"Luci... Didn't hurt me that bad. I was always drunk and he just... Used me. He didn't brainwash me or starve me... But I still turn into a kid around him again, scared and thinking he'll do it again. I can't even drink vodka anymore cause when I taste it... It's all back."
'Hey little brother, am I invited to the wedding?' Was the first followed by 'Is there gonna be an open bar? Does Dean know what you're like when you drink?' 'You're a little slut when you're drunk lol.' 'God, I remember how you'd beg for my dick.' '"Oh Luci, please give it to me, I can take it".' 'Lol you'd be so eager you didn't even let me use lube.' 'You gonna let me pound you one more time before you're married?'. The last had been sent earlier that day and Sam stared down at the blanket, picking at it.
Dean's fingers tightened on the phone to the point he almost cracked it. "I swear to fucking God... I am going to kill him." He snarled. He tossed the phone onto the pillow and gathered Sam into his arms, hugging him tightly. "I'm so sorry I didn't know, baby... I'm so sorry you were dealing with this alone."
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