Guess what day it is? Comment-fic day!

[ratherastory]

Once again, it's everyone's favourite day in Supernatural: May 2nd! You know what that means, right? Time to hurt Sam! ;)

You know the drill, right? Allow me to post a refresher:

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[anonymous]

Stanford era hazing//injury/ assault/ non-con badass/protective Bobby.

When Sam was in Stanford He tried to join a fraternity to get ahead. The hazing got out of control and Sam was sexually assaulted/hurt/injured/traumatized. He can't call Dean or John so he turns to the only family he can. Bobby. Bobby heads straight out to look after him and...I can't stress this enough. Open up a GIGANTIC can of wupass on whoever hurt Sam.

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[ephemerall]

It was near 11pm; the front gate was locked up and everything but his emergency and house line were turned off. But still, when the house phone rings he picks up, voice rough with almost-sleep. “Singer Salvage,” he says into the phone. On the other end he could hear someone take a breath, a noise like he or she was about to speak, and a click. He looked at the phone in annoyance and puts it back on its cradle.

It was about another fifteen or twenty minutes, Bobby was shutting off the rest of the lights, making his way to the stairs and the phone rings again. He almost doesn’t answer it, but moves back to the kitchen and snatches the phone up. “Singer Salvage,” he says. Again, it sounds like someone is about to say something; he can hear the hitch in the person’s breath. “Look, damn it, I don’t have all night for this crap - talk or don’t call me again.”

“Bobby?” He doesn’t recognize the voice on the other end; it’s male, and whoever it is, is talking quietly or whispering.

“Who is this?”

“Bobby, I…” it sounds like he’s

[anonymous]

OP here. I LOVE YOU FOR FILLING THIS! And so awesomely too! Can't wait for more! Edge of my seat here.

[ephemerall]

no problem. It's kind of gotten out of hand -- I've been writing all day!

[ephemerall]

It's all finished now -- even the link on the master post page only shows the first part

[familybizness]

WHERE IS THE REST. I NEED IT.

[ratherastory]

The rest is here, the OP just didn't nest the fic in comments, so the linking is wonky. Trying to fix it now.

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[ephemerall]

He was told simply that someone would come to collect new pledges in the next couple days, at any given time, and should he be picked to take part, he was not to fight or disobey his captor (they said big brother, but he couldn’t bring himself to use the term). Sam and a handful of guys were pulled out of their beds in the middle of the night - black hoods put over their heads, dressed and lead out of their dorms silently.

Wherever they were it was outside. Each of them were given the instructions to get naked. Sam figured he was right - there would be some act of exhibitionism that Dean would most likely be unhealthily proud of. His socks went first and the grass under his feet was cool; someone held his hood in place when he pulled his arms out of his tee shirt, and someone else lifted it off for him. When he heard the jangling of belts he hesitated; it occurred to him that he had put himself in a vulnerable position with no means of protecting himself. Essentially, a bunch of strangers wanted him to strip naked, and gave no

[anonymous]

OMG! Moremoremore!

[anonymous]

did you tale doon parts 3-4? I had them for a moment now I can only read 1 and 2?

[ephemerall]

nope everything is still there! :)

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[ephemerall]

He heard someone spit and felt it hit his lower back. His heart was thundering in his ears, knowing with a certain, sinking dread where this was going. He thought about begging, but every time he’s talked he’s gotten hit, and in this position he doesn’t know what they could do to really hurt him. “Gotta learn to accept ALL your brothers, Winchester,” he said, voice pitched low. Sam had no control over his struggling when he heard another belt buckle jingling and the sound of a zipper was louder than it had ever been. Someone spat again and Sam struggled harder, until a heavy foot landed on the back of his neck. “Don’t make me hurt you more than I have to,” was growled down at him.

“When you become a part of this brotherhood, you learn your place; when to help out your brothers in need.” Sam squeezed his eyes shut tightly when a heavy handed slap landed on his ass; he was ashamed of himself for thinking that maybe that would be the worst of it - getting his ass spanked and being humiliated in front of these strangers could be

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[ephemerall]

“You don’t make the rules here - “

“I don’t care. I said enough. I’m taking him back to his room.”

“And what if he goes and tells -“

“I won’t” Sam interrupted. “I swear to god, I won’t; just let me go.”

“He won’t say anything. Take him off the pledge list; leave him alone.”

Someone helped him to his feet, caught him when he stumbled, hands much gentler than the ones before them. “It’s ok,” he said quietly. “I’m getting you out of here.”

He was aware that they walked for a few minutes, and that it was painful. From his shoulders to his thighs was a solid wall of burning pain. “You’re behind your dorm hall,” the voice said quietly. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there sooner; I wouldn’t have let that happen.”

Sam flinched when hands touched his shoulders and the hood was, mercifully, removed from his head. The cool air felt good on his face, but it still hurt to breathe, his ribs sorer than they had ever been in his life. It took a few moments for Sam’s eyes to focus, but the guy standing in front of him didn’t move; he

[anonymous]

Jesus God! This killed me. can't wait for the next part. I hope Bobby guts the lot of them.

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[ephemerall]

Taking a red-eye flight wasn’t Bobby’s favorite thing, but it sounded like Sam really needed someone there, and if Bobby was the person he was choosing to truth - well, Bobby was going to be there. Truth be told he missed those boys like nothing else, having spent so many summer’s looking after them, but their daddy was one stubborn son of a bitch, and he doesn’t regret threatening to shoot him.

He stood outside of Sam’s dorm hall for a few minutes, wondering what the hell trouble Sam could have gotten himself into. Kid was quiet and damn smart, he wouldn’t go looking for trouble, and he sure as hell hoped that their brand of trouble hadn’t gone looking for Sam. He dials Sam’s number to let him know that he’s here and find out what floor and room Sam is.

He knocks on Sam’s door and it takes a minute before Sam cracks open the door; he looks at Bobby for a few moments before letting him in, mostly standing behind the door and then keep his back to Bobby while he closed the door. He stood there, one hand on the door knob and the

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[ephemerall]

He wasn’t going to say it didn’t concern him that Sam flinched every time he had to touch him, because it did - it worried him a lot. Whatever the hell had happened had been enough to get to Sam; kid had a tough skin, so if you got through it, you really had to hurt him. “Not that I mind,” Bobby says, “but how come you didn’t call, Dean?”

“Because I… He can’t know about this,” Sam says quietly.

“On three,” Bobby says, putting his hands on Sam’s shoulder, and Sam nods. “One,” and he just snaps it back into place. Sam cries out and nearly falls to his knees; Bobby thinks if he hadn’t had his hands on him Sam would have. Sam gasps for breath, furiously wiping his face to keep Bobby from seeing that he’s crying. Bobby thinks this may end up being more than he can handle; Sam isn’t someone who breaks down easy, and it looks to Bobby like he’s falling apart at the seams. He scrubs a hand over his face while Sam stands at the desk, bent over at the waist, shaking. “Sam...”

“My ribs,” Sam says, gasping. He’s having trouble