Dean signaled to the bartender for two more beers and appreciatively watched as the woman walked away. Her jeans were just tight enough to give him a show while she busied herself pulling out bottles and bending over to snag another bag of bar snacks.

"Dean will you focus?"

He didn't even bother to turn at his brother's request. Dean has spent half the day researching and interviewing families and wanted a little downtime. Just because Sam thought running full tilt to solve every problem they came across would take away, the pain of Jessica's death didn't mean it would.

"Sam will you ease up?"

"Dean there have been three murders in this town just since we got here and you're—"

"Taking a fucking break. Dad always said."

"You want to quote dad all the time? well Dad would—"

"Have known when to take a break."

Sam had his classic bitchface on and Dean couldn't bring himself to care. He needed some downtime, between Sam's visions, trying to mop up Sam's emotional fallout that was Jessica's death, and dealing with their father's death Dean was spent.

He wanted to yell at Sam but instead, grabbed the bottle the bartender was sliding towards him and slid the other one towards Sam. "Shut up, drink your beer and try not to be a spoilsport. Some of us need to let of a little steam and that waitress is —"

"Married. She's got a wedding ring and I saw her 10th anniversary announcement in the newspaper, plus she's not flirting with you…I'd say happily married."

Dean turned at that. Sam looked smug. "Fuck you Sam."

In the end , Dean wasn't having any success with the woman and Sam's insistence wore him down. So they retreated to the end of the bar and discussed the case. "The only thing we don't know is why Lucy Miller was up at Portage Creek. If—"

"I could tell you why. Always happy to help out…"

Dean snapped his head around at the voice. Only to find a man had crept up on him and joined the conversation. "We don't need your—" Dean started to say, too irritated that the man had somehow snuck up on him to care what information he had.

Sam stopped his irritated diatribe."Don't mind Dean he's had a long day." Dean gritted his teeth and took a swig of his beer, letting Sam go through with the requisite lies about their names .

The man had a stocky build and limp greasy black hair, his name was Billy and it became obvious soon enough that he wasn't there to give his help. Billy, spun a wayward story about the legend of Portage Creek and how the towns kids sometimes dared each other to go there. It didn't matter they already knew the legend, and Billy's explanation still didn't account for why a 17 year old girl had decided to hike alone over 10 miles into the mountains on foot.

The incongruities didn't matter to Billy, he was more concerned with Sam. Apparently, Billy had been out in California near Stanford and knew the haunts near there. Dean wasn't even sure how the man had found out since Sam seemed determined to forget everything about his life over the past years except Jessica, and yet here he was spilling his guts to Billy.

Something about Billy rubbed Dean the wrong way, but he kept it too himself. At least Sam was socializing and not fixated on hunting down and killing Azazel and every other monster they could find.

"Bring another drink for my friends here. Make it double for Sam he needs to loosen up." Dean nearly choked on his liquor at what happened next. As the drinks came Billy slipped a hand on Sam's thigh and none to subtly leaned closer. "You work out a lot?"

"Uh—yeah—some. I—"

Dean nearly snorted as he got confirmation. He had suspected Billy was playing for the other team but here was proof. The Information had just been a ploy to get closer to Sam. Dean considered jumping in but Sam was a big boy and could take care of himself, plus Dean was laughing internally as Sam became more and more flustered.

"If your thighs this hard, I'll bet the rest of you is feels even better." He slipped his hand higher edging towards Sam's groin and Sam jerked away from the touch like he had been burned. "Maybe later we'll go back to my place and have a little fun?"

Sam's face was bright red, but at this new development he made a choking noise and spat a mouthful of liquor out on the bar counter. He was still sputtering as he managed to get out. "Yeah, you know what—Billy—I'm sure you're a great guy but I'm not interested and—"

Billy laughed, slapping Sam on the back. "Playing hard to get kid huh?" He stood up. "I'll be back, gotta take a leak. "

Billy walked away, and judging by the stiff legged gait and the bulge in his Jeans Dean was more than sure just what Billy was going to take care of and it wasn't a full bladder.

Once Billy had disappeared to the back of the bar , Dean started laughing. "Looks like you've got an admirer Sam." He added still chuckling. "Didn't know my little brother swung that way."

"Shut up." Sam took a large swig of his beer, and rolled the bottle between his hands for a few moments before answering. "He's just-Jessica had some gay friends—I don't care about that. He's just—"

"Weird." Dean finished it for him. "Apparently he senses your weird, geek boy and thinks your mutual weirdness would mesh well together." Dean chortled.

"Bite me Dean."

"Sounds like Billy wants to do that for you."

Sam started to retort but never got the chance as Billy dropped back down. Sam cut off Billy's newest round of flirtations with an uncomfortable. "I'm really not interested."

Maybe it was his imagination but Dean thought he saw a flicker of irritation in Billy's eyes before the look was replaced by amused determination. "You're not interested now, or you're saying you're not interested because you're shy?"

Sam pleaded off again, and Billy settled down turning the conversation back to Stanford. Billy seemed to back off but Dean didn't notice the small packet of powder he tipped in Sam's drink. Over the next few minutes Dean watched Sam seemingly turn an about face.

He was laughing a little too loud and Billy's jokes were definitely not that funny. As if that wasn't weird Sam was leaning closer to Billy and allowing the man to do the same to him. "Anybody ever tell you how nice your hair is Sam, so light and shiny."

"Yeah, I've heard that." Sam's voice was somewhat slurred and Dean found that odd because while he considered Sam to be a lightweight he had only a beer or two. Sam's face fell as he looked like some harsh memory had crossed his mind. "Jess…she…used to say that."

