Ever since Dean had lost Sam everything had changed with John. He was drinking more often and leaving the boys alone more. John would be quicker to anger and you could tell by the bruises that cover Dean's chest. Dean was now 13 and even though his Dad had been constantly abusing him since he lost Sammy, He still loves and respects his father with all his heart.

Sam and Dean had began going to school more frequently. Sam was doing well and seemed to like. Dean on the other hand was the opposite. Although he worked his ass off to impress his dad he couldn't do it. Maybe because when he was home he was either parenting his brother or getting his ass kicked by his father. That didn't matter, it was just the way things were and he had no reason to make excuses.

After finishing their first full semester at the same school Dean and Sam got sent home with their first complete report cards.

"Dean!" Sam cheered running from the school towards his brother with a paper in his hand "Look!" Sam exclaimed a grin spread across his face. Dean looked at the paper and saw that Sam had gotten all A's.

"That's awesome Sammy!" Dean thought about his own grades that had been presented to him a couple hours earlier. He had barely passed he had all D's except for a B in Home Ec. He knew the bad grades were his fault and he deserved whatever was coming from his father at home.

When John walked into the motel that evening Sam was showing him his report card before he was even completely through the door.

"Good Job, Sammy" John smiled. "Dean do you have something to show me?"

"Yes, sir" Dean replied "Sammy do you want to go to your room?" Dean said calmly handing John his report card. Sam walked of to his room to do his homework.

"What the hell is this?" John said when he saw the horrid grades that Dean had presented.

"I'm sorry sir, I tried I really did" Dean replied

"Well not hard enough" John responded along with a slap across Dean's face. Dean didn't flinch, he was used to this and knew he deserved it. Another blow to his head, harder than the first. He was ashamed, he should have worked harder. Again he felt a white hot pain on his left cheek and fell to the ground.

"Get Up!" John growled grabbing Dean's shirt and pulling him up against the wall with his left hand. With his right hand he continued punching Dean until his face was cut up and he was gasping for air. John dropped him and kicked him in the chest with his steel-toed boots. Dean heard a loud crack and assumed it was one of his ribs.

10,15, 20 minutes went by and Dean had no escape finally John stopped and stormed out of the motel room, probably to the nearest bar.

Dean crawled to the bathroom and began washing the blood off his face. He lifted up his shirt and saw the dozens of bruises beginning to form. He could see the outline of his ribs and saw that one was out of place. Dean got into the shower and watched the blood fall from his face. He traced his hands over the dozens of scars, bruises and cuts that covered his body. When Dean got out of the shower he found medical tape and wrapped up his chest.

"Dean" Sam called from outside the bathroom door "Are you okay?"

"Yeah Sammy!" Dean lied as he got dressed and walked out the door, looking his brother in the eye "How are you?"

"Dean why do you have those bruises?"

"Oh I just.. fell"

"Where did dad go?" Sam questioned

"I'm not sure, but how about we go to bed." Reluctantly Sam followed Dean into their room and turned off the lights. The boys settled in bed and tears began silently falling down Dean's face. He knew he was worthless, he was done.