The nurse escorted me to my brother's room where he's in a coma. Fuckin' Wesly.
"Take your time," says the nurse as she closes the door behind me. I sit in the empty seat next to Sam's bed.
"Sam?" I say. "You in there?"
I knock lightly on his head and laugh. I nudge his shoulder playfully like I used to do when I picked on him.
"I'm just kidding, bro... What's the use though? Trying to talk to you, I mean. You can't hear anything I'm saying. You're in Sammy World."
I look over at the beeping machines and my eyes follow the numerous IVs that are connected and stuck all over Sam.
He's right in front of you, Dean. He's unconscious... Can't hear you. This is your time to tell him what you think without actually having to tell him.
"Sammy, you are... a dumb ass... But I must partly take the blame for taking off and... well basically for leaving you with him. I abandoned you. So, I guess I'm a dumb ass too. But no, really, I made a douche move. And I regret it. because you're my brother, and after everything that happened when we were younger with Mary and John-"
"Dean?"
I look away from my hands and see Sam awake and confused.
"What happened with mom and dad? Why are you here?" he questions.
"Oh, you're awake. And it's nothing, but don't call them that, please. They are Mary and John. Nothing more. And you have no idea why you're in a hospital right now? Waking up from a coma?" I say. Sam shakes his head.
"I must've just fallen really hard or something," he says.
"You're kidding me, right? Tell me you are actually joking right now." I say. "It was Wesly, wasn't it?"
"Like I said, Dean, I probably just fell on the concrete."
"Fell... You're quite the klutz aren't you, Sammy? Because the last time this happened, it was falling too. And every other time before when I saw you just buried in black and blue like you bathed in paint, you just... fell."
Sam stares back at me blankly. Silently. I rub my hands over my face.
"You wanna know what happened to Mary and John?" I ask.
"Mom and dad..." he whispers.
"Well, then I can't tell you anything because we didn't have a mother or a father."
"Fine," Sam sighs. "What happened with John and Mary?"
"This, Sam. This is what happened. You were too young to remember, but John treated Mary like a pile of dog shit. He abused her, Sammy! He abused us! She - Mary - did nothing to help. She watched him bury those nasty nicotine nightmares into your skin like you were an ashtray! And she watched him punch me and cut me and starve me!"
I can tell he's fighting back tears. I can see the pain in his watering eyes.
But he wanted to know.
"And you know what happened the one time Mom," I pause, cringing at accidentally saying that word. "I mean, Mary... Mary. The one time she actually intervened on his crimes, he murdered her. In cold blood. I watched it happen. She was holding you. Then she dropped you and you cried your eyes out..." Now I'm getting emotional.
I paused and took a breath to collect myself and I began to twiddle my thumbs.
"Well, we're just lucky that Bobby showed up when he did," I say.
Sam nods, breaking out into a poorly repressed sobbing.
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Fanfiction[Trigger Warning - some may find subject matter triggering] .... Dean Winchester's younger brother Sam has been in an abusive relationship with a man named Wesly for over three years. When Dean returns to Lawrence, Kansas and finds Sam in a h...
