Yeah, so I kind of just came up with this. And other fic's have not been abandoned. Forgotten, but not abandoned.
"You dirty little cum bucket," John whispered fiercely moving himself roughly in and our of Dean. "How you like that, you faggot?
"Dad, what happened?" Dean asked helping his dad walk into the house without waking Sam. " Are you alright?" He was answered with drunken speech he couldn't decipher.
He helped John stumble his way unsteadily towards the couch, and began to take off his shoes so his father could get to bed when he felt a hand on his bare back.
"D'you know ya look like your mother, Dean? Did ya?" John asked. "Can you do me a favor, Dean, with that pretty little face o' yours?"
In the morning John never apologized to his son, his loyal soldier, he just woke up and moved on.
"Keep me from going to Ruby, Dean," Sam whispered into his ear. "Give me what dad had."
At that he knew he had lost.
"Fine. . ."
Oh God, who hadn't used him in the leftover pieces of what was his family?
X: John Winchester
X: Sam Winchester
X: Grandpa Sam
How the last one happened he wasn't even sure how that one had happened seeing as how he hated the man with a passion rivaling the Devil who was still trying to get Sam to say yes to his offer even after all this time.
It hadn't taken long for his long repressed teen thoughts to dominate his adult mind in his mid-20s that these "people," his supposed family didn't care for him. Good Lord, he wasn't anything to them. Sam was who they had hopes for, who would be destined for the greater future save whether it was evil or good.
He had given up all of his hidden wants for the people he thought loved him.
And all for nothing, apparently.
They left him.
Used him.
Hurt him.
Killed him.
They were good at torture.
He had frown the necessary balls to leave his "family," and drove the Impala towards their home where he had lost his mother, and any chance for a normal family.
Sitting down in his childhood bedroom he cocked his favorite gun, and said a quick prayer to the God he "believed" in, and said goodbye to his mother.
Castiel.
The angel looked towards the glory that was his Heavenly Father. Yes.
I have a job for you.
I really don't know if this will be continued at all. It may seem like it, because I'm an ass, but don't guess, okay? I may disappoint you if I'm not doing it already.