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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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Chapter List
- 5
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Warnings: Dark, evil!Dean,
non-con, violence, slash, wincest, character death. Don�t
like? Don�t read! No flamers!

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Chapter Six

The next day, the school was abuzz with news of Mrs Parker�s brutal
murder. Having failed to show up to work the day before and not answered the
numerous phone calls to her home, the principal had dropped by to see her
yesterday after school to check up on her. And found more than he had bargained
for. Teachers had announced a special memorial service for their colleague and
students who had always hated her turned around and plastered her with
undeserving platitudes, wishing that they had not always given her a hard time
and professing a wish that the killer be caught. But Rich had a very strong
suspicion who exactly the guilty party was, especially after seeing Sam�s
frightened and guilty demeanour when in hearing range of any conversations discussing
the murder. And frankly, this event, in combination with what he had seen the
previous night, gave Rich ample impetus to resolve that enough was enough.

When the final bell had rung, he dragged Sam to a secluded corner of
the school where they could talk undisturbed. But even then, Rich couldn�t help
but feel more wrong footed about this. At first, he had thought that if he
could get Sam to trust him enough, he�d be able to convince Sam to break away
from Dean, to turn against his brother. But now Rich could see that his
original plan had been na�ve to the point of delusional.�
�
When it appeared Rich wasn�t going to speak, Sam took the plunge
�Rich, what is it? What�s wrong? You know I can�t stay long. Dean�s waiting for
me.�

�What�s wrong?� Rich spat. �Dean is �wrong��

�What about Dean?� Sam asked reasonably, not understanding why his
friend was so upset. Yes, Dean had been really rude to Rich the day he had
visited their home to do their project together, but that had happened a few
weeks ago and surely it wasn�t a big enough incident to continue being this upset.

�God Sam! You just
can�t see! The way Dean treats you �
chaining you up, drugging you. Locking you in the closet even
though you�re claustrophobic.� �

�How did you know?� Sam gasped, horrified.

Rich continued his rant as if Sam hadn�t interrupted. �He�s fucking
stalking you, he won�t allow you to get close to anyone!� And he kills everyone who does. Rich added silently.

Sam�s face showed his shock before melting away to a cold mask.
�It�s really none of your business.� He made to leave.

Rich grabbed his arm, turning Sam around to face him. �What Dean is
doing is wrong. It�s illegal.�

Sam stuck his chin out stubbornly, trying unsuccessfully to wrench
his arm from Rich�s grasp. �He�s my brother.�

�It doesn�t change the fact that your brother should be locked in a
loony bin!� Rich hissed.

Anger flashed through Sam�s eyes and he raised his fist, striking
Rich across the cheek. �Don�t you dare. Dean looks after me! You come here, and you judge.
Dean was right about you all along! I should�ve listened� Why can�t you just
leave us alone?�

Ignoring the throbbing in his cheek, Rich said the first thing that
came to his lips. �Because I care about you!� Later,
Rich would flush embarrassedly at his own words, so reminiscent of �Bold and
the Beautiful.� [*A/N Bold and the Beautiful is a horrible, horrible daytime
Soapie. I advise you not to watch it unless you have brain cells to lose. Urgh]

Sam�s expression immediately softened and he bit his lip. �But why?� He asked timidly, all trace of anger gone from
his voice as his eyes widened in confusion.

Rich wasn�t sure what came over him just then. He placed his hands
on each side of Sam�s face and pressed his lips against Sam�s. When Sam began
trembling, he moved his hands to Sam�s waist, supporting Sam�s weight as he
deepened the kiss.

�WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU�RE DOING?!�

Sam and Rich both turned to face the new voice, Sam paling
dramatically in a matter of seconds as he began babbling �Dean, I � we � I � it
was.�

Without waiting to hear Sam�s explanation, Dean wrenched Sam away
from Rich with such force that Sam fell hard to the ground. Paying no heed to
Sam�s sharp cry of pain, Dean turned to Rich, punching him in the stomach. Rich
joined Sam on the pavement, air whooshing from his lungs. Before Rich could
even raise his arms to mount some kind of defence, Dean began kicking him,
harder and harder each time he lifted his foot.

Hearing Rich�s grunts of pain spurred Sam into action. He scrambled
to his feet, placing himself bodily between Dean and his next victim. �Dean, please.�

When Dean again tried to move Sam out of the way so he could get at
Rich, Sam wrapped his arms around his brother, using his body weight to try to
stem Dean�s advance.

Dean aimed his furious eyes at Rich. �You!
It�s all your fault. Sammy used to be such a good kid.
He always listened to me before he
met you. You and your family. I�m gonna kill you. I
will kill you all!�

Sam sank to his knees, arms clinging around his brother�s legs.
�Dean, you�re hurting me,� he
whimpered.

As if the words were magic, Dean stopped his attack. His lips
curling up in a sinister smile, he roughly pulled Sam to his feet, and ignoring
Sam�s violent shaking, pushed him bodily towards the car park

***

The rough handling continued as Dean shoved him into the car,
terrifying Sam out of his wits as Dean broke the sound barrier on the drive
home. He was aggressive in leading Sam back to the apartment; and when Dean
shoved Sam onto the bed, straddling him and pinning his shoulders down, Sam
knew he was in bigger trouble than he had ever been in.

�Dean�� Sam pleaded.

Dean hit him, hard and unexpected, leaving Sam blinking bewildered
tears as his heart filled with unimaginable fear. Dean had never hit him before.

�You lied to me Sammy.� Dean�s calm tone belied his rage. �I told
you to stay away from the dick, didn�t I?� Dean�s hands
wrapped around Sam�s throat, throttling him.

