A/N: I'm so sorry that I've taken to long to update. RL has been busy and my muse as been a little wonky lately.

It was one of the best days of his life for Sam. A heavy snow fall the night before had blanketed the town that they were staying in. Practically everything was closed, including the school Sam and Dean were attending and the garage John was working at. If that wasn't enough, Sam's favorite movie, the Goonies, was airing. Curled up on the sofa, next to his dad and Dean, Sam was having a blast, even if his brother was throwing popcorn at him. Life doesn't get any better than this, he thought.

"Sam, which one do you think is hotter Andy or Stef? Because sure Kerri Green is smokin' but underneath the glasses, Martha Plimpton's probably got it goin' on."

Sam gave a groan. "Is that all you think ever about, Dean?"

"No, sometimes I wonder why Brand is wearing shorts over his sweatpants. I mean what is the point of covering up with sweatpants and then putting on shorts."

"Maybe that's what they did in the olden days," replied Sam. "Is that how you used to dress, Dad?"

"Sam, this movie isn't nearly as old as Dad," said Dean with a snicker. "Dad probably wore bell bottoms and platform shoes."

The thought of their dad in bell bottoms and platform shoes had the brothers cracking up.

"I've have you know I never dressed like that," said John trying and failing to sound stern.

"Oh, yeah, what did you wear?" asked Sam through his laughter.

"Baby boy, you are so good. So so good."

"No, not here," whispered Sam. He turned to his left and instead of seeing his dad, he saw Craig's smiling face. His family's old apartment morphed into room 6 of the Moonlight Motel. No, he wasn't supposed to be here. He was safe here. Dean said he was safe here.

After hours spent keeping watch over his brother, Dean started drifted off, only to be brought back by noises coming from his brother. He sat up to find Sam thrashing in his sleep. To Dean, it looked like his brother was fighting off an unseen attacker.

"No! Stop!" Sam's hands started moving as he if he was fighting off his rapist.

"Sammy, it's okay." Gently, Dean grasped Sam's arms before he could hit something and hurt himself.

Struggling against his brother's hold, Sam started coming around. He blinked his eyes open and and the sight of Dean he stopped his struggling.

"Hey, Sammy." Dean kept his voice soft so Sam wouldn't be frightened.

"Dean?" Sam's voiced sounded scratchy and hoarse.

Grabbing a cup off the table next Sam's bed, Dean poured some ice water into it. "Here Sammy, take a sip."

Sam's throat was so dry and he greedily drank the water, stopping only when Dean pulled the glass way so that Sam wouldn't choke. Looking around the room, Sam took in his surroundings and realized he was in hospital room. Despite the fact that he had been a sleep for several hours or maybe because of it, Sam mind was a little muddled and he scrunched his face in confusion. "How'd I get here?"

"You called me, Sam and I got the phone company to track you down."

Suddenly, it all came back to Sam. The motel room, being handcuffed to the bed, Craig raping him. "Oh God!"

Seeing Sam's breathing beginning to speed up had Dean fearing that his brother would have a panic attack. Speaking in a soft voice, Dean murmured reassurances as he rubbed hand up and down Sam's back. After a few intense moments, Sam began to calm down.

"Sammy, I'm just gonna call the doctor," said Dean as he pressed the call button.

Sam looked positively frightened when Dr. Spellman walked into the room. Grasping the blanket, he pulled it all the way up to his chin.

"Sammy, don't be scared. It's just Dr. Spellman," said Dean. "He's been taking care of you."

"Sam, it's nice to see you awake," said Dr. Spellman speaking softly as he cautiously approached Sam's bed so as not to frighten the young man anymore than he already was. "How are you feeling?"

Instead of responding, Sam just curled in on himself.

"Sammy, it's okay. Dr. Spellman is one of the good guys," said Dean.

Getting no response from his brother, Dean leaned in closer. "Sam, it's okay. You're safe here. Can you let the doctor take a look at you?"

Sam had a look of pure terror one his face and he shook his head. "No, please, no."

Dean's heart broke at the sound of fear in Sam's voice. "Sammy, you know I wouldn't let anyone near if I didn't think they were okay, right?"

Sam gave a small nod.

"Then, please, let Dr. Spellman take a look at you." Dean picked up Sam's hand in his. "I'll be here the whole time."

Sam wrapped his fingers around Dean's hand and squeezed tight. Tears fell down his face and he had to bite his lips to keep from screaming. It wasn't that Dr. Spellman wasn't being gentle because he was, it just that it was reminder of what Craig had done to him. By the time the doctor was finished, Sam was so exhausted by his fear that he had begun drifting off. Once Sam's breathing had begun to even out and his eyes had closed, Dean safe to leave his brother side for a moment to talk with the doctor who was waiting right outside the room.

"So, how is he?" asked Dean.

