No Ordinary Boys ~ Chapter 7

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Chapter Seven

Mary and Sam had spoken for a while longer about the issue of Sam not attending school, but no matter what she said, Sam wouldn't believe her when she told him that he was smart and if he wanted to, he could go to school. He began to get more upset and tears started to fall down his cheeks.

"Sam?"

Both of them turned around at the sound of Dean's voice.

"Hey Dean." Mary smiled. "Did you have a good nap?"

Dean's eyes narrowed when he saw the tear tracks on his brother's face, and he shot Mary an accusing stare. "Why is he crying? What did you do?" He was at Sam's side in an instant. "Sammy, what happened? You okay?"

"It's okay," Mary assured. "We were just talking about Sam not going to school and he got a little upset."

"Sam's not stupid." Dean immediately defended. He hated it when the topic of Sam and school came up. Despite what the rest of his crappy family thought, Dean knew how smart Sam was. The only reason Dean didn't fight his dad and uncle on not sending Sam to school was because he didn't think it was safe for him to go. Sam's visions were unpredictable and Dean worried about what could happen if one hit while Sam was at school.

"I never thought he was," Mary replied. "I just wanted to talk to Sam and see if he liked the idea of school, that's all."

"Well, you don't need to talk to him about anything," Dean stated, firmly. "All you've done is upset him."

"Dean, it's okay," Sam said, quietly, reaching up to take a hold of Dean's sleeve.

"It's never okay if you're crying, Sam." Dean gave Mary a hard look. "Look, I'm his brother and I can look after him just fine. If he's upset or needs to talk about school then I'll take care of it."

"Dean..."

"No, just stay away from him, alright?" Dean tugged Sam up from his chair. "Come on, Sammy."

Mary sighed as she watched them go, hoping she could find a way to help Dean believe that she didn't mean any harm to either of them.

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The boys were up in their room when Dr. Saunders arrived to take the pictures of their injuries. After a quick chat with John and Mary, John had led him upstairs. It was decided to do Dean's photos first, and after Dean had made it quite clear that he didn't want his brother in the room while they were taking the pictures, Mary had taken Sam downstairs.

Dean tried to hide his nervousness as he watched Dr. Saunders set up the camera. He didn't want Sam here when the photos were being taken because he still remembers the look of horror on his brother's face when he last saw Dean's injuries, and he doesn't want to see Sam look like that again.

"I'll be ready to get started in a minute, Dean." Dr. Saunders gave what Dean was sure was meant to be a reassuring smile, but with a camera in his hands, to Dean, the smile looked more like a smirk.

Dean's eyes became solely focused on the camera, his mind trying to bring forth the memories of the previous times Dean had been alone with men and cameras. He pinched the back of his hand hard in an attempt to drive the images away. This was different. It was a different camera, a different room. It wasn't going to be the same.

"Okay Dean," Dr Saunders said, gently. "Can you take your shirt off for me?"

"I told you to strip, Dean."

"Get undressed!"

"Take your clothes off."

Dean blinked rapidly, trying to get rid off the voices in his head. 'I'm okay, I'm okay,' he repeated over and over to himself.

"Dean? You alright?" John asked when Dean didn't respond to the doctor's question. The kid had gone pale and his eyes were starting to take on a glazed look.

Dean turned his attention to John. He knew he'd been asked something but he wasn't sure what it was. "What?"

John frowned at the disorientated sound of Dean's voice. "I asked if you were alright."

It took Dean a few more moments to respond but he slowly nodded. "I'm fine."He raised his hands to unbutton his shirt, and John's concern grew when he saw that Dean's fingers were trembling.

"Dean?"

"Let's just get this over with." Dean pulled off this top and let it fall down onto the bed.

"Okay." Dr. Saunders nodded and took a step closer, raising the camera to aim at Dean's chest. "I'll be as quick as I can."

At the first click and flash of the camera, Dean felt himself jump. The voices in his head began to get louder and louder.

"Lie down on the bed, Dean."

"Don't forget to smile for the camera."

"You're so pretty, Dean."

"I'm gonna make you mine, boy."

The room suddenly felt too hot and Dean couldn't seem to get enough air.

John watched in alarm as Dean's shaking increased and his breathing started to become erratic. "Dean?" John placed a hand on top of the camera, stopping Dr. Saunders actions. "Dean, it's okay."

Dean couldn't hold back the memories any longer and his past bled into the present. He could feel hands on him, holding him down, bodies pressing against him. He gasped for the air that his body was so desperately demanding but found none. John reached out, placing a hand on his shoulder and Dean flinched violently, scrambling backwards until his back hit the wall. He whimpered and slid down to the floor, burying his head in his knees as he folded in on himself, trying to make himself as small a target as possible.

"Dean?"

John began moving slowly towards him, but in Dean's mind it was no longer John. It was his dad, it was Mick, it was all the other men that his father and Mick had just given Dean too. Dean made a keening sound when a hand gently touched his back, and his head shot back up as he tried to press himself more firmly into the wall.

"Pl...please...d...don't," he stammered, tears streaming down his face. "I'm sorry, Mick...m'sorry..."

"Shhh, Dean. It's just me. It's John. Mick isn't here. You're safe, Dean." John crouched down in front of the trembling teen but didn't repeat his attempt to touch. "Dean? Dean can you hear me, buddy?"

