Warning for language and themes of rape
After a few minutes Dean realized that he couldn't let Sam and Alice find him like this. He also realized that his stomach wasn't really agreeing with its' "contents". He pulled himself off the floor, wincing at his sore behind, and headed for the bathroom.
He dropped to his knees and leaned over the cracked porcelain of the toilet and tried to expel the contents of his stomach. He dry heaved but, nothing came up. He blindly reached up to the sink grabbing for the toothbrush he knew he had left there. His hand grasped the cool plastic and he shoved it down his throat. He gagged once, twice, before he finally heaved into the toilet.
Dean shakily wiped his mouth as he looked into the toilet. Mixed in with his half-digested lunch was the semen Michael had forced him to swallow. Disgusted, he flushed the evidence away, choking on another sob.
Once that was done he moved back to the main room to retrieve his duffel bag. Out of the corner of his eye Dean noticed the space in between the two beds where the nightstand was had blood dotting the carpet. Grimacing, Dean got down on his hands and knees with a rag and scrubbed it clean. Finally he grabbed his sleep clothes and managed to shuffle his way back into the bathroom. Numbly, he shed himself of his clothes and threw them in the small metal trash can.
With shaky hands, Dean managed to strike one of his matches before he tossed it in the can. He watched, emotionally void, as his clothes burned to ashes. When the flames had burned out Dean finally climbed into the dingy shower. He turned the hot water on full blast not caring it was burning his already sensitive skin. He watched the water turn pink as the blood washed off his thighs. As the last of the evidence washed down the drain Dean, at last, let himself break down. He rested his head against the tile and began to sob.
Once he had worn himself out Dean grabbed one of the washcloths hanging by the shower and soaked it with cheap soap. He roughly scrubbed his skin trying to rid himself of the feeling of Michael's hands on him. Once he had rubbed his skin raw he turned his attention to his throbbing backside.
Tenderly, he spread his legs so he could reach his aching hole. Biting his lip Dean began to scrub as hard as he could. He let out a long hiss trying to ignore the pain. When he couldn't take the pain anymore Dean just sunk to the floor and began to weep again.
The water had long run cold and Dean long worn himself out when he finally heard Sam and Alice return. Shaking his head clear he stood up and turned off the water. He quickly threw on his sleep clothes, wincing in the process, and exited the bathroom.
"How was the movie?" Dean asked hoarsely.
"Eh, it was okay" Sam shrugged "What happened to your voice?"
"My throat hurts. Think I might be catching something" he lied.
"Do you want me to make you some soup?" Alice asked.
"Nah, I'm really tired I think I might just hit the hay"
"That sounds like a good idea, especially after the day we've had" Sam said, smiling.
Dean knew what that meant and made a face.
"Ew, Sam, just ew, you don't share your sex life with your brother" Dean said.
"Oh, so it's okay for you to do it but, not me?" Sam pouted.
"Exactly" Dean stated.
He threw himself on the bed and situated himself on his stomach, trying to fall asleep. Alice looked at him quizzically.
"Are you sure you're alright? You've got a bruise on your face"
"It's from the hunt" Dean said automatically, beginning to panic.
He rolled over and pulled the covers over his head. Alice watched him pouting. Sam wrapped his arms around her waist and nuzzled her neck. She turned around in his grip and threw her arms around her neck. He gave her a quick kiss before letting her go to change.
"I'm worried about him"
"He's fine. He's probably just got a cold" Sam said.
"I think he's lying to us"
"Wouldn't surprise me. Dean's not really a touchy feely kind of person. It's like pulling teeth trying to get a straight answer out of him"
"Still, I'm worried"
"Sweetheart, he'll be fine. When he wants to talk, he'll talk. Let's get to bed its late"
He pulled on his sleep pants before throwing her his shirt. Alice crawled into bed and rested her head on his shoulder. Sam pressed sweet kisses to her lips. She ran her finger through his hair, pondering. Sam held her face gently in his hands, stopping her ministrations.
"I love you" he said.
"I love you too Sammy" she replied giving him one last kiss.
Sam turned off the light and promptly fell asleep. Dean on the other hand was wide awake. As Sam's soft snores began to fill the room Dean found himself tossing and turning. It was almost three in the morning by the time he started to drift off. He let out a soft whimper as the sheets irritated his still sore behind. A soft hand rested on his shoulder causing Dean to let out a small scream.
"Dean, shh, it's me, Alice"
He ran a hand down his face, trying to control his shakes.
"Jesus fucking Christ Alice you scared the shit out of me"
"I heard you whimpering are you okay? I feel like there's something you're not telling me"
"There's nothing wrong Alice, jeez" he said "The sheets are just a little scratchy and they're irritating the bruises from the last hunt"
"Dean I know you're lying and mark my words I will find out"
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