Harry Winchester by Magster1102

Chapter 4

"So you believe him? Without any evidence?" Bobby asked incredulously. Dean and Sam looked at each other and nodded.

"I mean, just the way he said it you could tell he thought he was telling the truth." Sam shrugged, "But as far as proving it goes, I'm not making him do a blood test."

"Seriously?" Bobby asked, eyebrow raised, "One little bit of blood could prove it and you don't want to do try? What if the kid has people looking for him?"

"Then they'll have to go through us," Dean said, confidently, "It seems the kid has enough heartbreak for a life time. His mom, dad, step-dad are all dead, that's just harsh. Plus, I have a feeling that the people that live with him don't give a shit about him. He came all the way from Britain for God's sake! Without any adults! Doesn't that strike you as weird? And Ellen said she saw bruises on his arms!"

Dean finished his rant, Sam and Bobby looking shocked and wide eyed at him.

"What?" Dean said defensively.

"Well, it's just I haven't heard you talk about anyone that way except for Lisa and Ben and sometimes Bobby or myself." Sam said.

"Ya, well. I'm pretty sure that he's our brother." Dean concluded, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair.

"I got that," Bobby said, still a little shocked.

Sam stood up and rose from his seat, "I'm going to go check on him. You guys start on dinner."

"I'll be back with some burgers," Dean sighed, grabbing his wallet and heading out to his Impala.

Sam snorted and started up the stairs. He opened the door second to the right and walked right in.

Sam stood there frozen, but then gasped, rushing over to Harry whose shirt was off.

"Who did this to you?" Sam exclaimed staring transfixed at the bruises and scars that covered Harry's back. Harry looked at him shocked and grabbed his shirt, trying to pull it back on.

"No one! Just go away, ok? It's none of your business. Ugh, haven't you heard of knocking?" Harry asked angrily.

"It is my business!" Sam shouted back, "You're my little brother and someone abused you!"

"For all you know, I earned these marks! Maybe I was a bad child!" Harry yelled at him, still trying to cover his injuries.

Sam sighed and kneeled down before him, "Harry, no one deserves to be abused. Especially not a child as great as you." Sam tried to hug Harry, but he flinched so Sam quickly backed off.

"You don't even know me." Harry whispered, looking out of his small window, "How can you guys be so nice and protective if you don't even know who I am?"

"I know that your name is Harry and you're my little brother. We are going to learn about each other, just not all the information at once." Sam explained, looking into Harry's bright green eyes.

"I have an owl," Harry offered, "Her name is Hedwig, I got her two years ago and she's super smart."

Sam nodded, "I would like to meet her one day. Now it's my turn, I went to college." Harry looked up at him wide eyed.