Thank you for all of the positive responses from chapter 7…it really helped my process

Thank you for all of the positive responses from chapter 7…it really helped my process. I hope you've enjoyed reading this story as much as I've enjoyed writing it for you. It's nice to disappear into a different world after working for eight hours.

I hope this chapter is as good as the rest of the story. Happy reading, and enjoy tonight's new episode of Supernatural!

As Dean watched Kenny stumble back into the flames, Bobby came running across the yard.

"Are you boys all right?" he said, ripping the tape off Sam's mouth.

"We need to get away from the barn," Sam said, but before he could say why, an explosion decimated the barn, sending Dean and Bobby to the ground.

"What the hell was that?" Dean said as he slowly got to his feet.

"That was your crazy ass friend blowing up a barn, Dean!" Sam tried to stand up, but kept stumbling and falling to his knees. "Do you have any idea what that crazy bastard put me through? I got shot in the leg, the shoulder and the arm, hit with a stun gun several times, and had the crap beaten out of me. Oh, and I almost got burned to death in an old barn!"


"I've been sitting in a pool of my own blood for 14 hours. I really hoped you'd find me sooner than that, Dean. Everything he did, everything—it's all your fault!"

Sam was on the verge of tears. Dean tried to help him up, but Sam took a swing, clipping him in the face. Bobby stepped in.

"You guys wanna keep fighting about this, or can we get Sam to a hospital now before he dies?"

"Just call me an ambulance, Bobby. Right now I don't trust Dean to do anything for me."

"No ambulance. If you're that angry at your brother, I'll take you in my car. But we need to get out of here before the fire department shows up." As he said this, the three of them heard sirens wailing, getting closer to the property. Dean and Bobby both took an arm and together carried Sam to Bobby's car.

As Bobby sped ahead of him with Sam in the backseat, Dean watched the fire trucks in his rearview mirror. They were going to find devastation on that property. He stared at the house, wondering what had gone on in there between Kenny and Sam, what the bastard had done to his brother to make Sam so goddammed angry at him. Finally he pulled away from the curb and sped off to catch up with Bobby.


Bobby was waiting outside the emergency room doors when Dean caught up with them at the hospital.

"Is he all right, Bobby?" asked Dean as he hurriedly walked up to his friend.

"He's going to be fine. They're extracting what's left of the bullets."

Dean leaned up against the concrete wall.

"I can't believe I let this happen, Bobby. More innocent people are dead, all because that bastard wanted revenge on me through Sam."

"Dean, you can't blame yourself for the way Kenny turned out. There's no way you ever could have known that all of this would happen."

"Bobby, he's right up there with Gordon. Kenny was diabolical. He didn't care about anyone or anything, as long as he got the job done. He was ruthless and cruel." He looked down at his feet. "I helped him cover up a lot of death in the six years I was friends with him. I can't believe I was that stupid. That bastard tortured my brother because I was stupid enough to get suckered into that friendship."

Bobby listened intently to his best friend's oldest son. Dean rarely poured out his soul to anyone, especially Bobby, and when he did, it was never easy for him. When his father died, Dean kept his emotions bottled up for so long that Sam had to provoke him to let them out.

"Look, what Kenny did to Sam, and to all of those innocent people was his fault, not yours or Sam's." As the words came out of his mouth, the doors opened and a doctor stepped out.

"Mr. Seaver," she said, stepping toward Bobby "your son is out of the OR. We've extracted all of the bullets, and Sam is going to be just fine."

"Can we see him, doctor?" Dean asked hopefully.

"Of course. Follow me."

Dean and Bobby followed the doctor to Sam's room. He was hooked up to an IV monitor, and his left arm was in a sling. Dean stood in the doorway, hesitating to enter.

"You gonna hit me again?" he asked his brother. There wasn't any response at first, but finally Sam sighed and spoke up.


Dean took a few steps into the hospital room and slid into a chair.

"You have no idea how sorry I am for letting that bastard anywhere near you, Sam. If I had only known—"

"Dude, he was a psychopath. He could have killed me. I spent 14 hours tie-wrapped to a chair, sitting in my own blood. It's not an experience I'd like to remember."

"Sam, I did a lot of really stupid things while I was friends with Kenny, but you have to know, I didn't do them because I wanted to."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Kenny blackmailed and threatened me into helping him cover up a lot of murders. I tried to get away from him, Sammy, but he had pictures of you. He'd been to your dorm room. I was scared that he was going to kill you."

Sam stared at his brother for a moment. It was time to tell him about Brenda.

"He was at Stanford. He got to me, Dean."

"What the hell do you mean?"

A lump formed in Sam's throat. "He came to my dorm room one night. He wanted me to fix him up on a date. He told me you guys were in town on a case, and you were out getting shit faced or something." Sam went on to tell Dean about fixing up Kenny and Brenda, and what the bastard had done to one of Sam's good friends.

"Sam, I had no idea he went to see you, I swear to God. If I had known, I would have never let that happen."

"I know."

"So now what?" Dean asked, getting out of the chair and walking around to his brother's side. "Is this the part where we have an after-school-special moment, and get on with our happy lives?"

"Dude, you can have a moment on your own, but I'm game for moving on, and never coming back."

"As soon as you get your ass out of that hospital bed, we're freakin' out of here," said Dean.


Sam was discharged a few days later. He had regained the ability to stand on his leg, and with Dean's assistance, managed to limp out of the hospital to the Impala. As they settled in to get out of town, Sam turned to his brother.

"Are there any more psychotic friends of yours I should know about before we head off to Cali?"

"Just the hot blond I hooked up with last night."

"Good Lord. Just drive."

"You asked!"

"Can we go please?"



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