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Chapter 7

As they walked back to the mansion, Dean noticed the cart that was parked in the backyard. The Lord Master was come home. Dean's stomach panged as his fear started to take over.

"Dean, father's home," Samuel informed him as his saw his father cart.

"Yes, he is, Sir."

Samuel tightened his arms around Dean's neck, almost choking him.

"It's alright, Sir, we'll go through the back door and get Rosa to treat your injuries." He just prayed they won't be spotted by Cruel first while they made their way to the back door.

Dean felt Samuel nod as he rested his head back onto Dean's shoulder.

Eventually they approached the mansion and the pair breathed a sigh of relief.

"Rosa?" Dean called out. He was glad that Rosa was sitting right there at the table preparing the dinner. At least they didn't have to search around to find her.

"Yes?" she turned to the door, shocked to see Dean carrying his master on his back. "Oh, my! What happened?"

"Ssshhhhh," Samuel hissed attempting to get her to calm down and lower her voice.

"He fell from a tree, Rosa," Dean told her guilty as he placed Sam down onto the nearest chair.

"He what?" Rosa asked shocked. "You what, Sir?" she confronted the little Master.

Samuel smiled sheepishly . "Please don't tell father...,"

Rosa just sighed, doubting that she was going to be able to keep this a secret. "Where are you hurt, Sir?" She asked as she checked his visible wounds.

Then she filled up a basin with water to wash and treat the wounds. She brought the basin over to the pair, dipped a washcloth into the water and began to clean the young Master's injuries.

"What was he doing in the tree, Dean?' she asked.

"Trying to get the kitty down."

"Kitty?"

"Auch!" Samuel yelped as a his wounds began to sting under Rosa's careful cleaning.

"Rosa please be gentle...," Dean pleaded as he couldn't stand to hear Samuel in pain.

"What's happening here?" the sudden cry of Cruel's voice from the door made the trio jump. His curious eyes focused sharply on Rosa who was still attending Samuel's wounds.

"It's nothing, Sir," Samuel replied quickly. "It was all my fault, not Dean's."

But of course Cruel didn't believe him upon seeing the wounds upon Samuel's legs and arms. He smiled evily towards Dean, "I believe, Milord doesn't know about this, does he?"

No one answered him.

"I knew it," he smirked, then walked away from them. It didn't take a genius to figure out where he went.

Dean numbly stood as he watched the evil man leave. He turned towards Samuel whose expression showed his deep fear. Dean smiled comfortly.

"Don't worry, Sir, everything will be alright."

Rosa's heart pounded fiercely as she watched as Dean tried to calm Samuel down, knowing just what had caused the young Master to become fearful.

After a couple of moments the trio heard a rush foot steps come into the kitchen.

"Samuel?" a husky voice called out.

Dean froze on the spot as Lord Winchester came in, his face set in an anxious scowl.

"Are you hurt?" he asked as he checked the all wounds on Samuel's body, even the vivid scar across Samuel's soft cheek.

"I'm fine father, just a few cuts and bruises. Rosa has checked and treated them already"

"What happened?"

Samuel kept his mouth shut as he didn't want to reveal what really happened to his father.

As he got no reply from his son, John turned towards Dean. "Dean?" He questioned in a cold tone of voice.

Dean's body stiffened. "Master Samuel fell from a tree, Milord," he reported without looking towards Samuel who was demanding him not to say anything. "Forgive me, Milord."

"How height?"

"12 ft, Milord."

John frowned with his body shaking in anger.

"It wasn't Dean's fault, father!"

"Were you with him?" John asked ignoring his son.

"Yes Sir, I was with him."

"And how could he fall from the tree?"

Dean swallowed hard, "I wasn't close enough to catch him sir."

"Where were you?"

"I was on top of him."

John paused to collect his thoughts. "So you two were in the tree?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Why on earth were you two in a tree!" he shouted in anger.

Both Dean and Samuel jumped but Samuel soon managed to compose himself enough to offer an explanation.

"We were trying to help the Kitty get down, father. It wasn't Dean's fault that I was in the tree. I'd been told to stay on the ground and not climb up, while he climbed up to get the Kitty, but I didn't listen. I climbed up without Dean noticing. Then the Kitty suddenly jumped on me, Father, and I lost my balance. Dean couldn't catch me in time when I fell. See it wasn't Dean's fault, it's mine, Father."

John looked to Dean who had looked down, not daring to look up, then he turned back to his son, sighing deeply.

"That's enough! You will not see Dean again. He's off the assignment," John yelled as he scooped the injured boy into his strong arms.

