Sam tapped his pencil rhythmically on his desk, sighing and glancing at his phone that laid beside his phone, the screen black from inactivity. It had been three days already since Gabriel left without a word, and there was still no word from him. He felt lonely, and he was beginning to realize that Gabriel had quickly become a necessity in his life.

It was a shout that brought him out of his daydream and he winced as the sound of shattering glass followed. He stood, rushing out of his room and down the hallway, frowning as he didn't find John or Dean in the living room or kitchen. He was walking back through the hall, checking each room when he heard another crash just outside the bathroom.

Opening the door, he found Dean leaning on the sink, his head hidden in his arms. Sam frowned, slowly reaching out and touching Dean's shoulder, his heart twisting when Dean flinched as if expecting pain. He heard the sound of the Impala starting up and growled softly under his breath.

"Dean, what happened?" Sam asked, keeping his voice low. Dean shifted slightly, relaxing just the smallest bit as he realized that it wasn't their father. His older brother slowly lifted his head, pain in his eyes as blood made his way down his face.

"Dad was drunk. It's my fault." Dean replied, his voice shaking unlike anything Sam had seen. He sighed and reached over, grabbing a wash rag and slowly wiped Dean's face, frowning at the cut above his eye that all the blood was coming from.

"What did he do to you?" Sam asked with a soft sigh. He hated how Dean always blamed himself for everything that happened with John; he just wished he knew how make Dean see that their father was at fault. 

"He hit me in the head with a bottle." Dean replied softly, leaning on the sink and clenching the edge until his knuckles turned white. That's when Sam noticed his bloodied hand and glanced over at the mirror, seeing shattered fragments of the mirror.

"Dean, sit down so I can get you cleaned up." Sam said, his eyebrows furrowing with worry. It had been getting worse between John and Dean lately, and the younger brother was beginning to fear what might happen to Dean if this continued.

Dean, thankfully, didn't seem to be in any arguing mood and complied, sitting down and resting his head on the wall behind him as Sam wet the rag and returned to his face, slowly wiping the blood away. He was silent for a moment before he sighed, staring at his brother sadly.

"We need to get help and tell someone what he's doing to you." Sam said, though he probably should have known not to say anything. Dean would never turn his father in. He loved John too much for some reason.

"Okay." Dean replied, and Sam had to freeze, letting his mind comprehend what he just heard to make sure it wasn't just making it up. Did Dean just agree to....?

"You're agreeing with me?" Sam questioned, unable to help but sound a little suspicious. This didn't sound like Dean at all, and that terrified him more than anybody would ever know. "Dean, I've seen you get beat to an inch of your life and you wouldn't raise a finger against him. What's changed all this?"

"That's just it, Sam. I take all these beatings without a question or raising a finger against him. He could kill me, and I'd never even fight back." Dean said, a sadness in his eyes unlike Sam ever seen before. "But, what would he do to you if I was dead? What torture would you have to go through because of it? Sammy, I can't let you stay with a monster."

Sam clenched his jaw, looking at the broken man that was his brother. He could see it in the way that Dean's eyes held no twinkle, or the way that pain showed with ever twitch of his lips. His brother was hurting, all for him, and that very fact tore at him like no other.

"We'll get through it, together." Sam said, swallowing the bile that was rising in his throat. He shuddered, taking out his phone and dialing a number, working it between his shoulder and ear before he continued cleaning Dean's wounds.

He was going to get Dean out of here, one way or another.

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"Thank you for coming so quickly, Bobby." Sam said, smiling at his 'uncle', holding tightly to his backpack and Dean's suitcase. After he had called Bobby and explained what happened, his uncle had suggested that they stay with him for the time being, so Sam had hastily packed everything they needed.

"I wished you would have called me when this first started happening." Bobby said gruffly, his concern showing clear on his face as he looked at the bandages that covered the wound above Dean's eye and around his hand. "Let's get going before that father of yours get back."

Sam opened his mouth to respond, but didn't get to as he heard the familiar rumble of the Impala as it pulled into the driveway. He let out a string of curses as he saw John get out of the black car and stumble towards the house, his drunken stupor clear even from this far away. When he saw the three of them standing on the porch, he narrowed his eyes, walking over.

"Bobby, what kind of visit is this?" John said, his voice clipped and wavy from the alcohol. Sam growled softly under his breath, moving closer to Dean subconsciously as Bobby faced their drunk father.

"I'll be taking your kids with me." Bobby said, his voice firm and borderline harsh, a distrusting look in his eyes. "No father should ever hit their kids, John. As of now, you are no longer their fathers." 

The anger that shown in John's eyes had nothing to the hatred in Bobby's. If looks could kill, his father would be six feet under right now. 

"You think you can just take my kids from me?" John said, letting out a harsh laugh. Sam winced, feeling a flicker of fear for Bobby. He had no idea what John would do when he was drunk, and it scared him just to even think about it.

"Try and stop me John. I'll put so many bullets in you, you'll bleed lead." Bobby growled, motioning for the boys to follow him before he pushed past John, determination in his eyes. Sam grabbed Dean by his arm, slowly hurrying the boy past, only to freeze when John reached out and grabbed Dean's bad hand, squeezing it until his brother whimpered.

"You think you can escape me? You'll never escape." John asked, his breath reeking of alcohol and making Sam squirm with disgust. He reached for John to get him away. Bobby just happened to beat him to it.

"Let go of him, dammit!" Bobby spat, jerking John away from Dean and glaring at him. "I'm taking the kids! And when you're sober, you're going to relinquish these kids over to me. If you don't, I'll get the law involved, and I know you don't want that to happen."

With that, he led Sam and Dean towards his truck, tossing their things into the bed before letting them get in. He started the car, and Sam held tightly onto Dean as he stared down John, who watched them leave with a snarl on his face.

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I just want to let you know that I will be a bit slow updating. I'm having family issues and I'm just tired and I can't sleep again and when I do sleep I have nightmares, so, yeah. And by the way, I will be editing What is a Toaster, Angel with a shotgun, and why are you hiding your wings(I went back and read them and I impressed to whoever read it and understood everything with all the words they were missing XD) so hopefully, when I finish, they will be much better.