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Chapter 11
It was four years after Mary's death, four years after that horrible night that had taken his
beloved wife away from him, and he had spent the last four years as a hunter. Chasing down what had killed Mary. It had started off as just an ordinary day, when he decided to take a day off from hunting to check up on his various slaves and workers and it was on this day that he noticed he was running low on the amount of slaves working in his fields. He knew he had been neglecting the field but when Cruel had told him they were running out of men, John had to find some new slaves. So he went to an auction.
John didn't spend a long timechoosing ten new slaves to work in his field and he was ready to go home when his eyes spotted a little figure huddled in the back of a cage. The boy was less than 10 years old, maybe 7 or 8. He was sat in a dirty cage with other child slaves with chains wrapped around their necks. John's eyes were locked onto those little warm green eyes, eyes that were so familiar and instantly recognition washed over him as those emerald green eyes reminded him of someone. The one he loved. John's heart stopped and then started to beat rapidly in his chest...That boy...no...He couldn't be...could he?
'Impossible...,' John gasped. But something told him otherwise.
He turned to Cruel who had accompanied him to the auction. He gestured towards the cage giving the other man the non-verbal signal.
Cruel got the message, even he didn't understand why his master would want to buy a child. They needed a strong well built slave to work on the field, not a child who will only be a burden. One more useless mouth to feed.
"How much for that boy?" Cruel asked the merchant without a second thought.
"Which one, Sir?'
"That one in the cage" Cruel said as he pointed to the children slave's cage.
"Oh, that one will cost $ 600."
Cruel turned to his master, and got nodded from his master, "Have him see."
Cruel nodded and turned back to the merchant.
"Let me see him," Cruel added without hesitating.
"Aye, Sir," the merchant replied greedily as he leaned over to open the cage and yanked the boy out of the cage by the scruff of his neck.
John eyes didn't leavethe boy's as he was led out of the cage. John's stomach lurched violently as the boy stood before him with his head down. John scanned him from head to toe. The boy was so filthy and smelled awful, like he hadn't had a bath for years. There were red lines running along both of his wrists and his neck and John believed these were the results of the chains attack on his skin.
"How old is he?"
"Eight, Sir," the Merchant answered.
John continued his intense inspection of the child. The boy looked so small for his age, and a bit thin, but he could tell that he was healthy.
"Clothes off," Cruel instructed.
Roughly the merchant took off the boy's shirt.
"Head up, slave," John ordered.
The boy lifted his head up timidly but didn't dare eye contact with anyone around him.
John scanned the boy. He blankly stared at the vivid scars upon the small boy's back, hiding all of his emotions from prying eyes.
"So any stories I should know about him? His previous master?" John questioned while his eyes searched for any brands on the little body. But there was none, that boy hadn't been branded before.
"Not really, Sir, but he is a good little runner Sir. He has tried and failed to escape escape several times before."
"Ah," Cruel said interested. 'A little rebel.' That explained how he got all the scars on his back.
"Can he speak?"
"Yes, he can, Sir."
"Speak," John ordered.
The boy gulped. "Milord...," he said timidly, but in a voice loud enough to be heard.
John nodded, "Fine, i'll take him," John decided without second thought and gave the money to the merchant.
The merchant smiled wide. He was amazed at how this master didn't even bother with bidding for the slave but paid the asking price, he must be wealthy, and will make the boy for toys, as seeing how good looking this slave.
John sighed as he watched his new property climb into the slaves' cart. 'Oh, Lord' what I'm doing?'
John woke instantly as he was forced out of his dream and back into reality. His heart was beating so fast, and sweat poured over his body. He was stunned and confused at the same time, why on earth was he dreaming about that day again, when he found the boy and decided to bring him back home. 'God,home, sounded funny. That had been 8 years ago now so why was he dreaming about it again?
John took a very deep breath while he tried to control his emotions. 'I have to finish him.' With that thought he woke up all the way, jumped out of the bed, pulled his coat and walked out of the room with the intention to get rid of that troublesome boy once and for all.
It was dark as John walked to the 'house'. When he arrived his nose instantly wrinkled in distaste at the foul smell wafting out of the 'house'. The dim light of the torch was enough to give him a clear view of something he hadn't seen for such a long time. He never comes into the house and he didn't feel he needed to. He wouldn't be here right now if it wasn't for that slave.
Quickening his pace John headed towards Dean's cell, for one mission and one mission only, to get rid of that boy.
