his stomach and his heart skipping a
beat (or several) whenever he thought about Sam. But Rich also couldn�t deny
the fact that he had not treated his past lovers all that
well. So he didn�t really understand why he wanted to wrap Sam in his arms and
look after him forever, or why he felt so concerned for Sam�s safety. All he
knew was that he was determined to help Sam. And that meant finding out all he
could about his love�s past.

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�Sammy, what�s wrong?� Dean
asked worriedly as his brother collapsed against his chest, wrapping his little
arms around his back as he sobbed noisily.

Was his brother sick? No,
he couldn�t be. He wasn�t sniffling, coughing or showing any signs of fever.
Besides, Dean always took such good care of him that it wouldn�t be possible
for Sam to get sick this easily.

Maybe he was hurt then? His
hands began ghosting across Sam�s body, looking for hidden injuries.

�Sammy, did someone hurt
you?� Whoever had had the audacity to hurt Dean Winchester�s baby brother was
going to pay a heavy price. All Dean needed was a name and a face to put his
fist into.

�Danny was back in class
today after his accident. But he don�t wanna be friends with me no more!� Sam punctuated between
sobs. �You were right Dean,� the boy continued, unaware that his brother was
grinning like a Cheshire cat as if pleased with himself, �I should�ve stayed
away from Danny.�

Dean prised his brother�s
hands away from him, crouching down so he was eye level with Sam. As he
tenderly brushed his hands over Sam�s face, drying his tears, he reinforced the
lesson. �I wish like hell I was wrong Sammy, but you can�t get close to any of these people. All they�ll
do is hurt you.��

�I�m sorry I didn�t listen
to you,� Sam whispered.

Dean smiled encouragingly.
�C�mon kiddo, we gotta have lunch.�

He marched his little
brother towards a lunch table already filled with a few first graders, but a
well aimed glare in their direction had them scattering in no time. Sitting Sam
down, he began breaking up his brother�s sandwich and feeding it to him.

�Dean, is Uncle Andrew
picking us up from school today?�

�Don�t call him that!� Dean
barked. Seeing his brother�s surprised look at his outburst, Dean rearranged
his expression into what he hoped was a more understanding look. �Sammy, Andrew Lake only took us in as a meal
ticket. I take care of you more than he does.�

Not really understanding
what Dean had meant by �meal ticket�, Sam merely opened his mouth for the next
morsel of food.

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Sam started awake, all too aware of the throbbing in his head as he
tried to lose himself back into the drug induced haze just to avoid it. His
efforts ultimately failing, he sat up and the sound of the clinking chains
around his ankle reverberated throughout his mind. Sam grit
his teeth against the pain and reached for the clock on the bedside table.

2:36 AM

Dean wouldn�t be back from work until another 4 hours.

Crap.

He really needed his brother right now to undo the chains before his
bladder got to just the wrong side of irritating.

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Trying to take his mind off his bladder, Sam lay back down and
reflected on the dream. It was strange really, as the memory depicted in his
dream seemed to be from Dean�s point of view. Or maybe he was just imagining
his brother�s emotions at the time?

His thoughts shifted to the events of the afternoon. Sam knew that
Dean had his best interests at heart, that it wasn�t really safe to trust
outsiders. And Sam had learned the painful lesson of listening to his brother
all those years ago after Dean had been proven right about Danny, that making
friends with him had been a bad idea. But after spending some time with Rich,
Sam had to admit that while it was
dangerous to have friends, it was a pleasant albeit short experience. Although
if truth be told, Rich would probably be giving him a wide berth at school
today, especially considering the poor way Dean had treated him. Notwithstanding
the fact that the prospect saddened him, Sam couldn�t help but look at the
upside of Rich ignoring him � at least it would make it easier for Sam to obey
Dean�s order to stay away from Rich.

Sam sighed and looked back to the clock.

3:40 AM.

Crap. Crap. Crap. Dean wouldn�t be back until another 3 hours and he
really needed to go. Now.