Both Samuel and Dean's faces paled with the news.

"What, father please, no...!" Samuel pleaded. He didn't know what would he do without Dean.

But John didn't listen, "Put him in the chamber, 30 first for being irresponsible. Rosa, you take care of Samuel, now!"

Dean swallowed hard at the bad news while Samuel lost his temper.

"NO! PLEASE...FATHER, DON'T PUNISH HIM!" Samuel yelled but his father wouldn't listen to him, he just continued to carry him to his room, while Samuel was forced to watch Cruel drag Dean to the 'chamber'.

Dean felt helpless while Cruel dragged him towards the chamber. He knew what happened in that room. It was Lord Master's favorite room to deal out organized punishments for his slaves. He never been there, and he hoped he never would, but that was just wishful thinking. Dean had no idea what was going to happen to him next.

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"Stay in your room, you will not leave this room at all. You are grounded tonight," John ordered while he put his son on the bed.

"Father, please..., it's not Dean's fault, it's mine. You heard what happened, it's not his fault. It's mine, father," Samuel still continued to plead to his father.

"Yes, it's your fault Samuel, coz you never listen!" John shot his son a harsh, cold look.

"Then punish me, father!"

With those words John slapped his son hard across his unscarred cheek.

Samuel was shocked as the sudden pain erupted over his cheek. His father had finally hit him. He felt the hot stinging tears push out of the corner of his eyes.

"There, you want a punishment!" John glared at his son. "Is that what you want Samuel? Me hitting you?"

"If you have to, Father," Samuel uttered with his voice cracking a little. "So you don't have to punish Dean for something he didn't do."

John fell silent for a moment as he stared at his son who looked back at him with a sharp look.

"You will not see him, again, Samuel; he is no longer needed as your slave. If you ever tried to get out and meet that slave again, you will only find his grave!" John shouted as he stood up.

Samuel felt numb at the threat.

"Rosa, change his clothes, he smells like a slave," he ordered as he walked out the door.

Samuel gritted his teeth together in hatred. "I hate you!" he cried.

Rosa waited till the Master left, then she approached the little master.

"Are you alright, Sir?" She asked holding out a clean shirt towards Samuel.

"NO I'M NOT! How am I supposed to be okay knowing that Dean will be getting punished," he paled at his own words as the realization of the situation Dean is in now washed over him. "Oh, God, Dean, I'm sorry...," he broke down in tears.

Rosa pulled him into her arms, "Sshs... it's alright, Sir, Dean will be alright."

"No, Rosa, father will punish him hard, and it's all my fault. Oh, God, why can I never give him safety..." he cried into Rosa's shoulder.

All Rosa could do was sit there holding onto the young Master while she prayed to a higher being that Dean would be alright and that he has the strength needed to get through this.

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Dean wanted to die as Cruel tied him to a ring in the middle of the chamber by the wrists. He yelped as he was pulled up until his feet were hovering a few inches off of the floor. His entire weight was supported by his arms… and it hurt… That seemed to not be enough as they ripped his shirt off of him. Dean shivered due to the cold air and his rising fear. He knew he was in big trouble. His Lord Master will really punish him hard this time. He couldn't even begin to imagine what he's going to go through but he knew it would involve pain...a lot of pain.

Dean tried to brace himself, but couldn't. He found himself shaking as Cruel approached from behind him, holding his favorite whip in his hands. Cruel was ready to start the 'treatment.'

Dean said a quick prayer before he jumped with the first blow. The first of 30 lashes.

The blow came again and again, faster and faster, deeper and deeper each time. Cruel put all his satisfaction into the beating. Dean used all of his self control to stop from screaming, he refused to give in, besides he knew he needed to save his voice for the Lord Master later.

After what seemed like an eternity, the punishment stopped. Cruel put down the whip and looked at the panting boy. Dean had not made a sound during the beating. His back was criss-crossed with angry marks. These marks had produced blood, and Dean's body was covered in sweat.

Dean fought to gain oxygen into his lungs as black spots danced in front of his vision, threatening to take his consciousness from him. He knew that if he opened his mouth he would be sick.

Just as soon as Cruel has finished his job, Lord Master came to into the chamber. Dean really wanted to die, then and there. He didn't want to imaginee what the next punishment he would get from the Lord Master could be.

Dean shivered through the cold air and his fear, his head was down with his back bleeding. He couldn't control his fear as he heard the Lord Master approach. Dean kept his head down while he refused to meet his Master's eyes. That was until his head was yanked upwards

John stared harshly at Dean. Honestly it was so hard to look Dean directly in the eyes. Those eyes reminded him of something, and that hurt him so much. This fact made his hatred increase in intensity.

