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Chapter 14

Samuel woke up in a hurry and had to rush his preparations for the training that very morning. There was no Rosa with him, he was left alone. Last night his father came into his chamber to check up on him and when he had decided that Samuel was physically strong enough he had ordered him to resume his training. As Samuel had promised his father that he would follow his every beckon call he knew he couldn't protest to starting his 'so called training,' so he got out of bed and started to get ready as he didn't want to bye late for the training session.

Samuel ran to the forest where his father was waiting for him with his weapons bag hung over his shoulder. Samuel's head was down to avoid eye contact with his father. He didn't know what kind of training his father had planned for this morning but if there was one thing he knew for sure...He knew that he was glad there was no Cruel there.

John Winchester watched his son, mildly impressed that Samuel had in fact arrived earlier than expected. The boy was scheduled to arrive at six am and yet here he was, with fifteen minutes to spare. 'Well done, boy, you came early."John thought inside of his head but kept his face expressionless.

Samuel gulped nervously as he stood before his father. He tried to get up early so he wouldn't late for the training, but he could tell by his father's face, he still was not good enough.

"Morning, son"

"Morning, father."

John scanned the boy from head to toe to check that his boy didn't have any injuries that could jeopardise the training session he had planned.

"How are you feeling today?"

"Good I guess..."

"You feel any pain in your body."

"No, Father."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Father."

"Good, because we will be starting your training from the beginning. I won't be soft on you anymore, Samuel. I'm going to have to to start being stricter with you in the your training because obviously the normal routine won't be enough for you as you no longer have your slave with you. This means that from now on it will be you who will be punished for every wrong move you make or for every concern I have for anything you do. If it comes to it, rest assured, that I will not hesitate to cane you boy, I need you fighting strong like the son you're meant to be. Understand?"

Samuel swallowed hard. He had never seen his father like this before. He took a deep pain filled breath. 'Dean give me strength.'

"For starters we're doing strict physical training today. I need a strong boy not a weak little girl."

Samuel swallowed hard. If they were going to do strictly all physical training, then there was no doubt he was going to be miserable by the end of the day.

Samuel ignored the burning in his legs and the uncomfortable pressure in his lungs as he ran around the forest. He would do without questioning his father, after all he had promised to do everything he asked him to do.

Through out the morning Samuel had been doing nothing but running, push-ups, sit-ups, and sparring with only the occasional rest period of about five-minute. It was roughly eight-thirty now. Half an hour ago, John ordered his son to run five laps around the forest (which was not a small area), do fifty push-ups, then a hundred sit-ups.

Samuel was on his second round, and had almost finished his fifth lap. He didn't dare take a break, even for a second. If his father was watching him from afar and saw him stopping for any reason, then John would no doubt just berate him for not being able to hold his own.

Samuel was almost done with the push-ups when his stomach growled. Loudly. Samuel ignored it. Having not eaten any breakfast and with the training all morning with only water as sustenance, Samuel was starving. But when he thought about Dean, Dean rarely got his breakfast at this hour, and he would still withstand the whippings. The mere thought of Dean's unfortunate life made Samuel feel grateful that his father wouldn't let him starve, he would just have to put up with having a late breakfast instead.

But his stomach was screaming at him. Samuel silently begged his father to come out and tell him he was done. His stomach felt like it was eating itself, he was so hungry. At this point he didn't know what was worse; the pain and aches radiating through his entire body, or the fact he was so ravenous he felt like he wouldn't mind eating grass.

John approached Samuel when Sam was in the middle of his third round of running. "You can stop now, Samuel. Let's get back to the house."

Samuel could almost collapse from relief. He made his way back to the mansion as quickly as his legs would carry him, the need not to anger his father and his hunger keeping him going.

They walked through the back door, and Samuel practically drooled on the floor when he walked in and the smell of the soup, meat and bread wafted towards him.

Rosa stood there shocked to see that her young beloved master was wet from the sweat, his lips were trembling as she know his little master was starving with not having his breakfast, and he was having trouble walking that it seemed like he was hardly moving at all.

Immediatley Rosa fetched a glass of water for Young Samuel, who grabbed it and chugged it for all it was worth.

"Slow down, Samuel, before you throw up!"

Samuel abruptly stopped chugging and nodded in embarrassment.