Dean panted heavily. He could see the outline of the body in front of him. He knew what was going happen and he knew how much it was going to hurt. Oh god. He just wanted it all it stop. He didn't want them to hurt him anymore. He wanted it to stop.

"Dean!" John cried out in shock when Dean suddenly slammed his head against the wall, hard.

"No, no, no, no, no," Dean sobbed as he began repeatedly banging his head against the wall.

"Dean, stop!" John quickly placed his hand behind Dean's head, stopping him from slamming his head back. Dean whimpered at the contact and shook his head, trying to break John's hold."Dean, stop. You're gonna hurt yourself. Shhh, please Dean, you're okay. You're safe. You're safe."

Dean continued to make small desperate noises as he gasped in air much too fast. John knew that Dean's mind was no longer in the room, that his subconscious had taken him to a much darker place, and John felt helpless as Dean shook and shuddered in fear.

"Dean, you have to breathe, kiddo." John kept his tone soothing but firm, in the hope that some of what he was saying would get through. "Please Dean, just breathe. You're alright. No one is going to hurt you. C'mon, Dean, breathe."

"John, do you want me to give him a sedative?" Dr. Saunders asked, watching the scene in front of him in alarm.

The noise from Dean's panic attack soon brought Mary and Sam rushing into the room and then things really started to spin out of control. Sam had immediately tried to rush to his brother side but Mary, unsure of what was going on had reached out to hold him back, which in hindsight was probably not the best idea.

"No! Let go of me. Dean!" Sam cried, struggling against her hold. "Dean. Let go. No. Dean!"

The sound of his brother's distressed cries seemed to snap Dean violently back to the present. He let out something that sounded like a growl, shoving hard at John before lunging towards Mary. Mary had already released Sam but that didn't stop Dean rushing at her, and John almost didn't grab him in time to prevent him from barrelling into Mary. The pair of them fell to the floor and Dean began to thrash around, wildly hitting out at John as he screamed Sam's name.

"Dean, stop it!" John shouted, dodging yet another fist aimed at his face. "Dean, you need to calm down. Dean!"

When Dean continued fight, Dr. Saunders began searching through his medical bag. "I'm going to prepare a sedative."

Sam felt panic overwhelm him as he watched John and his brother struggle on the floor. "Stop!" he shouted in desperation but his voice was drowned out by all the noise in the room. His breathing began to speed up and he scrambled to the corner of the room, curling in on himself as he covered his ears with his hands, and began yelling Dean's name over and over.

"Dean, please stop fighting." John tried to keep his voice as calm as possible but still be heard over Dean's screams. "Dean, it's okay. Just calm down. You and Sam are both safe. It's alright." John shook his head to when Dr. Saunders approached with the sedative, stopping the man from getting any closer. He could hear Sam's cries from behind him and he wanted to try something before resorting to knocking Dean out with drugs.

John pulled Dean up so they were kneeling and he quickly framed Dean's face with his hands, forcing Dean's eyes to meet his. "Dean," he said firmly. "Dean, listen to me. You have to stop. Sam needs you. Look. Look." John moved them so Sam was in Dean's line of sight. "Sam needs you, Dean. You've got to calm down so you can help him, alright? Just calm down. For Sam."

Dean's eyes immediately locked on his brother, and John felt Dean's body begin to relax. His breathing was noisy and loud but the fight was rapidly draining out of him. "That's it, buddy," John soothed. "Just relax, Dean."

Just moments later Dean was out of John's hold and at his brother side, gently prying Sam's hands away from his ears and pulling his distraught brother into his arms.

"Shhh, Sammy, Shhh," Dean whispered, rocking him slowly back and forth. "I'm here, now. Its okay, it's okay. I'm here. I'm here. Shhh."

Sam latched on tightly, burying his face in Dean's neck as he shook and sobbed.

"It's okay now, Sammy." Dean rubbed comforting circles across Sam's back. "I'm here. I'm gonna take care of you."

John took a cautious step towards them. "Dean?"

"Just get out," Dean snapped. "Leave us alone."

"Dean..."

"We don't need you here." Dean shushed Sam gently when his brother flinched at the tone of his voice, before looking back at John. "And we don't want you here, so just go."

"Okay, Dean. Okay." John nodded and ushered Mary and the doctor out of the room, leaving the boys alone.

Dean continued to rock Sam gently in his arms, waiting until his brother had calmed a little before getting back to his feet and carefully pulling Sam up with him. "Come on, Sam." Dean manoeuvred them onto the bed, holding Sam close to him as he pulled the covers up over them. "Everything's okay now, Sammy. I'll keep them all away from us. I promise."

Dean threaded his fingers soothingly through Sam's hair until both of them eventually fell into an uneasy sleep.

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Tommy looked down at the folder that had just been slapped down on the table in front of him. "What's this?"

"That, my friend, is the file on who your sons are currently staying with," Mick said with a smug look on his face.

"I don't give a fuck about who they're staying with, Mick!" Tom snapped. "All I care about is how you are gonna get 'em back."

Mick smirked, pushing the folder closer to Tom. "Oh, trust me, you're gonna wanna look."

Tom growled in irritation before flipping open the file. He stared at the picture in shock then a slow smile spread across his face. "You've got to be kidding me?"

"Corporal John Winchester." Mick grinned. "Company Echo 2/1. Say, Tommy, isn't that the same company you were with?"

Tom laughed. "Well, this is definitely gonna make things more interesting."

'John Winchester.' Tom had been waiting a long time for his chance to see him again.

Chapter 8