Okey, let me try this another story.

No BETA (again) though hehehehehe

ENJOY and hope you like it.

Summary : In another time by the contract he changed about a whole new life for his son, even before he was born. Not Supernatural though

Warning : Angst. violence, non consensual sexual situations, sex etc - Hurt/Dean – Comfort/Sam- Not SLASH though

FAMILY REGAINED

PROLOG

January 24th 1979 - Lawrence General Hospital

"Oh isn't he adorable?" the nurse leaned over the baby in Mary Winchester arm, "You are beautiful baby boy!'

Big hazel green eyes stared back at her solemnly and then the baby gave a little gurgle.

"Look at him, only a few hours old and he's got his eye on the ladies already, what a charmer."

Mary in smiled in pain. As she knows she wouldn't long lasting having her baby. First child not even belongs to her. She just wants to cry.

"Do you have a name for him ?"

Mary gulped, "Yes, we have, its after my mother Deanna, so we will name him Dean…"

"Wow, that's so sweet, your mother will so happy with that .."

"Yes, she will."

"Well, he's beautiful baby too, must be as beautiful as his grandmother…,"

"Yes, thank you."

"Okey, anyway your husband's here, I'll see you later, and congratulation for the first child."

"Thank you," Mary forced to smile.

As she left, his husband came rushed to the room.

"John…"

"Mary ….," he hugged them tide.

"He's so beautiful, John…, we couldn't give him…," as she leaned over her baby in her husband arms.

"I, know, I'm sorry, but we have signed the contract, Mary …,"

"Stupid contract. You knew what he's gonna become, John…., he's gonna be …,"

John chocked, "Yes, just like me. You're marrying a slave, Mary…, and this is the cost we should pay for us."

"But he's our first…, made by love…"

"We could make another."

"We could run, John," she said desperately.

"We cannot…, he will find us. He has my chip code. He could track me down. We can't run…"

"But John…, he's ours…"

"No, Mary, he's not ours…, he's belongs to him since we sign the contract to get married.

Mary sobbed and cried. "I can't imagine what life he's going through."

"Don't worry, he'll be alright…, I survived."

Mary bit his lips. Couldn't say any word

"Where's the boy …?" an gently but irritating voice jumped them.

A man with nice suit , appeared on their door, and approached them.

"Master ….,"

"Ah…, isn't he beautiful ? I knews he's gonna be beautiful."

John held his breath.

"I presume he is mine," with evilly smile before those new parents.

John gulped. "Yes, Master, he's yours."

"Good," he smiled satisfied. And pulled a small brand iron that had been heated.

Mary watched them in horror, as she knows what he's gonna do to his beautiful baby.

"Relax, Mary, it wouldn't that hurt …," with that he pulled out the baby's arms, and pressed the hot iron onto that little upper wrist. An initial "AZ" was brand there.

The baby cried out of his lungs. Mary pulled him on her chest soothed with cried herself.

"Just marking my property."

John gritted his teeth holding his feeling.

Azazel smiled, "Don't worry, John, I will let your family alone in peace, and I will let you having your second child.

"What you named him?"

John gulped in nervous, "Dean. We named him Dean."

"Good, such a beautiful name for a beautiful boy.

He sighed in happiness. "Alright I'll be back in 10 years to pick him up. Just take care my little boy for me… See you later …,"

Then he was gone, as quietly as he had arrived… and the baby started to cry again.

***SPNSPN***

Ten Years Later

"Gotcha!" the brown haired boy hugged the little boy into his arms and began to tickle him, both of them giggling.

John smiled for a moment as he watched his sons play. It wasn't often he smiled these days. As he knew the time would come at his son's birthday, and that would be tomorrow.

Samuel was giggling more in Dean's arms

"Hey Dean, don't get him too excited – he'll never sleep."

"OK dad…" Dean kissed the little boy on the forehead and put him down, "Go on squirt, bed time!"

"Read story, Dee," his 6 yrs old baby brother leaned on him

"Not another story, Sammy. Oh OK, if you go and let me bath you…" Dean smiled as Sam ran off.

Dean, at ten was more than intelligent, he was beautiful, and in good shape. He had blond hair that was left a little long, curling at the back of his neck and behind his ears. But it was his eyes that transfixed… they were the most amazing thing. The hazel green eyes that sparkled when he laughed and flashed when he got angry.

John could look into Dean's eyes and see his son's every emotion, almost see his soul. And Dean was a good boy too , he never got into trouble, he loved his family dearly and was a pleasure to have around.

Altogether Dean was a beautiful boy on the brink of manhood, and one of the few things John felt he had done right in his life.

John felt as though he was living on borrowed time. He knew he couldn't escape them, he'll be loosing his son.

A few hours later Dean wandered into the living area.

