"Cheer up, Sammy, they weren't worth getting upset over." I stated softly.
"Sorry, but I really thought they could have been our parents." He sniffled.
The lights began to flicker.
"Did the lights just flicker?" Sam asked.
"The building's old, the wiring is bound to be a bit crappy."
Sam suddenly went rigidly still.
"Sam?" I furrowed an eyebrow.
His eyes seemed to be fixed on something.
Turning slowly, my eyes widened at what I saw.
There across the room stood...
My eyes widened.
He began to walk towards us.
Sam let out a terrified whimper as he backed away.
I pushed him behind me before clambering to my feet.
"But...you're dead..." I stated. "You...you died..."
"Oh, I'm still dead." Graham replied with a nod. "But that's one of the perks of being dead." He paused. "Getting the opportunity to deal with unfinished business." He stepped closer once again. "I don't think you realise how long it took me to find you two. I tried every state in the country before I found you. Once I found out what state you were in, it was just a case of tracking you down. The closest I got to a trail was the grocery store. Your fingerprints were on the door. Then a couple of hunters showed up, looking for me. I went to take them out, and what did I find...only Kansas' most pathetic brothers."
"You found us, congrats."
"Yes." He grinned before dissipating.
My eyes widened before I felt a hand around my throat and was pushed back against the wall.
"Dean!" Sam shouted in panic.
"Gah!" I moaned as I struggled due to lack of air as his hand cut off my windpipe.
"This is going to be fun." Graham smiled menacingly before throwing me with ease across the room causing me to collide with the wall and crumple to the floor.
My head was spinning as I saw him walk over.
"We have a lot of time to make up for." He stated.
"Leave him alone!" Sam shouted before running over and swinging the broken lamp from the floor at his head.
Graham deflected the hit with ease before pushing out a hand a pinning Sam back against the wall.
My eyes widened. "Sammy!"
I could see Sam struggling against whatever was holding him to the wall.
"So, where was I?" Graham landed four kicks to my stomach.
"Gah!" I moaned as his kicks seemed to be packing much more power than I remembered. Curling into a ball, I could feel a tear trickle down my cheek as the pain increased.
Graham knelt down beside me and fisted a handful of hair. "I've missed this." He smiled before slamming my head against the hard concrete of the floor multiple times.
The black spots in my vision danced as I was struggling to remain conscious.
I could vaguely hear Sam screaming.
Graham produced a knife from his pocket.
I looked up at him with half open eyes.
"It's not a good party until someone's bleeding profusely." Graham grinned. "You see, Dean...I'm gonna' kill you...Nice. And. Slowly. Then I'm gonna' kill your little shit of a brother too. And then we'll be together forever." He smiled. "Imagine the torture you're experiencing now, just a hundred times worse, for infinity. That's what it's gonna' be like." Graham ripped my t shirt so that the skin of my chest was exposed. He saw the bruises and scars. "Oh, are they all me?" He smirked. "Well let's make some more, shall we?" Graham ran the knife across my chest, drawing blood instantly.
"Ahhh!" I screamed.
"You've got some vocal chords on you." He smiled. "Just like I remember. That was always one of the perks."
I heard the sound of the door slamming open before the pain heightened as I felt something pierce into my stomach.
My eyelids began to flicker as I fought to hold onto consciousness. Sammy needed me.
I could faintly hear the sound of shots firing and shouting before the feeling of someone's hands on my face.
"Dean!" The person shouted. "Dean!" The person began to shake me.
Through, glazed eyes, unfocused eyes I could see her long, golden hair.
"Mom?" My weak voice croaked before I moaned in pain and fresh tears rolled down my cheeks.
"Dean, can you hear me?..." She asked, in a panicked tone.
I could feel my eyes closing.
"Dean...Dean..." She began to shake me. "No...no...no...stay awake."
I could hear Sam screaming my name before the darkness consumed me.
"Dean!" I heard Sam shouting after I had burnt the poltergeist's flask. Turning, I saw Dean lying on the floor, eyes closed. I rushed over.
"He's been stabbed!" Mary stated.
Removing my belt, I tied it tight around the wound to stop the flow of blood.
I called the paramedics before looking back at Sam.
His eyes were dark red with tears and he looked terrified.
I walked over to him.
He glanced up at me with a broken expression.
Bending down, I wrapped my arms around him comfortingly before lifting him up.
Sam wrapped his arms around my neck and buried his head into my neck as he sobbed.
"It's okay, Sam, Dean's gonna' be fine." I reassured.
Sam sniffled before looking back at his brother. "I thought we were safe. Graham was dead."
