3. Fault is to be repaired

Warnings: Lots of violence that I didn't mean to put actually. But, anyways I put it… lolz!

How dare he does that! I must not have felt pity for such an arrogant and stupid boy. Well, pity me for doing so. I'm out here in the cold thinking about him and all this time he was keeping himself warm. I will surely teach him.

John was thinking so and looked around for something and his eyes caught sight of a long strong wooden stick in one of the nearby bushes. He picked it up and looked at Dean and Jo.

"Come home, Dean and you will pay," he said and walked back.

Dean finally pulled away and they were taking in deep breaths. They never stopped staring at each other. After a really long time, they both got indulged in such a long turns of kisses and particularly Dean was going to take advantage of the situation.

"That was really awesome," Dean said with a wide grin.

"Sure it was. You wanna…um, drop… at my home, tonight?" she asked with her face blushed.

"I think your mom will probably scald me if she gets to know about it," Dean said, smiling.

"So, you gonna sit here in this cold all night?"

"No, Dad will call me back once he's cooled off."

"You stay at our house till then."

"Last time, your mom literally kicked me out of the house, Jo. I wouldn't want it this time. She is still pissed at me for scowling at you!"

"You were too preoccupied to know that you were scolding me. But, you actually weren't. You were angry at your father and you knew it, didn't you?"

"You knew, I knew but, your mother didn't. She cares for you a lot and she doesn't mean any harm. So, we'll keep it her way. Okay?"

"If you say so."

"So, you go now. We'll meet tomorrow."

"Okay. Take care, Dean and don't forget that I'm here for you. If you need any help just don't hesitate to ask for it from me. Okay?"

"Sure, I will. Good night."

"Good night, Dean," she said and kissed him again and left.

Dean watched her as she left and suddenly felt something vibrate in his pant pocket. He reached for his mobile and saw that his dad was calling. He felt happy and tensed at the same time. He immediately answered the call.

"Dad?" he said.

"Come back now!" John said and cut the line.

Dean wondered why his dad was angry. He could easily catch John's tone. 'Was it because of Sam?' he thought. He was tensed. He rushed to the motel and swung open the door. He calmed himself and shut the door quietly. He walked in saw that his dad was sitting on the bed in an angry and hunched position.

"Dad?" Dean said and cleared his throat.

John looked up at him. Dean was filled with fright as he saw the red in his eyes.

"Dad, are you alright?"

"Sure I am, you SOAB!" John screamed and got up with the stick in his hands that he picked up some time ago.

He didn't give the chance for Dean to answer him. He just started to thrash him. He first hit him on his bare shins and then reached to his top. Dean let out a scream, fell down onto the floor as he took in the beatings and eventually stopped shouting because he didn't want Sam to see this. He didn't know why he was being beaten. He just knew that he had to bear it.

"Dad, please, stop!" he cried, unable to withstand the striking pain anymore.

But, John wouldn't stop.

"How dare you defy my orders again, you stupid, arrogant, pervert! I was worried that you were dying out there in the cold because of ME! But, you were enjoying yourself and keeping yourself happy and warm with that blonde girl. I don't care about the girl but, what I do care is that you disobeyed me again, Dean. You – always – disappoint – me," John said as he hit Dean again and again.

Dean was really frightened and guilty now. This time, it was really his fault. He couldn't deny it. He was punished and he should not have encouraged Jo's presence. He curled himself into a ball on the floor and let his father beat him. He deserved that. He NEVER disobeyed his father but, he was doing it now. He needed the age old beatings to put him back like he was once – obeying his father, taking care of Sam and other things. He just needed the hard treatment.

Sam heard Dean shout and he was worried. He wanted to go out so bad but he feared the wrath of his dad's anger. He gathered all his courage and marched into his dad's room and he was taken aback at the sight of his older brother. Dean was like a fish trying to wriggle out of the net cast by the fisherman. Sam ran towards his dad with teary eyes.

"Dad, please stop hitting him!" Sam screamed.

"Get into your room, Sammy," John spat.

"No, I won't. I beg you, please, don't hit him," he pleaded.

"I didn't want to, Sam, you know it. Your brother's such a pain in the ass and that's the reason I'm doing this. So, go into your damn room!"

"Sammy, Ah! Just, ah, go – into – the room," Dean managed to say.

"Dean, please. Dad, you will kill him if you go on thrashing him in this way," Sam said and then the stick broke due to the excessive pressure put on it.

Thank Goodness! Dean thought and let out deep breath and closed his eyes to let the tears drop onto the floor.

"Don't think this is it, Dean," John said and pulled out his belt throwing away the broken stick. He started lashing him now which hit harder than the blows of the stick.

Dean was rolling on the floor and Sam was screaming at his dad to stop. Dean's vision blurred out and he finally passed out.

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~ SD~