WARNING! I do not own supernatural. This will be a really dark fic. Before you read any farther, here are some warnings. Torture/Abuse, Rape, Suicidal tendencies.

This is not a wincest, so if you don't lke it then you no longer have to worry. I do not like John, so if you like him and will get offended by any of his asshole-ness just know you have been warned. Anyway, this popped into my head, so read and review, let me know what you think. I'm nervous about this.

Sam sighed. He didn't want to partner up with somebody on this. Especially since Jess, his hunting partner-his lover died. Bobby Singer was threatning to kick his ass though, so Sam agreed. John Winchester…Hmmmm. Bobby said that John and his son needed help on this hunt. People were dying with crosses that were circled on their forehead. They can't figure out why they are dying and who is killing them. Sam sighed again. He probably didn't know anymore than they did about hunting, especially John. Sam's phone rang.

"Hello, this is Sam Singer." Sam said uncomfortably. He adopted Bobby's last name after his parents died when he was three, and Bobby took him in.

"This is John Winchester. I just got into town. What hotel are you staying at?" A deep gravely voice replied.

"Um Lucky Eights. Um. My car is a deep red chevy Corvette." Sam replied, his brow furrowed.

"Okay, I will be in a big black truck and my son," Sam didn't miss the sneer on the word son. "He will be driving a 67 Impala." John replied and clicked the end button.
Sam checked around the hotel room before going outside to wait for them. He brushed his hair out of his face. His hazel green eyes showed much more pain then a 23 year old man should have. As he waited outside he heard a screech. A '67 Chevy Impala screeched into the parking lot. A black truck followed shortly after. A brown, military cut hair bobbed as he clambered out of the car. Sam saw that he was extrmely well built and confident. He had bright green eyes and a slight 5 'o clock shadow. HE looked to be about 21. The man slowly walked towards Sam. Sam straightened and stood stiffly.

"Hm" The man cleared his throat. "I'm Dean. Are you Sam Singer?" Dean asked, holding out his hand.

Sam took it and nodded.

"Bobby sure sent us back up. A freaking sasquatch" Dean said grinning.

Sam smiled. He liked Dean already. All of a sudden a voice came through and Dean barely flinched. Sam noticed it and frowned.

"Dean, you better not be being rude. He is here to help us so back off and leave your comments to yourself." John( Sam assumed) ordered Dean. John looked to be about 43. "Now go get us a two bed hotel room."

Dean winced and muttered yes sir.

"Um…John. It wasn't that big of a deal. He was just trying to break the ice" Sam said to the older man. Sam was going to call Bobby later. Something didn't seem right between John and Dean.

"No, he needs to learn his place. I apologize. I'll meet you back out here in ten minutes and we can get some grub." John said as Dean tossed him a hotel key and went promptly inside. John quickly followed shortly after seeing Sam nod.

Dean kept his eyes lowered on the floor and his back straight. He silently cursed himself. Now his dad was going to punish him for sure. John stalked in angry and quietly shut the door. Dean nervously twitched. Yep, today was going to be a bad day. And night, He added silently to himself.

"You stupid effing idiot. You embarrased me downright. Thank god that your mom isn't here to see you. She probably died because she was already embarrased" John said in an angry whisper. He watched Dean wince and felt himself being powered by it. He took pride in knowing he could control something.

John silently ordered Dean to take off his belt. Dean did it clumsily and brought the leather belt to his teeth and bit down. It was the usual punishment , that or is his dad wanted fun. He then kneeled on the floor and rested his arms and head on the bed. His back was scarred by old and new marks. Dean heard his dad take off his own belt and double it, then triple it. Dean winced. He didn't think what he said was that bad.

"We only have 8 minutes so you get 20. Conider yourself lucky" john said. He grinned when he saw his son close his eyes.

A loud cracking noise filled the silence. Pain spread across his whole back as his dad did it in random places. He grit his teeth and tried to choke back his screams. His eyes were pouring out tears by the time John finished.

When they came back out Sam noticed that John looked calmer. He also noticed that Dean now wore a black shirt with a dark red sweatshirt fit loosely around him. He also noticed Dean was stiff with his back, and how the necklace bounced off his chest because of it.

"Hey, Sam. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude." Dean whispered, not meeting Sam's eyes.

Sam stood there shocked for a minute. What the hell, Sam thought to himself. "It's no big deal Dean, you were just being friendly." Sam said pointedly. He didn't like John at all.

They walked to the Diner across the street. John and Sam talked about the case the way there. Sam tried to get Dean to talk but he wasn't sucessful. The only responses he got out of Dean were "My dad knows it better" or the best one, to make Sam's skin crawl. "I don't do the research. I'm the gy the only does action…When I'm ever needed and it's necessary." John glowed quietly inside listening to Dean give the responses. He knew Dean would follow his orders and did enough where he knew it was true.

By the time they got to the Diner. Sam knew Dean wouldn't say anything unless prompted by his father. Other wise Dean gave a robotic answer. Then they sat down and ordered. Sam got a Crispy chicken salad with cofee. John got a large burger with every possible topping and, a large glass of beer. Dean only ordered a water. Sam asked if he was sure and that he was paying and Dean just nodded his head. Sam sighed for what felt like the millionth time. This was going to be a long case.