I furrowed an eyebrow. "Who?"
"He was one of our foster parents." He explained. "He used to hurt Dean and me. He died."
"The man, he hurt you both?" I asked.
Sam nodded. "How could he be back, he was dead?"
The sirens of the ambulance ended our conversation as two paramedics came rushing in.
Sat in the waiting room of the hospital, Mary and I were sat on either side of Sam.
Sam hadn't stopped crying since the whole thing happened, not that I blamed the kid.
"Mr Winchester..." His small voice spoke up.
I looked down at him. "You can call me John."
Sam looked unsure. "When can we see Dean?"
"We have to wait for the doctors to come and get us before we can go and see him, but I'm sure they won't belong, Sam." I smiled, trying to reassure him.
Taking a better look at Sam, for a ten year old, he was small for his age and underweight, like his brother. He had burns on the skin of his hands which I presumed had been a result of the abuse they suffered at a foster home. I couldn't believe that someone would want to hurt the brothers.
"Are you hungry?" Mary asked him.
Sam shook his head.
"You said you were back at the motel sweetie." She continued.
"I'm not eating anything until Dean eats." He stated.
"I'm sure Dean would have something to say about that." Mary smiled, trying to coax Sam into eating something.
"Dean needs food more than I do." Sam explained.
I sighed. That's why Dean was stealing food at the store. He wasn't stealing food for himself, he was stealing it for Sam. How many times had Dean had to steal just so his little brother would have something to eat? And how many times had he gone without because of not having enough food for the two of them?
The door opened as a doctor walked in. "Dean's okay."
Mary and I both let out a sigh in relief.
"He's beginning to come round if you'd like to see him."
We all stood up to follow the doctor before a woman walked into the room.
Sam stiffened slightly.
"Who are you?" I asked, noticing Sam's reaction.
"I'm Laura Kearns from the CPS." She answered.
I turned to Mary. "Why don't you take Sam to see his brother, I'll be through in a minute."
She nodded before smiling at Sam and leaving the room.
"You're from the CPS?" I asked.
"Well maybe you'd like to explain to me why these children have history of being abused by a foster parent that you apparently did checks on and have been living on the streets for the last two years."
"Mr?" She began.
"Well, Mr Winchester, if we had known about the situation, then we obviously would have done something straight away. After all, it is the interest of the children that we put first. Sam and Dean Harris ran away from their last foster homes in the June of 1991. We were unable to find them, despite countless searches that we made state wide."
"Hang on, foster homes?" John queried.
"Yes. Sam and Dean were hard to place. The foster families we contacted were only looking for one child, and those who willingly took in both Sam and Dean, returned them, on average, around a week later. So we had to make a decision about what was best for the brothers. We found a suitable foster family who were looking to adopt Sam."
"You split them up?"
"Their codependency was deemed unhealthy."
"They were abused, of course they're going to be clingy. Dean is protective of Sam because he doesn't want anyone to hurt him again."
"We talked to Dean about it and told him that this was a great chance for Sam. He agreed."
"Did you give him much of a choice?" John scoffed.
"He wanted what was best for Sam too."
"So what about him? Why didn't what was best for Dean come into this? I doubt it was good for either of the boys for them to be split. I'm not surprised they ran away."
"It doesn't matter now, they're safe."
"So what's next for them?" John asked.
"Sam and Dean will be going back to the group home." She stated.
"Do you think they'll ever get fostered?"
The woman sighed. "As brothers...no..." She explained. "Sam has the best chance of fostering or adoption. He's young, which is what most couples are looking for, but even then, with a history of abuse, a codependent relationship with his brother, and a history of running away from previous foster homes, it's not looking good for either of them."
John sighed. These boys didn't deserve this. "So why does no one want to foster, Dean?"
"He is a little temperamental, especially where his little brother is concerned. This if course, like you said, is typical of a child with a lot of responsibility at a young age, and like Sam, has a history of abuse. He gets into a lot of fights, although he always says he didn't start them, he's incredibly stubborn and lacks respect, and he does become violent when he believes Sam to be in danger."
"What you've just described to me there, was just an older brother who loves the younger one." John stated.
"Mr Winchester, have you ever considered fostering?" The woman asked.
"Until today...no." He answered. "Now, definitely."
"Dean, can I talk to you for a second?" Miss Kearns asked.
"It's about your fostering status."
"What about it?"
"Well we have a couple in today who are interested in fostering."
Miss Kearns sighed. "Problem is, Dean, they're only looking to foster Sam."