Things were getting creepier by the minute because now Sam face had twisted into the expression that Dean had known since he was four years old. Sam was about to cry. Drunkenness aside Sam wouldn't be crying in the middle of a bar while practically leaning on some creepy weird guy. Billy moved closer sweeping Sam's hair back from where it was fallen into his face and leaning closer so his lips were barely an inch from Sam's neck. "Don't you cry, Sammy boy. I'll make you feel so good you'll forget all about her."

He punctuated his words with slipping his hand down from Sam's elbow and towards his groin. Billy's hand found his destination and gave a squeeze.

"I'm—"

Billy cut his words off by abruptly forcing Sam's lips against his own and moving his hand from the outside of Sam's clothes to down the waistband of his jeans.

Dean was confused and a little worried now. It wasn't his place to judge if Sam wanted to be with a guy but all his alarm were ringing now. Sam had protested multiple times before he started acting weird and even now he obviously didn't want Billy's attention but Sam wasn't doing more than weakly resisting as the man practically fondled him.

"Be a good little boy for Billy." Sam mumbled something and Billy laughed. "'Billy always rewards his good boys."

Dean had heard enough. It was clear Billy was more than a guy looking for a lay. He obviously thought Sam was young and judging by what the man was saying Dean was more than willing to bet Billy didn't care just how young the boys he had fun with were. He knew the type, in fact he had become intimately familiar with them over the years of barely 20 dollars for a few weeks of food and a hungry little brother.

He wanted to punch Billy but he settled for grabbing the man's wrist as he groped farther down Sam's jeans eliciting a groan from Sam…Dean didn't want to think if it was from pain or something else. "Leave him alone you asshole."

"Stay out of this, your friend knows what he wants."

"Get your fucking hands off." Dean wrenched Billy's hands away. Sam was listing to the side now, looking confused.

"S'—stop -'ighting" Sam slurred.

"Listen to him, and get your fucking hands off me."

Dean didn't answer. Instead, he swung on Billy, unfortunately the blow went awry as Sam flopped forward.

Sam was trying to say something. "D'n I—I"

Dean couldn't answer because his punch had landed in the face of another bar patron and Billy had taken advantage of the commotion to land his own blow. Blood was trickling from Dean's nose and an irate man was currently cursing him out for spilling his drinks.

The whole thing turned into a bar fight that ended with half the bar in shambles .

Dean ignored the blood smeared across his face and the faint trickle he could feel in the back of his throat. He had something more important to worry about, Billy was gone…and Sam was too. After a quick check of the bathrooms, and the back rooms Dean was even more freaked out.

Billy obviously hadn't wanted Sam for anything good and Sam wasn't in any state to fight him off. He rushed out the bar, ignoring the threat that the bartender was calling the cops if he came back. The street was deserted outside and Dean was ready to rip his hair out.

He forced himself to slow down and think. Billy wasn't local and Sam even with being drugged was still a 6'4" giant. Dragging him into a car would have been a big undertaking, and yet Billy had been talking about going back to his place. Dean hesitated wondering should he get the impala and search or look nearby. The decision was taking from him. He heard a moan faintly in the distance and even if the words were incoherent he would recognize until the day he died Sam's voice. His brother sounded scared and confused.

Dean thought about calling out to Sam, but if he did, he would alert Billy and who knew what the man would do then. If he was near a car he might get Sam into it before Dean had a chance to get to them.

He took off running and found himself at the beginning of a dark alley. Sam was on his knees and Billy was standing in front of him, his jeans open. Dean nearly gagged at the scene. It was one he recognized well, these kind of pervs always liked these places, somewhere hidden and dirty where they could get what they wanted and walk away.

"You boys aren't reporters. Unless it's for your high school newspaper, you can't be no more than eighteen, if that. " Billy gripped Sam's hair holding him in place so his head was tipped back and Sam's mouth was at the right angle as Billy pushed in and out. "Shouldn't lie with that dirty little mouth of yours."

Sam sounded like he was gagging and Dean didn't blame him. His own mouth was dry with the memory of what Sam was experiencing. It was a memory he knew well, entering poker and pool games as a young kid had been next to impossible but some other things were sickeningly easy.

"Don't bite down, or I'll slit your throat." Billy moved his hips more forcefully, thrusting, panting. He groaned and Sam gave a muffled whimper. Billy brought his other hand to Sam's cheek in a sick version of a caress "We'll finish up here and then test drive that pretty little ass of yours." Billy grunted as he said that, shuddering as his body reached its peak and Dean lost it. Billy was already pulling away. He turned at that moment and saw Dean.

"Fuck—"

That was all he got out. Dean unleashed all his anger. It was for what had happened to Sam ,for all that Billy had done and for all the Billy's that Dean himself had been forced to endure. By the end Billy was lying bloodied in the alleyway and Dean didn't care to check and see if the man was breathing. He was still partly undressed and lying too still but Dean didn't care.

He kneeled down next to Sam. Sam was mostly out of it. His eyes were half lidded, he had slumped back against the alley wall and his skin was slick with sweat

"D'n?" Sam mumbled, his eyes trying and failing to focus. He brought a hand up to his mouth as something sticky and white dribbled out. Dean wanted to throw up. Instead he used he took off his outer shirt and used it to wipe the mess off Sam's face and clothes, as he choked it up.

Sam was undressed too. His jeans open and partly tugged down, his genitals hanging out. Dean fixed Sam's clothes with trembling fingers and trying not to think about what Billy might have done before he settled down to business. He forced his voice to be calm as he practically dragged his brother upright. It was a long trip to the impala with Sam barely walking on his own and Dean supporting his weight, but somehow they made it.

Dean turned on the engine and looked at Sam who had passed out in the passenger seat. He didn't know how much of this Sam would remember when he woke up and but he knew when the drugs wore off it wouldn't be good.