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Worthless Chapter Two: Why is this happening to me?

Dean couldn't believe the pain that he was in. The man had violated him. He was so confused, what happened, what did the man do? Why were there so much blood and something else on him? Dean was so scared. What should he do now? Was Sammy ok?

The man got off the bed and threw Dean off of the bed. The man then grabbed him forcefully by the neck and held him up against the wall. "You listen to me boy. While you are here our little deal will keep on. I expect you to be here at ten o'clock every single night. If you aren't then I am going after your brother. You wouldn't want that now, would you?" Dean looked at him shocked. "WOULD YOU?!" The man yelled while he slammed dean a little harder into the wall.

"Yes, sir'" Dean answered. The voice that gave the answer was so weak and defeated. He didn't know whose voice it actually was. The man then threw a sandwich and twenty dollars at Dean. "Eat this then take your money and leave. You are skin and bones."

Dean almost laughed. First this strange man violated him and now he is feeding and paying him? Maybe this was an opportunity for Dean. With the money he would be able to buy food for him and Sammy. Maybe he would even be able to get Sammy a toy!

Dean finished the sandwich, got dressed and took the money and headed for the door. "Remember ten o'clock tomorrow" the man said with a small chuckle. The chuckle sent a chill all the way up Dean's back. Dean told himself to forget about the vending machine and to head back to his room. He needed to make sure that Sammy was ok.

Dean opened the door and was relieved to find that Sammy was still fast asleep and his father was not home yet. He walked up to Sammy to make sure he was truly ok. Sammy was sleeping with a smile on his face. This brought a tear to Dean's eye. This was all so messed up. Why should this have to happen to him? He would do anything for his brother. He would do anything to make sure that Sammy had a smile on his face. He would never want what happened to him to happen to his brother.

Dean felt so dirty. He felt that he needed to just dunk himself into a nice hot bath. The tub wasn't so nice looking so he would have to settle for a nice shower instead. Dean shed his clothing one layer at a time. He was afraid to look at the damage, but he needed to see it. He hopped up on the counter and a sharp pain came from his backside. He can see that when he hopped up onto the counter that there were trails on dried blood going down his legs. He was terrified. Was he that hurt? His father had hurt him bad before but never in that area.

Dean also noticed that there were two predominant purple handprints that were placed around his waist. The rest of the scratches and bruises he knew were from his father. Dean's head was still killing him. He just hoped that the shower would be great for him and that his father would go easy on him tonight. He hoped that he would also be asleep before his father got home.

Dean got into the shower and he let the hot water cascade all the way down his back. It stung when it hit his backside. This would get better, Dean reassured himself. He scrubbed as hard as he could and as he scrubbed hard he couldn't help but just keep crying. He cried and cried. He thought of how things would be if his mom was still alive. He thought of how stupid he was for leaving the hotel room. He thought of how things would be if his father actually loved him. He hoped and he prayed that they would leave the motel tomorrow. He did not want to keep staying here. Eventually after about twenty minutes of bawling his eyes out, Dean was exhausted. He was having trouble standing. It was difficult for his shaky legs to support him. His bottom and hips hurt so badly. His head hurt worse from crying on top of his migraine. Dean got out of the shower and started to dry off. As he was putting on his dad's old ratty t-shirt that he used for pjs he heard the motel room door open. His heart started to race. Who could that be? If it was the man he and Sammy would be in trouble. If it was dad only he would be in trouble. For the first time in a long time he prayed that it was in fact his father that was coming through the door.

He heard a grunt and a cough. It was his father. His dad's groan sounded different than the man's groan. Dean shuddered as he remembered the man's groan in his ear. He wanted to start crying again, but he knew that he shouldn't.

Dean took a deep breath and he opened the door.

"Hello Sir." Dean said as he placed his clothing in the dirty clothes bag. He knew that his dad would not find the blood and the other stuff on his clothing because Dean was the one that did the laundry.

John merely grunted. There was mainly the contact that he got from his father. John took off his combat boots and sunk into the one recliner that was in the room that was facing the TV. Dean could smell the stench of alcohol on his father. Dean went to the kitchen got a glass of water and put it on the small tale next to his dad. He then decided to climb into bed next to Sammy. As soon as his head the pillow, he was asleep.

Dean was awoken by a quick slap on the head. It startled him awake. When he got up fast he screeched in pain as he sat up. His bottom was killing him. He felt as if he was being torn apart from the inside out.

"Get up. I already fed your brother since you decided to sleep in. If I have to do your job again, I will beat you. Understand?" John said as he held Dean by the front of the t-shirt.

Dean swallowed hard, still trying to get past the pain. "Yes sir".

Dean slowly got out of bed and made his way into the kitchen. It was nice to see that his father had bought them cereal and milk. Wait a minute. It was a gallon of milk. Shock overcame Dean. John always bought individual cartons or a pint if they were just passing through. A gallon meant that they were staying here. A gallon meant that they would be left alone while John did what he had to. Dean was still in shock and was shaken out of it by John yelling, "Hey close the damn fridge!"

Dean let the fridge door close. He knew better than to question his father about the milk. If he questioned his father about it then his father would get suspicious. He did not need to know that Dean would be leaving Sammy alone again tonight.