At that moment, after hearing those words, I felt as if my heart had been ripped from my chest. They couldn't take my little brother away from me. Not Sammy!
"No! I shouted.
"Dean, be reasonable here." Miss Kearns stated. "Your brother has a chance at being fostered. He has a chance at a new life, being happy with some new foster parents."
"He's my brother!" I growled. "You can't split us up!"
"Dean, you have to think of what's best for Sam. I know you want what's best for him."
"This is a great opportunity for Sam." Miss Kearns explained.
I knew I couldn't be stubborn. In truth, I had no chance of being fostered. I was going to be in this place until I was old enough to look after myself and move out. But Sam, Sam had a chance. He could have a loving home, and foster parents who adored him. He could grow up happy. How could I deny him that? And if I did, what sort of older brother would I be?
"I wanna' meet them." I stated, trying to fight the tears that I knew were starting to build.
"Of course." Miss Kearns nodded.
"No!" Sam shouted. "I'm not leaving Dean!"
Sam hadn't took the news well, just as I knew he wouldn't.
"Sam..." I tried.
"No! You can't make me leave him. I'm not leaving my brother."
"Sam, Dean and I agree that this is your best option." Miss Kearns stated.
Sam looked at me with an expression of betrayal.
That nearly killed me.
"Dean..." He began, tears falling now.
I looked up at Miss Kearns and the foster parents. "Could I talk to my brother for a minute?"
They nodded and walked off.
"How could you agree with them? How could you do that?"
"You think I wanted too? You think I want any of this?" My heart wrenched. "I don't want to let you go, but she's right. You know I don't have a chance in hell at being fostered. No one will take both of us, they've tried that, and look what happened. But Sammy, you have a chance. You can get out of here, you can have a life."
"Yeah, but you won't be in it." Sam cried.
"Yes I will..." I nodded, crying now myself. "Of course I will." I sniffled. "Sammy, look at me...look at me."
Sam looked up at me with dark, distraught eyes.
"Stay with them for a week, then if you still want to leave by the end of the week, meet me by the stables of the old farm on the outskirts of town. I'll be there." I nodded. "Okay?"
Sammy nodded. "Okay, De..."
Miss Kearns and the foster parents walked back.
"It's time, boys."
"No!" Sam shook his head before bundling into me and wrapping his arms around my neck as he buried his head against my shoulder as he sobbed.
I was crying now as well as I tightly hugged him, never wanting to let go of him.
Miss Kearns put a hand on Sam's shoulder. "Come on, Sam."
As Sam let go, I felt my heart shatter as I watched my little brother walk off down the corridor with his new foster parents and out the door.
Flickering my eyes open, they felt heavy and I felt groggy.
"Dean!" I heard Sam's happy voice.
Turning my head, I could see him sat on a seat beside Mary.
"Hi, Sammy." I smiled.
"How you doing, sweetie?" Mary asked.
I nodded. "Better."
"That's good. You went through one hell of an ordeal there."
"I've had worse." I stated, but instantly regretted it after seeing Mary's expression. She looked guilty and upset.
"Sorry." I apologised.
"You don't need to apologise, Dean."
"Thanks for looking after Sam." I thanked with a smile.
I then saw John walk in.
He smiled upon noticing me. "You look better, kid."
"Thanks." I smiled back.
Sam crawled up onto the bed.
I shuffled along, wincing in pain slightly but ignoring it as I lifted my arm up and wrapping it around Sam as I pulled him close.
He rested his head against my chest.
"I need to talk to you for a second." John stated to Mary.
She nodded. "We'll be right back."
They walked out the room.
Sam looked up at me. "Do you think they're coming back?"
"If they didn't care about us, Sammy, then they wouldn't have come to find us in that house." I explained.
Sam smiled. "Good. I like them."
-Third Person POV-
Mary and John walked back into the room a few minutes later.
Miss Kearns with them.
Sam and Dean's expressions changed in an instant.
"Miss Kearns..." Dean began. "It's been a while." He sighed, knowing what came next. "We going back to the group home then?"
Sam furrowed an eyebrow. "We're not?"
"Why?" Sam continued.
"Because we've fostered you." John explained.
"You...fostered...us?" Dean asked slowly.
"How did you get sorted out so fast, it takes months normally." Dean asked.
"Well you and Sam were listed as an emergency case and therefore the CPS decided that it was in your best interest if a placement was found for you quickly. They asked Mary and I if we would take you for the week, until everything calms down."
Dean and Sam nodded.
"Thank you, Sir. Ma'am." Dean smiled.
Sam grinned. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." John smiled.