"I think I'll chat to some friends online a bit then go to bed, I'm a bit tired,"

Mary smiled at her son bitterly, he was dressed in shorts and T shirt for bed (he was very modest) and he had a sleepy expression on his face which made him look very young and cute. When he started going out with girls he would be a real heartbreaker but he seemed to be a late starter in that direction.

"OK love"

He came over and kissed her goodnight then did the same to his dad – something he had never grown out of.

John ruffled Dean's soft hair, "Aye champs, good night."

In the early hours John lay awake – he never slept because of the constant worry as the time tickling into 00:01. Yet ironically his worry was less because Mary, after much crying, she asked to leave soon, saving his son. He was now going over the plans for their escape, the sooner the better for his liking, right on Dean's birthday. Tomorrow they would leave.

He was finally falling into a light doze when an almighty crash jarred him awake. Mary clutched hold of him in fear, Sam started crying and he heard Dean get up. Anxious to stop his headstrong son he gently shook Mary off and jumped up himself… He had an awful feeling he knew what the noise was and he didn't want Dean to get into trouble

Dean was on the landing…

"Dad, what the hell…?"

"Get back to bed Dean!"

"But dad… some ones broken in…"

"Dean get into your room! Now!"

Dean bit his lip, his father never spoke to him like that, hurt he slunk back into his room and shut the door.

With an incredibly sick feeling and his heart in his mouth John went downstairs… the front door was hanging off its hinges and stood at the bottom of the stairs were four men, dressed in black, - the `Collectors'!

"Mr. Azazel wants to pick up his boy."

John paled. "He's not him! He's my son!"

"Which you gave him to Mr. Azazel. You signed the contract slave, even before he was born, and you couldn't escape."

John bit his lips, and he knew it.

"Its your choice John, weather I take him in peace or I hurt your boy, well, Mr. Azazel boy, now."

"No, don't hurt him! I'll call him, I call him…!" and climbed the stairs

**SPN**

Dean sat on his bad, trying to calm his hysterical younger brother, he jumped as his father came in.

"Dad whats going on…?"

John gulped as didn't know how to start it.

"Dean…, I want you to go with these men….."

Dean confused. "Who these men?"

"I'm here to collect you, boy…, you parents has signed the contract to give you to Mr. Azazel, right on your birthday. You are 10 years, today, I believe." The men showed behind his father.

Dean nodded.

"Look at your wrist. Its Mr. Azazel brand. You belong to him even before you were born, boy."

Dean paled and looked his wrist. Its not lying , It "AZ"

"But you said it's a birthd-sign, dad ?"

"Of course it a birth-sign , from Mr. Azazel. You are His property, His slave.."

"Slave ? What slave …?" he heard little about slave from what he read on the book.

"You will know it later boy. For now you have to come with me."

"For how long ?"

"Could be forever, boy, you would never see you family again."

Dean chocked. "NO WAY ! I'm not leaving my family, I'm not going with you!"

"Well, unfortunately you have to go with me, boy, or you brother will …," as he grabbed his baby brother.

"SAMMY NO! Don't take him, please don't take him…! I'll go with you…, just don't hurt my brother, please…"

John closed his eyes.

"Dean, I'm so sorry, I have, I have to do this, you understand…?"

Dean nodded, the first tears beginning to fall…

"Secure him and we'll be off."

As they tried to force his hands behind him Dean realized they were taking him from his family, his home all he had ever known and he panicked…

"No, please, no…." he fought the men holding him, ignoring the feel of them beating him into submission, or trying to…

"Dean, listen to me…" John went to his son. "I love you, and I'm so sorry, its all my fault, just do as they say and they won't hurt you…" he knew that not true. "And we'll always be thinking of you, and loving you, I had no choice…"

"I know…"

"Now go quietly, God be with you Dean…" He kissed the boy's forehead.

"Where are… you taking him?'

He looked at John, "You know where, Mr. Azazel's slave compound. He'll be prepared to be a good slave. You won't see him again, he's no longer your son."

"He'll always be my son… by blood and memories…"

The man snorted, "Take him to the van and blindfold him, I hope we don't meet again Winchester,"

"So do I, I'll kill you if we do," the ice was in John's voice. He meant every word…

Dean turned in the shattered doorway, he said nothing but his eyes spoke volumes as they met his father's.

John had to turn away, when he looked again they were gone, He sank to his knees, he needed a minute to compose himself… his beautiful golden son had gone to a life of hell.

` I promise I'll take you back, Dean…

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SON!"

Dean could hear the shout, but couldn't bring any joy, if this is the worst birthday he had? Taken away from his family on his birthday. Dean could only cry, as the van's door slammed close hard.

TBC

Sooo, should I continue ? Review please …. ehhheehe