Dean didn't know what to do. The twenty dollars was still in his hiding spot in his brother's backpack. No one would ever check it.

"Deanie! I used the potty this morning! I didn't twet myself or da bed!" Sammy yelled. He was grinning so widely. He was so proud of himself. Dean was proud of him too.

"That's great Sammy!" Dean said as he poured himself a tiny bowl of cereal. The cereal was half the portion of what you were supposed to eat. He did not want the cereal to run out. John bought Sammy's favorite.

Dean started to eat standing up at the counter. There was no way that he would be able to sit down. He ate quietly in his own thoughts while his father took Sammy into his lap and watched some silly cartoon about a pig and her friends. Dean wished that John was like that with him. Dean knew he wasn't worth it.

"Dean today I have to run a few errands. I am taking Sammy with me. We are going to the park today after I get some information from the library. Your orders are to do the laundry and the clean up the room. No one is allowed in here. You are solely responsible for the room. I am giving you just enough quarters to wash and to dry one load." John said without even looking at his son. His eyes were still glued on the TV.

"Yes sir" Dean grumbled. John did not like that. In an icy tone John repeated, "What was that boy?" John's voice could have cut threw a block of wood.

"Yes sir" Dean said more affirmatively.

"The boy has such a fucking attitude. I provide for him and he talks back to me. What a fucking brat." Dean heard John mumble to himself. Dean couldn't help but feel awful. What was wrong with him? Why was he so different? Why did his daddy hate him so much?

Dean watched as john turned off the TV and without a word took Sammy and head out for the errands of the day. Dean then collected all of the dirty dishes and began to wash them. He turned on the TV after washing two bowls because he did not want to be listening to his own thoughts. There was hardly nothing good on TV. Dean was sick of watching all the shows that Sammy made him watch. The news was too scary for him to watch. Then Dean landed on a church service that was being broadcasted on TV. Dean laughed and flipped the channel. Dean knew that there was nothing that was watching over him. How could there be with everything happening to him?

The rest of the day he completed all of the chores that he was supposed to complete and spent the rest of the day lying on the bed. He hurt so much. He knew that he had to go back tonight. The thought of going back to that man made his skin crawl. He was so upset. His father didn't even know all that he was doing in order to keep Sammy safe. Dean didn't expect for his father to ever find out what was going on. What would his father think of him? Being touched and violated by an older man? His father would most definitely blame him.

Dean drifted off into a deep sleep. He was so tired emotionally and physically. He was awakened by the sound of the door opening and Sammy bursting through the door. Dean looked at the clock. It was already seven thirty. That meant that Sammy had to be in bed in half an hour. John just hugged Sammy goodbye looked at Dean and left. Dean knew that he was going to go drink himself senseless as he did every night.

Dean continued with his normal routine of bathing Sammy and putting him to bed. Sammy was quiet almost the whole time. He was exhausted after being out all day without a nap. Dean was grateful because he didn't think that he had the energy to handle Sammy.

Sammy was asleep in Dean's arms as soon as they left the bathroom. Dean slowly put him to bed and then sat down in the recliner and just watched the clock. When it was 9:55 Dean decided to leave the room and go to the man's room. He was shaking so much. He was having trouble breathing. He was walking straight into a nightmare. Dean clenched his fists as he walked. This was all for Sammy.

When Dean got into the room, he noticed that the room smelled interesting. It didn't smell like onions and old pizza like it did the day before. The room smelled nice, like a flower.

"Come in, I have been waiting for you" the man said as he stepped out of the bathroom in just a robe. "Follow me, my darling."

The man then took Dean's hand and dragged him towards the bathroom. This bathroom was different than the bathroom that Dean had in his room. There was a large bathtub in the bathroom that was filled with bubbles and wreaked of that floral scent when he walked in.

"W-what are y-you going to d-do to me?" Dean stuttered as he started to cry.

The man got down on his knees in front of Dean. "Don't cry darling." the man whispered. This only made Dean cry hard. The man then struck him across the face hard and yelled "DON'T CRY." Dean then stopped crying loudly. There were still tears that were escaping his eyes, but he tried his best not to cry anymore.

"I want you to address me as master. You hear me?" The man said as he grabbed Dean's shoulders hard. Dean slowly nodded. He was too afraid to do anything else.

"What was that?" The man said.

"Yes master." Dean replied taking another huge swallow.

"That's better. We are taking a bath today darling. I am going to go into the tub. While I am in the tub I want you to slowly undress in front of me." The men shed his robe and Dean averted his eyes from the naked man's body. He just wanted all of this to be over.

Dean slowly started to undress slowly. He hated how the man moaned after each layer of his clothing was dropped. He felt so vulnerable. How much longer would he have to do this? He was so disgusted he almost threw up. His poor malnourished six year old body was trembling so hard he could barely stand.

"Come closer my darling. Don't you like this lilac bubble bath I made for us?" The man chuckled. Dean shuddered at the chuckle.

"Yes master."

"I thought that you could use it since I was a bit rough yesterday due to all of the excitement" The man said. He then reached out of the tub and lifted Dean up and placed him into the big tub with him. The aroma from the flowers was too much for him. Before Dean knew it the rest of what happened was a blur of pain and shame. Why was this happening to him?

Poor little Dean! Thank you for reading. Until next time!