Save Me

 

 

Disclaimer: I do not own supernatural

 

Warnings: See first chapter

 

AN: Thanks to all my reviewers for your interest and some very useful tips

 

 

Chapter 4

 

At 21 years old Sam knew he'd never be free, as he carefully got out of the shower he turned to look at himself and grimaced he hated how ugly he was Dean had told him so enough times that the belief was now an old one.

 

Sam stood about 5ft 8 without shoes, pale alabaster skin, with brown shaggy hair that reached his shoulders and doeful hazel eyes, well that's what he would have looked like without all the bruises and lacerations to his face and body. Sam was also so skinny and malnourished that you could count all his ribs and vertebra, and sickeningly you could also see all the brakes and fractures through his skin.

 

Though Sam would never dare to say so out loud he thought it was Dean's fault that he was so short, Sam had studied the affect that malnutrition had on the physique especially the consequences in a still developing body.

 

I'm weak and ugly he thought Dean is tall 6ft 1 and built like a linebacker, feeling his gore rise Sam turned away from the mirror. As Sam struggled to get dressed he despaired God I’m never going to make it to the diner like this it's like a mile away and Dean's not going to let me touch his car.

 

“Hurry up slut,” Dean yelled from the other room, he watched as Sam came stumbling out of the bathroom on shaking legs.

 

“Well,” he said, “ since you decided to take your sweet time I want you to be back here in fifteen minutes. There is no way I can make it there in time. Sam looked up from the floor

 

B-But I-I C- Ahhhh! Sam screamed and fell to the floor as Dean hit him in his already broken ribs. In the flickering blackness of his vision he saw Dean watching him without pity

 

“Fifteen minutes no more wake me when you get back here, oh and Sam one more thing if you're late you will spend the rest of the day without food tied to the bed. Sam managed to once again get to his feet and gasped out a Y-Yes sir, picked up the money from the bed and went out the door.

Half a mile later Sam was trying to go faster despite his injuries. He was hungry and didn't want to be tied to the bed again, then Sam's day went from bad to worst he tripped over his own feet and went sprawling. Sam was hyperventilating he couldn't breathe he panicked trying to suck in deep breaths in spite of the pain he just couldn't get enough air, so for the second time in as many hours he blacked out.

 

Should I leave it here? Naw y’all might shoot me.

 

 

Just across the street 28 Year old Gabriel Burke sitting on his front porch and drinking his morning coffee, he watched as a bruised and battered looking young man limped down the road, he nearly dropped the cup on his lap when he saw the young man fall and didn’t get up.

 

Gabriel quickly rushed over to the fallen youth and bit back a startled gasp, he had to call an ambulance, his face, neck , and arms were so deeply bruised you could barely see a normal patch of skin. Gabriel bent down to check his pulse and was relieved to feel a steady heartbeat, he got out his cell and dialed 911, he waited and when the paramedics got there five minutes later he told them everything hr could which wasn’t much.

As the Emt's started checking Sam out Gabriel watched as they removed the mans shirt and this time he did gasp it looked like the man a little more than a boy had been tortured. Cuts and bruises stood out on his skinny torso but what was worse you could see broken ribs pressing against his bruised skin.

 

“Holy shit,” a paramedic exclaimed “he's burning up.” Gabriel was sickened what the hell had happened to this kid. As an Emt felt felt Sam for more breaks nearly giving everyone there a heart attack he sat bolt upright. Gabriel jumped as he looked straight in cloudy, wide, and panicked hazel eyes.

 

“P-Please D-Dean ,” he begged, I'm S-S-Sorry don't H-Hurt me anymore.” Gabriel stared at the panicked youth who was looking at him and begging not to be hit, his heart clinched with sorrow while also filling with wrath for the man named

Dean.

 

“Answer him Man,” a blond short and slightly stocky Paramedic said undertone to Gabriel “just play along he has to calm down.” Sam looked at Dean who was standing over him confused, he didn't know what was going on what did he do now to make his brother angry enough to put him in this much pain,When he heard Dean tell him that everything was going to be ok he wouldn't hurt him anymore and to just rest, he was still confused but didn't question him. Sam smiled he had been waiting for years for Dean to say that.

 

“Ok big brother I won't make you mad anymore then you won't have to hurt me , I'll be your Sam again. If Sam wasn't hallucinating he would have fallen over in shock his voice had came out without one stutter.

As the paramedics loaded a once again dead to the world Sam into the ambulance Gabriel's mind went into overdrive. So his name is Sam and his brother this Dean beats the crap out of him on a regular basis, Gabriel growled low in his throat as the ambulance took off towards the county hospital if I ever get my hands on this monster that abuses his own flesh and blood I'll gladly teach him what I learned in Iraq.

 

AN: There you go my longest chapter yet, in my next chapter Sam and Gabriel officially meet Yay! Please give me more reviews and tips I need them. thankschapter 4