Please Don't Leave Me

Chapter 4

(Abuse Mentioned)

Dean POV

Upon waking up, Dean noticed that he is lying in a pool of red. In his delirious state, he tries to get up but immediately stops. A pained scream tears from his throats as he drops himself back into the puddle of his own blood. His whole body won't stop shaking from the sheer intensity of it. He just lies in the blood wishing he would pass out again because the throbbing pain was not going away anytime soon.

Sooner than he would ever have believed, he hears footsteps coming down the stairs. He can't stop frightened sobs from racking his body. Dread grips his heart in its icy claws when the steps get closer. He knows he won't be able to survive another beating so soon. He didn't even know what he did this time to make him mad, but then again he didn't know what he did most of the time. The only thing he could hope for at this time is that his father had felt some kind of pity for him and came to check on him. That or he was here to kill him, which was most likely.

The lock on the door turn and it opens while to reveal Sam. Relief floods Dean's entire form as it hits him that he won't be hurt again so soon. Then, as soon as the relief comes it is gone and replaced with panic. Sam can't know...John could start hurting him too. Similar thoughts run through his head as he watches Sam try and understand what happened.

"Sam," he croaks. His voice hurts from misuse.

"Who did it?" Sam doesn't miss a beat. It was like he knew but needed confirmation.

"Doesn't matter, just forget you've seen anything," he tries.

"You need to go to the hospital," Sam ignores him.

"No," Dean states firmly, "I do not need a doc." He pauses for a moment before, "Where's Dad?"

"Said he was leaving for a few days this morning."

Sighing, he relaxes knowing he won't be home for a few days. "Can you help me over to the bed?"

Sam doesn't say another word as he approaches his brother. Dean feels absolutely horrendous that he would have to ask his brother for help in such a situation. He was the older sibling and he should be able to handle himself, but obviously, he couldn't.

Dean ignores his pain because he doesn't want to make Sam feel bad for helping him; however, his body felt like someone had lit a fire on his back. Holding his tongue, he lets Sam help him to his feet. At this point, he wishes that he could just let himself pass out again but knew he couldn't because Sam would be holding all his weight. Even if Dean didn't weigh much, he didn't want to put that on his brother's shoulder's, literally.

"We need to clean your wounds, and Imma have to be honest, I don't even know where to start," Sam sighed as he sat Dean down. "I have a friend, and before you say anything, I am calling him. He's good with things like this, as strange as that is."

Dean just sits there and watches as Sam walks up the stairs to get his phone. He wasn't even able to get a single syllable which honestly he kind of found funny because it just proved that Sam knew him better than he thought.

Chuckling a little, but quickly stopping when the pain intensifies, Dean decides that he want to lay down, but that idea is thrown out before it even finishes. The idea of moving or twisting in any way at the moment sounds like unnecessary torture. It doesn't help that some of the blood has dried and causes the already sensitive skin to stretch. His whole being hurts so bad that it is for real ridiculous. Every little movement reminds him of something else that John did to him and he'd rather just be asleep at this point. At least there he can forget about everything, or he can sometimes.