A sudden sharp pain attacked his skull and he shut his eyes tightly
as he rolled to his side. But as quick as the pain came, it dissipated. Sam
opened his eyes tentatively, his gaze immediately latching on a silver key
lying not far from the bed.

Hardly daring to believe his good luck � Dean had always been so
careful not to leave the key around for Sam to find � Sam reached for the key,
quickly unshackling himself and rushing to the bathroom.

Once his bladder was empty, he returned to his bed, making sure he
re-shackled his ankle. It never occurred to Sam to ask why he was chaining
himself up, or allowing himself to be chained and drugged every night. It was
all normal to him now.

Snuggling back under the blankets, he quickly drifted back to sleep,
completely forgetting about the silver key.

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�
Rich sat back in his chair, feeling more scared than he had ever
been in his entire life. He had spent the night researching away, bribing and
hacking his way into police records, school records, even Child Services
records, trying to learn more about the enigma that was the Winchester
brothers.

He had discovered that Mary Winchester had died in a house fire when
Sam was six months old. Then when Sam was six years old, John Winchester had
died from a single gun shot wound to the head. Given that there were signs of a
struggle, police believed John Winchester had
disturbed a burglar in his apartment. But there had been no signs of forced
entry.

The boys were adopted by an Andrew Lake where
they stayed for eight years without incident. But on the exact day Dean turned
eighteen, he petitioned for legal guardianship of Sam. And it just so happened
that on the very same day, Andrew Lake had been
involved in a deliberate hit and run. The perpetrator was never caught, owing
to the fact that there were no witnesses and the victim himself had been
murdered in hospital hours later after someone pulled him off the life support
system.

The most extraordinary part of all was the fact that the court actually
agreed to grant Dean Winchester
custody of Sam, given that he was (and is) only eighteen years old and could
only support (and is still supporting) himself and his brother through a low
paying job working night shifts at a 24 hour convenience store.

That in itself was strange. A minor being left
alone during the night? A low paying job to provide
for two mouths? And Dean Winchester was still granted custody? Rich
thought it sounded completely suss. But delving a little further into the
mystery, he discovered that the judge in question had suffered a personal
tragedy � his four year old grandson had been kidnapped while playing with his
twin sister in the backyard and his brutalised body was later recovered� just a
few days before the custody hearing took place. When Rich tried to contact the
judge, his Honour had simply slammed the phone down upon hearing the name �Winchester.�

Looking through both Winchester brothers� school records had also proved an enlightening
experience. Old report cards showed that while Dean was rambunctious, often
involved in school yard fights, Sam had been quiet and exceptional. But
teachers worried that Sam had never made any friends, and on the one occasion
that Sam did make a friend � a boy
named Daniel Smedina in second grade � his friend had
fallen off the slide in the playground and broke his leg. And they apparently
stopped being friends after that.

But the most cause for concern in those school records was the name
and the date of withdrawal of Sam�s last school. Rich had found a newspaper
clipping of a girl who had gone to the same school who had been beaten up so bad, she was in hospital for a week recovering. And on the
day that had happened, Dean had withdrawn Sam from the school.

Rich was no fool. He knew he couldn�t go around pointing fingers
without any hard proof (and at best, all he had was circumstantial evidence)
but it was obvious to him that whomever stood in the way of what Dean
Winchester wanted ending up meeting a nasty end (or at least an adverse
repercussion). It was also obvious to Rich that whatever brainwashing
manipulations Dean had been springing on his brother had been occurring for
quite a long time now. So if Rich wanted a place in Sam�s life, he had better
be prepared for a fight. But as his father had always said - �Richard, you want
something, it�s not going to be easy. You have to fight hard for it.� Nothing
had ever stopped his father from getting what he wanted � business-wise or
otherwise � and nothing was going to stop Rich from getting what he wanted
either. What the hell? Rich liked a challenge.

TBC

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