Title: Disappointment
Word Count: 1, 076
Summary: "I can just tell you'll be a disappointment." Dean Winchester, living the life of somebody who was already dead on the inside.
Warnings: Slash. Het. Mentions of prostitution. Depression. Language. Maybe some actual sexual content. Other things that I'm not quite aware of yet. Technical slavery?

"Do you ever expect anything out of people that you know they can't give to you?" Melinda, a pretty blonde he met earlier, grimaced. "It's kind of a feeling I get from you." She didn't pay any attention to the confused and slightly offended look that dominated his features. "I can just tell you'll be a disappointment. Not to be rude or anything, you just give off that vibe."

She hummed and pulled out a cigarette from her purse, lighting it and taking a drag. "You probably would be great in bed, probably a great human being in general..." she paused, thinking for a moment. "No, no, there's just something off-putting about you. I don't care to stick around and find out what it is the hard way either." She turned to walk away and the man couldn't move. He wanted to reach out, to stop her and beg her to let him prove that he's a not a disappointment.

He was paralyzed, no matter how much his mind screamed at him to move, his body wouldn't. Her lean legs walked farther and farther away with the misguided judgement that he was somebody who could be overlooked because they were going to fail in life. Suddenly, a surge of anger pounded through his body. He wouldn't be a failure, he was better than that. He would accomplish something in life, make his name known all over the world, and Melinda would look back on this day and regret the fact that she just brushed him off. He was something, he was a success, and he would prove it, even if it took twenty years.

The man turned around and slowly walked away, the two of them going in different directions, probably never to meet up again. He frowned as he walked away, the anger that was previously burning through him, subsiding. Who was he kidding? He wasn't actually anything. He just helped his father save the world on a daily basis. That wasn't anything important. He knew that saving a couple lives didn't make up for the bad grades, the drinking, the smoking, or any of the shit he pulled with his family. Maybe he was a disappointment, his father certainly saw him as one. Everyone must, he decided, everyone probably saw him as that worthless teenage alcoholic who shouldn't even bother coming to school.

He should put it out of his mind though, he watched out for people, protected them when they weren't looking. If that didn't make him sound like a creepy stalker, he didn't know if anything would. It wasn't his fault that he was dealt the shittiest cards on planet earth, that he was forced into this life. Hell, it wasn't fair that his dad had practically stolen his childhood and raised him to be a disappointment. It was life, it was fucking life.

He was just that kid who walked through life not understanding anything they taught in school. He was something else, and that depression that he had been holding down started to come back up, Melinda's words echoing, "I can just tell you'll be a disappointment." He already was. He was a failure and nobody could help him be anything else.

Dean Winchester was living the life of somebody already dead and he didn't expect that to change anytime soon. Once Sammy didn't need him anymore and his dad could forget about him, he would end it. A simple ending for a complicated life. It sounded like a dream, his life felt like a dream. He was a dream.

Dean's legs carried him to his shitty little motel room where his little brother was probably sleeping and his dad wasn't going to be in. He would wallow in self pity for a couple of hours before leaving the room in some revealing clothes to make a couple extra bucks for them to live on. He was worthless and a whore. A disappointment.

Nothing had ever effected him this much. Dean stared at the motel room's door and his breath hitched. He didn't want to live like this anymore. He didn't want to wake up and remind himself that he was just another kid who was probably going to drop out before the end of the year, another kid spreading his legs for money. His mom had always told him that he would be something more, something special. She used to whisper to him at night that the Angels were watching over him, protecting him from the evil in the world. Instead, he was protecting others from evil and nobody was protecting him. Green eyes collected tears and Dean sniffed, trying not to let them fall. Time passed slowly as he thought about entering the room. The shitty motel lights flickered on and off every once in a while and he figured he should go inside. At least for a little while, if only to make sure Sam was in bed and asleep instead of reading under the covers like the nerd he was.

It was reluctantly that he unlocked the door and came face to face with an empty room. No bags were sitting by the table and the beds were made perfectly. Dean paused and looked closer. There was nothing in the room. Nothing. He pulled out his cell and checked to see if he had any missed calls. None. "What the fuck." He whispered, walking further into the room. "Dad? Sam?"

Nobody answered him and Dean felt like a bucket of ice water had been dumped on him. Had they left him? His eyes roved the room as his legs moved, running and searching for anything. A clue to where they had gone, a hint of what he had done to make them angry. When Dean made it to the ramshackle kitchen he almost let the tears fall. His last note telling his dad where he was going hung on the fridge, with a little note beside it.

"Why do I doubt you actually went to see a movie? No. I've told you before Dean, lying doesn't fly in this family. I know where you've been going to whore yourself out. So, I took the liberty of finding a man and selling you to him. You deserve this. He'll be at the motel to pick you up. You go missing and I'll come and kill you myself."

Dean Winchester.

Seventeen-years-old.

Personal whore.

Disappointment.

Property of Harry Potter.

A/N: ..So, I think this cured my writers block. Let me know if you want me to continue with this? My other fics are kind of shot to hell though. Its been a rough couple of months.

Love,

CDFK.

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