Disapprovingly, John snatched the glass from Samuel's hand. "Go to your room and get cleaned up, then have your meal here."

Sam nodded, "Yes, Father," and headed up to his room.

"I'll help you, Sir." Rosa followed him from behind, but had to stop when she heard His lord Master's voice call out to her.

"Let him do it alone, Rosa, don't help him."

Rosa froze and turned around to give him a disbelieving look.

"What?" John protested with his irritation with the maid slave rising. "He needs to learn how to take care of himself, and not become dependent on being served all the time. You are spoiling him too much, Rosa."

Rosa sighed, "Well, was that the fuction of Dean? He took care of Master Samuel, served him in everyway possible, and got punished for everyone of Master Samuel's mistakes."

"And look what happened, Samuel has become a little spoilt boy. That ends now Rosa. I won't be that soft on him again."

Rosa sighed shaking her head to which John responded to by sighing in annoyance.

"After he has his meal, make sure he comes to my room for the next lesson. And don't take too long."

Rosa just nodded, and sighed heavily.

It wasn't that long when Rosa noticed Samuel come into the kitchen to have his meal. She could ignore for now how pale and horrible Samuel looked

"Oh, Master Samuel, come,"Rosa lead him to the chair and served him the plate.

Samuel sat down using the last of his dwindling strength.

"Are you alright, master...?" she asked softly which just made Samuel break down and start to sob.

"Oh, baby ...," Rosa pulled the breaking master to her chest. "it's alright, Sir, you're gonna be fine."

"My whole body hurts," he cried.

"I know, Sir, but you will get used to it, you are strong."

"I miss Dean, I wish Dean was here ...,"

"Sssh...it's gonna be alright, Sir," she comforted the boy the best she could. "Now, have your meal, afterwards you are supposed to be in the study room."

Samuel sighed, "I hate him."

"No, please, don't. Sir, he means good to you,"

"SAMUEELLLL! Finished your meal!" a high pitched yell echoed around the house making Samuel jump as he instantly recognized it as belonging to his father. "You have 3 minutes to finish!"

"Yes, father!" Samuel yelled back and wiped away his tears.

Rosa could only sigh and shook her head hoping that Her Lord Master would never go too far.

Samuel finished his meal in two minutes and rushed up to the study room where his father was waiting for him.

John Winchester waited for the boy impatiently. He was on research of his new hunting case.

"Sit, and start to recite the exorcism fifty times. I don't wanto hear any spelling mistakes and mispronunciation. One word wrong equals one cane on your palm," his father told him as he was standing by with the cane.

Samuel swallowed hard, and started to nervously recite a standard exorcism.

He tried so hard to get it right but it was hard for him to concentrate through the nerves and the fear over what would happen if he got it wrong. When he did misspell Samuel just closed his eyes as the cane whipped his palm.

He tried again, but he missed continued to a point until he lost count how many times he had messed up.

Rosa had been waiting outside of his Lordship's chamber as soon as she heard the whacks. She heard the recital from the little boy even through the big door, then she heard the sound of the cane hitting flesh. Rosa couldn't breathe as she imagined his Lord Master using the cane to teach the boy a lesson. She had hoped The Lord Master wouldn't go so far.

It felt like an eternity, when John was finally satisfied with the 50 recited exorcism Samuel made, and Samuel's palms were crissed crossed from the cane. Samuel couldn't stop his painful trembling hands , and tried so to hide his tears.

"That's enough for today. You may rest, let Rosa attend to those wounds. But I want you ready by five in the morning to continue training."

Samuel didn't respond due to the amount of pain he was in.

"Oh, don't forget you have class with Sir Williams at ten tomorrow. You have missed the class for almost two weeks, i believe Sir Alex will have something for the consequence. I heard some reports of your misbehavior during the classes, I don't accept that son. So he has my permission to discipline you as he sees fit."

Samuel went pale but kept his face emotionless to satisfy his father.

"Yes, Father."

John was amused with Samuel's obediently. He nodded and left the room.

Rosa rushed into the chamber as she heard the door open and Lord John came out. She went in as he said "Attend to his wounds."

And she was pale to find a figure sat on the chair, with his hands palm side up on the table covered with red lines. Some of them were still oozing blood.

"Ow, my Lord..., Sir," she rushed to the boy's side and felt afraid to touch him in case she inflicted more pain on the child who had suffered too much already.