Dean's head snapped to the right as John brought his hand down onto his face and slapped him hard. Blood welled up upon impact. "USELESS!" John shouted.

Dean closed his eyes and clenched his teeth together to stop himself from screaming.

John grasped onto Dean's head, forcing him to look up "What is your assigment, Dean?"

Dean gasped and winced in pain,"T..to look after... Young Master S..Samuel... Milord."

"And did you take the assigment well, Dean?" he yelled still pulling Dean's hair.

"N..No... Milord, I let Master Samuel fall. I didn't do my assignment well, Milord."

"Do you realise, Samuel could have been killed because of that fall!"

"Yes, Milord, forgive me," tears had started to roll down Dean's face. He felt like a failure now. "I deserve to be punished."

John sighed, "Yes, you do," he released Dean's hair head from his grip.

Dean gasped hard in pain. His eyesight had become blurred through the tears, however this wasn't from the pain, but from the disappointment of himself. He had almost killed his beloved master.

Dean was so caught up in his own emotions that he didn't notice Lord John had produced his stick until it was brought crashing down onto the back of his legs.

Dean yelped in pain and instantly bit his lip to stop anymore sounds escaping.

Dean squirmed within his chains as the stick continued to pound against his legs. He was sure they were bleeding now, and he knew it would be sometime before he could walk again, let alone be able to stand up.

After what seemed like an eternity, the beating stopped. Dean couldn't breath through the pain. He tried so hard not to scream. He wouldn't let his Lord down, he had let him down before by being so irresponsible when taking care of Master Samuel.

"Have you learned your lesson, Dean?"

Dean inhaled quickly through the bursts of pain and managed to answer, "Yes, Milord."

"Well, you disappointed me, Dean, and because of that I have to assign you back onto the field. You are no longer Samuel's personal slave, do you understand?"

"Yes, Milord," Dean answered. All he wanted to do was cry. He felt so broken now. Not being able to see Samuel and be with him will be the hardest thing he ever had to do but he guessed that was what he deserved. He had lost his Master's trust, and because of that he could never be with his young Master again.

"And maybe that will remind you even more of your place. I heard an interesting report this noon."

Dean bit his lip. 'Oh, God, Cruel must have saw them.'

"Who are you, Dean?"

Dean gasped, "I'm a slave, Milord."

"Good, make sure you remember that. A slave doesn't sit and eat with his master does he?"

"No, he doesn't, Milord,"

"Then why were you!" John surged forward and grabbed Dean's hair again, till Dean yelped in pain.

"Master Samuel asked me to, Milord," Dean replied instantly.

"Even if he had asked, you shouldn't have complied with his request! Do you understand?" he pulled the hair within his grasp harder. Dean had to close his eyes to help bear the pain.

"Yes, Milord," Dean gasped harder.

"No I don't think you do understand, Dean," he let go of Dean's hair and moved to the brazier where an iron brand was placed.

John shoved the brand in front of Dean's face. Dean watched it in horror. His master would brand him again? But where? Wasn't his brand on the back of his shoulder enough? He could still remember the blinding pain of the brand he received as soon as he arrived at the mansion. It didn't

fade for a whole week!

Dean began to panic as his breath quickened while he watched Lord Winchester take his cuffed right hand into his own. Slowly he directed the hot iron brand towards Dean's hand.

John ordered Dean to open up his palm.

Dean really wanted to shake his head and plead with his Master but he knew he couldn't. All he could do was watch in horror.

Seconds later he felt a hot burning sensation spread across his hand as Lord Master pressed the iron onto Dean's palm. Dean struggled hard and had to bit his lip once more to stop the scream building up within his throat from escaping. The flesh smoked and hissed as the brand began to burn into his skin. Dean bit his lip to a point where he could taste the metallic flavor of blood on the inside of his mouth. Tears ran down his cheeks.

"There, hope that will remind you of your place, Dean, even if you are Mary's child," John muttered as he withdrew the iron. "Continue."

Dean tried so hard to not allow the scream its freedom that he didn't hear John's words. All he heard was Milady's name mentioned but he was busy battling with his agony to hear any of the details, and another words 'continue', then he felt again lash landed hard on his abused back. Dean yelped for couldn't bear any pain again. He tried to breath. His breath became harder and harder to retrieve, as hard as the lashes on his back, until eventually everything went black...

TBC