"A couple spots look a little red around the sutures," replied Dr. Spellman. "I'm gonna have the nurse check on them in an hour to see if they have gotten any worse."

"Can it be Hedda?" asked Dean. He had taken a liking to the nurse who had been kind to him while he was waiting for Sam's examination to finish. If anyone besides Dr. Spellman would be touching Sam then he wanted it to be Hedda.

"Sure." Dr. Spellman glanced at his watch. "Her shift starts in a hour. I'll be in a meeting by then so I'll leave a message at the desk that she's to check on Sam."

"Thank you."

Dr. Spellman gave a nod and turned to leave.

"Hey, Doc?"

"Yes."

"Would it be okay if I got Sam some sweatpants to wear? You know, instead of the gown he's wearing now." Dean felt Sam would be more comfortable if he was able to cover himself up more, but he didn't know if sweatpants would be good for his brother's sore backside.

"Fleece sweatpants would be fine or flannel pajama bottoms," replied the doctor. "There's a Target across the street. I think you'll be able to find what you need there."

Going back into Sam's room to find his brother in a seemingly peaceful sleep, Dean decided to take a quick trip to to Target. Since he only needed a couple of things, Dean figured he had time to get back before Sam woke up. Little did he know, Dean would end up regretting that he left.

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The tall male nurse placed his stethoscope around his his neck and closed the door to his locker. Stepping out of the nurses lounge, the dark-haired man headed for the nurses station.

"Hey, Oscar, what are you doing here?" asked the desk clerk on duty that night, a heavyset man named Jerry.

"Hedda had a family emergency, so I'm covering for her," replied Oscar. "How is the floor looking tonight?"

"It's been kinda slow. Dr. Spellman just finished his rounds." Jerry pointed to a small stack of charts lying on the the desk. "He left a couple of instructions for Hedda, but since you're covering her shift, I guess they're for you now."

Oscar picked up the first chart in the pile, which happened to be Sam's, opened it up to the page flagged with a red sticky note.

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What supposed to be a quick and easy trip to Target for Dean turned out to be anything, but quick and easy. He had located the men's clothing section and found a couple of pairs of flannel pajamas that looked like they would fit Sam. Then he found some fleece pants and topped it off with a couple of long-sleeved t-shirts. Glancing at his watch, Dean figured he'd have enough time to grab some snacks so he wouldn't have to keep hitting up the vending machine. He didn't know how long Sam was going to be in the hospital and he didn't want to blow all of his cash buying stale chips at the hospital.

In less than twenty-five minutes, Dean had everything he needed and proceeded to the checkout. There was only two registers that were open so Dean got into the shortest line. It was then that everything went downhill. The lady in front of Dean, who looked to be about eighty-five, was buying a five pack of pantyhose and had to pull each pair out and inspect them for runs. Dean gave a groan and looked over at the other line. The light over the register was flashing which meant that line wasn't moving either. After what felt like an eternity, pantyhose lady, as Dean named her in his mind, was satisfied with her stockings and paid for them. Then when Dean thought he was finally about to be rung up, a shift change happened and he had to wait for the register to be changed out. When the new cashier decided to individually fold the articles of clothing before bagging them is when Dean snapped. Grabbing them out of her hands he shoved them into a bag and tossed it into his cart. By the time he was finished in the store, an hour has passed and Dean prayed that Sam still asleep as he didn't want his brother to wake up alone.

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Oscar walked in the room to find the patient still asleep. He had read over Sam's chart to familiarize himself with what the young man was being treated for. He couldn't believe there had been another rape. When are the police going to do their job in this town? Normally, Oscar had the utmost respect for people in law enforcement, but right now he was disgusted with the attitude they were taking over the rapes, especially Jack Davis'. Since HIPAA regulations prohibited him from talking about the rapes, the most he could do was warn his male friends to be careful when they were out late which was what he did.

Not wanting to scare his patient should he wake up while his sutures were being checked, Oscar gave Sam a gentle shake. "Mr Young?"

Feeling a slight tug on his shoulder pulled Sam from his slumber. Slowly, he blinked his eyes and looked around the room for Dean. Fear started gripping him when he realized his brother wasn't there.

"Mr. Young, I just need to check your sutures and then you can go back to sleep," said Oscar.

Sam panicked when the nurse started to pull the blanket off of him. "No! Stop!"

Seeing his patient's obvious distress, Oscar dropped the blanket and took a step back. It was important that he check the sutures, but he didn't want to upset the young man anymore then he was. Unfortunately, it was too late for that.

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Cursing himself for taking so long at the store, Dean hurried fast as he could to get back to Sam's room. Walking into his brother's room, Dean found a man he didn't know standing over Sam who looked to be in the beginning stages of a panic attack.

"Hey, you, get away from my brother!" growled Dean as he raced to his brother's side.

"D-Dean," gasped out Sam.

More to Come

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