Horrible choking, gurgling sounds erupted as Sam fought for air.

�You�re mine. Mine to look after. Mine to touch. Nobody else�s. DO
YOU UNDERSTAND!�

Sam wondered dully if Dean had turned off the lights. The room was
getting darker.

Sam figured he must�ve blacked out then. Because the next thing he
became aware of was the fact that both his
feet were chained. And his brother had somehow managed to rustle up another set
of chains for his hands, binding them to the headboard.

�D-Dean?� his voice came out as a squeak.

�Quiet Sammy.� Dean
came back into view, clambering on top of him. He was naked. They both were.

Sam wasn�t stupid. Despite being excessively sheltered by his
brother, he knew what was about to happen to him.

Oh God. His own brother.

�Dean, I don�t want��

�Quiet or I�ll gag you� Dean interrupted coldly.

Dean penetrated him, dry and unprepared. Remembering Dean�s
instructions, Sam bit his lip until it bled, fighting the urge to scream at the
burning sensation. As Dean began angling his thrusts to hit Sam�s prostate,
pumping faster and harder, Sam felt himself bleeding. He shook his head from
side to side, tears flowing freely as pleasure mingled with pain, ripping
through him. Sam knew he couldn�t take much more of this.

�I�ve wanted this for so long Sammy,� Dean moaned, leaving one hand
to support his weight while the other moved to stroke Sam to fullness.

Dean claimed his brother�s mouth, forcing his tongue inside and
swallowing the soft mewls that Sam hadn�t managed to quiet. After a long
moment, he released Sam�s mouth, pressing kisses along his brother�s neck,
stopping where Sam�s neck met his shoulder. Sam bucked when Dean suddenly bit
down.

As Dean orgasmed, he whispered in Sam�s ears �You were made for me
to fuck.�

Dean promptly fell asleep, curled around Sam and leaving Sam
unchained for the first time since Sam could remember.

Sam had heard that sex was supposed to bring unmeasurable pleasure.
But if it�s supposed to feel so good, then why did he feel like crying?

***

Rich was worried (There was
that word again, he thought ruefully). It had been two days since he had
had the big blow out with Dean and he hadn�t seen Sam ever since. So when Dean
left again for work, Rich found himself breaking inside their apartment again.
Without bothering to knock this time, Rich stormed into Sam�s bedroom, the
smell of sweat and sex pervading his senses.

But Sam wasn�t in his bed.

He whirled around, eyes searching before his gaze fell on the
closet. Of course. A few minutes of tinkering with the
lock, Rich finally managed to open the doors, and was surprised when a naked
Sam tumbled out. A naked Sam who was bleeding down there.

Oh God.

�Sam?� He gathered Sam in his arms, fighting to keep his hold as Sam
struggled vehemently against him.

�No touching, no touching,� Sam was wailing, over and over.
�
�Shhhhh,� Rich said desperately, feeling completely out of his
element, rocking the younger boy as he began to cry hysterically. Knowing that
Sam didn�t like enclosed places, he said �I�m sorry I didn�t come sooner. I
tried calling you. But Dean kept saying you were asleep.�

At the mention of his brother�s name, the boy�s crying increased.

��Sam c�mon, I gotta get you
outta here.�

�NO!� At Rich�s words, Sam threw himself backwards, crawling back
into the closet and attempting to shut the door.

�Sam, what are you doing?� Rich stuck his foot out to block the door
from closing.

�I can�t leave!� Sam cried desperately, his voice escalating �I have
to listen to Dean. Dean said stay. He was happy I didn�t leave when he didn�t
chain me�� Sam gulped, eyes darting frantically around the room, �I just need
to keep listening to him, then he�ll be happy again. I -�

�HEY DICK!�

Rich spun around, his stomach meeting the angry fist of Dean
Winchester. He doubled over, clutching his stomach.

�Did you really think I wouldn�t notice you staking out our
apartment?� Dean delivered another well aimed punch, this time to his groin,
watching with satisfaction as Rich sank to the ground.

Rich watched as Dean approached a sobbing Sam who had burrowed
himself in the corner of the closet, his head hidden by his arms. �Good job
Sammy. I�m proud you listened to me this
time.� Dean tousled Sam�s hair.

Turning back around to face the downed Rich, Dean pulled out his
gun. �Sam�s mine. He needs me. He can�t be alone. He�s not used to being alone. Now I�m gonna give you a chance to walk out of
here alive. All you gotta do is walk outta here NOW.�

Rich spat at Dean�s feet. �Why?� He asked mutinously. �Why leave me
alive? It�s not exactly your M.O. is it?� God,
have I gone nuts? He thought to himself.

Dean smiled mockingly. �They say it takes more courage to suffer
than to die. I�m gonna let you test out that theory for me. Now BEAT IT!�

With one last look of contrition at Sam, Rich fled. Rationally, Rich
knew there was nothing he could have done. That if he stayed, he would have put
Sam in greater danger and most likely have lost his life. And if he died, who
was going to help Sam? But rationality did nothing to temper the raging guilt
eating at his insides at the way he left Sam in the hands of that psycho when
he had been looking so broken. So scared.

He drove away from the Winchester apartment as fast as he could, not really having a clear
destination in mind. But somehow, he winded up in front of a police station.
Rich walked straight in, approaching the first manned desk he saw, all the
while kicking himself for not having done this sooner. When the police officer
acknowledged him, Rich took a deep breath before speaking. �I�d like to report
a case of child abuse.�

TBC

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