But as soon as he approached the cell he stopped in his tracks, his eyes locked onto the boy lying on his side. He looked so peaceful and so...beautiful. Once again, Mary's face flashed before his eyes at the thought of the sleeping boy. John gasped, 'God Lord, he is so beautiful, he is so like Mary.' A thin blanket was covering the boy however John could see the red infected marks across the boy's back. He could tell that the boy must be in so much pain yet he looked so peacfull. "Oh, Lord, help me."
SPNSPN
Samuel stirred as he was brought back into consciousness and he found that he was still lying in his bed. The chain was still wrapped around his leg, restricting his movements to a point where he couldn't even walk over to the window. He was a prisoner now, a prisoner in his own bed. He felt the pain wash over him not physical but emotional agony. He was alone... for now.
The door opened and Sam's head snapped towards it hoping it was Dean with his breakfast but he had to swallow his bitterness as he realised that it was only Rosa taking over Dean's usual tasks.
"Where's Dean?" he kept asking trying to fool himself that everything that had happened had just been a nightmare. "I want Dean!"
Rosa sighed and placed the tray in Samuel's lap. "Have your breakfast, Sir."
But Samuel refused it. He smacked the tray away so that it went flying onto the floor. "NO, I WANT DEAN!" he shouted angrily.
Rosa sighed she had expected this reaction from the young Master.
"Don't be like this, Sir. You don't want Master hearing about this."
"I DON'T CARE! I WANT DEAN! AND I WILL NOT EAT IF IT'S NOT DEAN WHO SERVES ME!"
Rosa sighed shaking her head as she silently left the room.
Samuel watched the loving maid leave the room and instantly he felt guilty. He didn't mean to hurt Rosa, he just wanted Dean.
His face visibly paled as Rosa re-entered the room with another tray of breakfast and his father following hot on her heels.
Samuel's body stiffened as he watched the figure enter his room.
"What happened here, Samuel?" Lord Winchester asked coldly.
Samuel didn't reply.
"I'm not dealing with stubborn spoilt, son."
Samuel bit his lip, feeling the fear wash over him.
"It's your choice whether you want to eat or not, Samuel, and you will not see Dean again. I don't care if you die of starvation, i have had enough of you, I would rather have another son instead of you,"
Samuel gasped in shock. He couldn't believe what he had just heard.
"You heard me, Samuel. You are the only son I have, and i want a good son. So it's your decision to be a good son or not."
Samuel went still in shock over what his father had just said, he didn't want to believe him, his father was ready to disown him, his own son!
"And you know why you will not see that slave again? Because he's dead. He didn't survive the beating."
Samuel couldn't breath. 'No he's not.'
"Yes, Samuel, Dean has died, so you cannot see him again. Face that, boy."
Samuel's mind whirled as his father's words ran through his brain. Tears had started to roll down his cheeks. His mind screamed at him that his father was lying that Dean was still alive but somehow his heart knew that his father was telling the truth.
Samuel didn't answer but he's eyes spoke for him as they locked onto John's 'you killed him, father.'
John knew how hearing this news would affect his boy, that he would be devastated on the brink of a heart attack. He knew how close his son was to that slave but he had to tell him.
"Forgive me."
He sighed pulling the distraught boy into his arms and gave him a kiss on the top of his head. Then let go.
He took one last look at his son, "I just want you to be a good son, can you do that for me?'
He sighed then walked out.
Samuel's body was shaking viciously as his emotions were ready to explode out of him at the sight of his father leaving.
"Master?" Rosa rushed over to the boy.
"DON'T TOUCH ME!" he barked. "IS THAT TRUE!" He asked while his eyes filled with unshed tears.
Rosa closed her eyes with a sigh, and nodded hating the fact she had to give the boy such bad news.
Instantly Samuel's world came crashing down around him "NOOO! DEAANNNNNN!" He started to struggle, but he had no chance of escape as he noticed his one leg was secured to a chain under his wooden bed.
Rosa held the boy, "Forgive me, Sir, there's nothing you could do, now," she tried to comfort the boy.
Samuel cried harder, his heart was breaking now. It wasn't a dream. It happened. Dean was dead, he had nothing left for him. His life had vanished before his eyes.
Rosa pulled the boy into her arms for the millionth time attempting to comfort her grief fuelled master but even she knew she couldn't, only person could comfort him at the at time like this and he wasn't with them. 'Forgive me, son,' she cried to herself, getting ready for what might come next within the boy's short life.
TBC
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