I swallowed back fear and slowly walked down the stairs, Dean was waiting for me. I'd never seen him that angry before. "You want to train?" He asked harshly. I nodded flinching. "Because, I have a perfect exercise for you. He grabbed my arm and yanked me outside. I'd hoped Lisa would see and stop him but she wasn't around.

Dean led me towards the shed in their fenced in back yard. "Get the shovel." He said. I nodded silently holding back tears. I didn't know what he had planned but I knew I wouldn't like it. "Alright start digging." He said once I had it out.

I dug for about an hour and a half before dean had me stop. He'd been in the shed using Lisa's saw for something, by the size and depth of the pit. I felt like my stomach turned inside out, my own father killing me, ironic. "Help me." He demanded, he clearly hadn't calmed down yet.

Doing as I was told I helped him lower what turned out to be a make shift coffin. After that was done Dean practically pushed me into it. I cried out in pain when I hit the bottom, he didn't seem to care though. "Shut the lid." I closed my eyes taking a deep breath and did so.

I was hoping this was all some stupid lesson and he'd call me out now, telling me that he still loved me and wanted me. That hope was shattered when the first clunk of dirt hitting the top of the bored reached my ears. "Dean!" I shouted, banging on the top. My screams quickly turned into sobs. "I'm sorry!" Those stupid words came out of my mouth.

It never stopped, though, not for another twenty minutes. At that point in time breathing was getting hard and dirt was falling through the cracks in my coffin, was he really going to kill me? "Dig your way out." He shouted. He had to be talking loudly for me to be able to hear him so clearly. That's when I realized that this wasn't just punishment, this was training.

I pressed my hands against the top of the coffin and I pushed, somehow I managed to get some leave way and start to dig through the dirt. It was an odd feeling, like trying to swim only the the water was so compressed you could hardly move. I was having issues holding my breath after only a couple of seconds. Eventually my head started to feel light and what little vision I had got blurry, I kept trying yet I couldn't move. Then darkness.

"Alex, wake up!" I heard someone shout. My mind fought for clearance, I was hot and felt like something thick was covering my body. I opened my eyes slowly the light hurting my already painful head. "Alex, thank god."

I looked to see Sam sitting beside me, I was in the middle of Lisa's yard, which was torn up from Dean's 'lesson'. "Sam?" I said horsely. I felt reality crashing back into me and my heart was shattered instantly. "Where's Dean?" I asked.

Sam's jaw clenched when I said that. "He's inside cooling down." He said and slowly sat me up. "And while I am pissed at him, I can't let you continue to think he hates you."

I shook my head. "I know, Sam, he doesn't hate me but I'm not Ben, I never will be." I said and stood up slowly. "Maybe I should leave." I said looking into the house. "Not because I think Dean doesn't want me but because if he really loves Ben than I should just get out of the way."

Sam gently grabbed my arm. "Don't go, give him another chance. Our dad used to do the same stuff to him, and while I'm not condoning his actions, I'm telling you to give him a second chance." His words hit me hard. Dean went through the same thing, except he didn't have an uncle to come and help him.

"I have to talk to him." I said. "Now." I practically ran back into the stupid suburban house and into the kitchen where he was alone, drinking a very strong smelling drink. I took a deep breath and looked him up and down, I was aware of the dirt that was getting all over the house, I just didn't care.

"What do you want?" He snapped. His eyes were red and puffy but no tears came out. He was better than that. "If you want to leave than I can get you a bus ticket to wherever you want to go." He snapped out.

"I don't want to go." I said walking over and hugging him my tears running down. "Don't you ever doing that shit again, but I won't leave." I said laughing a little bit. "I want you to be my dad."

Dean hugged me back. "I won't, and you need a shower and some rest." He said softly. I nodded and stood up heading towards me and Ben's room. I'd have to learn to live with the fact that I wasn't Dean's only kid. It would be difficult but I was over what'd happened within the last year and was ready to stand on my own.

I took a long hot shower, and not just because I needed time to think. It took forever to get all the dirt out of my hair. After that I took a two hour nap and then cleaned the mess Shadow made in the bathroom, I was going to have to keep him outside. I was in the middle of persuading him to do just that whenever Ben came home from school.

"Should I even ask why there is a massive black dog trying to stay inside from going in our back yard which has a grave in it?" Ben said shaking his head. "I leave for school, come home, and the Winchesters have turned my house upside down."

I laughed. "Yah, me and Dean had a rough time right after you left, that's what the grave is for. And Lisa and Dean both think Shadow is a little to large to stay inside." I explained. "Plus it's really hard to bathe him."

Ben nodded. "Well, I am going to go do homework if you need me."