A/N: I was just reading stories that deal with Dean getting abused, and then I was thinking how most of the children in foster care get abused, and I decided to put Dean into foster care and this is the outcome. So, please read and review!
"No daddy! Daddy, don't hit mommy again!" came the cries of a little 4-year-old kid. The burly man, standing in front of him, over his mom who was crying rivers, staring at him. He could smell the liquor from the bottle that was thrown across the room, that had barely missed his mommy's head. He could hear his mommy quietly pleading with him to go back to bed, she'll be there to tuck him in. He couldn't get his little legs to move. "Shut up you stupid bitch!" he yelled, slapping her across her face.
She cringed in fear as he turned to look at the 4-year-old. He was full of fear, watching the burly man walk towards him, and then bend down in front of him. "You know daddy loves you right?" he asked. The little boy nodded his head. "Good boy. Why don't you go back to bed and mommy will be in there to tuck you in. Okay?" the little boy nodded and backed away slowly, closing the door behind him. He sat in the closet, closing his ears against the noises. Daddy slapping mommy, mommy falling through the table. And then, silence.
And then, BOOM! That sounded like a gunshot. It made him jump. He didn't want to get out of the room, didn't want to leave the safety of the closet. He curled into a ball, and laid down, sitting in his own silence. He didn't hear the cops breaking down the door. Didn't hear the cops coming up the stairs. Didn't even hear them come over and pick him up, reassuring that everything was alright. He hid his face in the nice officer's shoulder, until he caught a glimpse of it: His mom and dad laying on the ground, the gun laying beside them both. He shot himself.
He felt relief, but, also fear, and for the first time, he started crying. The nice cop, carried him to an Impala and set him on the hood of the car. "Hey kid. You're okay now, okay?" the cop asked, handing the 4-year-old his badge. The badge read 'Dean Weathers'. He felt a hand brush through his hair, and he felt safe. A taller man walked out of the house, and walk over to the car. "How's the kid?" the big, taller cop asked. The cop named Dean looked at the taller cop. "Scared shitless. Did you get anything from the EMF?" he asked. The taller cop shook his head and went to the front door. Dean picked him up and set him in the back seat.
"You hungry little dude?" he asked.
The little boy nodded and looked back at the badge. Dean looked at the taller man and nodded. "You willin' to pay for dinner Sammy?" he asked. The cop named 'Sammy' scoffed. "Dea- what happened to all of your money?" he asked. Dean shrugged. "Lost it all somewhere in Vegas. You know with the Wilson twins." he raised his eyebrows and wore a cocky grin. Sammy turned around and looked at the little boy.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Doesn't matter. We're not keeping him." Dean said, hitting his turn signal.
"Dean, come on. You know what happens in those foster homes."
"Actually, I don't." he said.
Sam gave him 'The Look', the puppy-dog pout, and Dean sighed. "Come on. Tell us your name. We're not going to hurt you." Sammy said. The little boy looked at the two and swallowed. "A-Austin." he said, quietly. Dean smiled. "Austin. I like that name. Austin's my favorite dude on Days Of Our Lives." Dean said, looking in the rear-view mirror. Sam looked at him, disbelief in his eyes.
"You watch soap operas?" he asked.
Dean looked at him and cleared his throat. He immediately changed the subject. "How old are you?" he asked, turning a corner. Austin began to become calm again. Talking with Sammy and Dean was making him relaxed. "4. I turn 5 in two weeks though." he said, smiling, proud of himself. Dean looked at Sam and then brought his eyes back to the road. Austin reminded him of himself. All young and innocent, and he had been thinking no kid should ever go through watching his mom get beat up, when he heard the squeal of tires and he broke his daze just in time to pull away from getting into a wreck.
"Holy shit Dean! You could've k- I mean, crashed."
Dean looked at Sam, giving him a look of Don't-start-with-me. Sam saw that look and looked back out the window, as Austin fell asleep. Dean could let his mind wander now. Back to those days when he was in a foster home.
'Come here boy!' came the screams as 6-year-old Dean ran into the hall closet, his foster father chasing him up the steps until he reached the top of the stairs where Dean had disappeared. He had cuddled in the midst of the jackets, and the shoes, closing his eyes. He missed his real daddy. He missed Sammy. He could hear him getting closer, and closer until he heard his foster mom protecting him, telling her husband that he had run to bed. He let out a sigh of relief and listened as the kicking started.
He could hear her pleading. He could hear the fight in her, dragging her down the stairs now. 'No! Jesse don't do this!' she had called out. Dean just wanted to be brave and jump out of the closet, but, he just huddled in the closet, in the corner, his eyes filled with fear as he saw the door open. There stood his foster brother who pulled him up and pulled him into the bathroom. Sniffling, and on the verge of tears Dean was sat on the toilet, and began getting his wounds cleaned.
Dean had woken from his daze and looked down, sighing, not wanting to tell Sammy about the abuse. Just better to leave it at that. He wiped his eyes and looked over at a sleeping Sam and Austin. Good. He didn't have to explain why he was dazing out. "Well, Sammy, I'm hoping you had a little bit more luck with your foster family than I did." he said, whispering to himself.
A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed this story! I was sorta full of inspiration. And if you guys are new to reading my stories: I never let my major plots show until it actually starts getting good. So, towards the end of this story, you'll know the name of the foster brother, mother, and father of Sam and of Dean {who abused him}... Hope you guys leave me reviews! I absolutely love them!