"Are you alright, Sir?"

"Yes, Rosa," he tried so hard to hold back the tears.

"Come on let's take a look at those wounds, love," she gently pulled the boy towards her and lead him back to his room.

Samuel remained silent as Rosa attended the welts over his palms. That made Rosa even more worried. Samuel hadn't spoken one word since they had come to the room.

"Master, are you alright? Does it hurt anywhere? Are you still in pain?"

Samuel looked up, to meet the concerned eyes and shook his head.

"This is what he felt like after recieving the cane, Rosa," his voice was small and slow.

Rosa bit her lip, she knew instantly who Samuel meant.

"The pain from the cane and whipping. He received that everyday, Rosa. How could I let that happened? How could I let Dean recieve those punishment?"

Rosa couldn't answer it.

"And how could I let myself to do such stupid things only to get Dean into trouble and suffer the punishments for my mistakes. Oh, Lord...," his voice started to crack.

"Sshh," Rosa whispered as she pulled him to her arms, "It's alrght, Sir,"

"No, it's not alright, Rosa. Dean could be still alive if I were not so stupid. I really killed him, Rossa," the tears started to roll down his face "I killed him...,"

Rossa could only rock him, she really wanted to tell the poor boy the truth, but she couldn't. She couldn't break her vow to her Lord Master. "He's fine now, Sir, Dean is fine, he is safe now, don't worry about him, he doesn't feel pain anymore..., just let go, Sir..."

Samuel shook his head and kept crying on Rosa's chest. The pain would never go away even though he believed Dean was safe now, in the best place, feeling no more pain...

SPNSPNSPSN

"Arrggghhhhh!," Dean screamed in pain as they forced his palm onto the brazier.

"Shut your mouth, you little shit!" the big man hit Dean's head as kept holding his hand on the hot brazier. "We have to erase your brand there, slave!"

Dean bit his lips to stop the scream from erupting out of him. They forced his palm onto the brazier because they had to get rid of the brand, too many brands would make him used good and used goods wouldn't sell. No one will purchase him with all these brands.

Tears run down Dean cheeks as the sensation of the burn made its way through his body.

"Pl...please...sto...oopppp," Dean pleaded in tears, as they didn't pull his hand out. The pain was too much to bear. He could smell the burning flesh...his meat, like a steak. His meat!

Finally they pulled out his hand, and Dean collapsed on the ground, holding onto his burnt hand. He couldn't speak. He panted desperately inhaling in the needed air to help him bear the pain. But the pain was too much.

"Ow!" Dean gasped in pain with the sudden kick on his ribs.

"Get up, back to the cage!"

Using his fading strength hard Dean pulled himself up to standing position, but it was proving to be almost impossible. With the last of his strength, he dragged himself back to the cage, before another kick came.

Dean collapsed as he was back in the cage, joined with the other slaves. They all looked at him with pity and sorrow in their eyes. Dean sighed, and wondered, when the pain will stop? Cruel had sold him to the market slave, where he was sitting now. It took miles to reach the market, and he nearly passed out when they had arrived.

He didn't know much, untill Cruel had taken the leash off and gave him to the seller. At first, the seller didn't want to purchase him, as he saw the two brands on him, and the mess that was his back, literally littered with wounds. He could tell that they judged him as being a bad slave for him to have earned the beatings, but Cruel had insisted they take him and finally they had sold him for only 250 dollars. Most slaves at his age were sold for 700 to 850 dollars. And he believed that Cruel will take the money for himself.

"There you go, slave. Hope you get a nice master. But I doubt it. No one would ever buy you or even like you. So long, Dean!"

Dean gritted his teeth together in hated as he watched Cruel leave.

But Cruel was right, no one will want a slave like him, limp, injured, branded so many times and with a messed up will think the slave is an ex-fugitive, constantly punished due to his bad behavior. He would never be the chosen one. So the sellers decided to get rid of the brand over his hands, and the best way to get rid of it, was to burn it off.

Dean looked at his palms, it was red and it sickened him to see the skin burnt and stretched tight. His hand was covered with blood and he smelled like a barbeque. The pain was killing him, worse than when Lord John branded it. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, tried to sleep just tried to ignore the pain, praying and hoping in his head 'Please don't let it be infected.'

TBC

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