For Your Own Good
Summary: “Don't worry, Dean. I'll be a good little soldier and do everything Dad says. Promise.” Sam doesn't know how right he is.
Sam is sixteen. Dean is twenty.
Chapter Eight
Sam rouses to the sound of raised voices outside his bedroom door. He surfaces slowly, through layers of soupy sleep, and rubs exhaustion from his face,
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ha ha I wouldn't go as far as saying I enjoyed this - but it was gripping! And of course, had the right ending - yay for Bobby and Dean! Hope Bobby now kicks some sense into your John's thick skull.
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Lol! 'Enjoyed' isn't quite the right word for sooo much of the fanfic I read/write. It makes me feel like a psychopath saying I 'enjoyed' it haha
Thanks for reading! <3
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Omg, please Dean, take Sam and never look back. That man is a monster--there's something deeply wrong with him. I hope Sam can recover from the horrific abuse he's suffered.
Wow, this was really an overpowering fic, you had me on the edge of my seat, biting at my lip at times, I was that horrified by this. Thanks so much for sharing a really, really mind-blowing story!
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Thank you for all your lovely comments! <3
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