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Okay, here, the chpater 26..., hope you like and ENJOY!

Chapter 26

Previously :

"Will you promise that you will admit Dean is your son, if I tell you where he is now?"

"YES! I made a mistake, Mary, I won't make it twice. Just tell me where he is, and I will bring him home, not as a slave, but as Samuel's big brother, my son!"

Mary looked to John with doubt. She was not sure, John would stick with his own words. But John was still their father, Dean's father, and John should be given another chance.

Mary sighed, "Fine, I take your words, John, but if you ever hurt my boys again, I'll take the two of them…"

"Oh, Lord, please… I promise, Mary, please..."

Mary nodded, "He is here, John," she said directing the distraught father's attention towards the door where a young figure was sneaking into the room and slowly approached the bed where Samuel laid, still unconscious.

John gasped in disbelief "Dean?" he suddenly felt so relieved.

It has been three days. Dean couldn't hold on any longer. He could hear the cries; he could hear the whimpering, he could hear the desperate cries of his name begging for him to be there. Samuel needed him, and yet he couldn't get anywhere near him. That fact was torturing Dean. Samuel was sick and he couldn't do anything to comfort his little master. He felt so useless. And now he didn't hear any sound from the little master, he's been so quiet, no cries and no whimpers, and that made Dean scared more. He couldn't take it anymore. He had to take the risk. He had to be there, with Sir Samuel, no matter what it takes, no matter if Lord Winchester found out he was here, he didn't care whether or not Sir Castiel would be mad at him.

Quietly slipping into the room, Dean sighed in a mixture of relief and nervousness to see Lord Winchester who was fast asleep on the chair not far from Sir Samuel's bed, and Dean nearly broke down as he noticed the pained look on his master's face. Samuel looked so pale and was breathing heavily. 'Oh, Master ...'

Slowly he took the cold wet little hand into his own, and kissed it gently. And he stunned with the thin red lines over the boy's palm, it looked like from the cane. Dean had to sigh hard to realize, his little master has nobody to take his diciplines with Sir Alex, the tutor. Master Samuel must have took all the diciplines from the harsh tutor. Dean kissed it once more, 'forgive me, master'.

Then he touched the forehead, and felt the warmth under his fingers... 'Master.'

He took the wet cloth, then sat beside the limp figure and sponged his forehead gently.

Feeling brave he pulled the sick boy into his arms, keeping him warm and brushed back Samuel's damp hair, "I'm here, Sir, keep breathing, you are strong ..., and I will make you okay, Sir, I promise..."

Samuel was trapped in a world of pain and fever, his chest hurt, he was sore and his whole body ached. He struggled to fight his way to the surface and escape. The few moments he was awake were worse! Strange people stood over the bed, forcing him to drink when he hadn't the strength. He recognized one voice. His father's. That made him even scared. He cries for Dean, he wanted Dean here. But no Dean, and he was so exhausted for crying. Then the voice soon disappeared, and now there another familiar voice.

There's a gentle and familiar hand wrapping around his own attempting to sooth him. It was Dean's voice. Was it Dean? It's impossible. But, it was his voice, it's Dean's voice.

He forced his eyes to open, and his weak eyes locked onto Dean's eyes. Dean was here? But how?

"D...Dean...?"

Dean's eyes widened in surprise at the call, yet he was glad to hear his Master's voice.

"Yes, master, it's me ... I'm here, Sir" Dean answered nervously with a smile as he kept up his comforting motion. He prayed that the Lord Master wouldn't wake up with the sound of their voices.

Samuel smiled full of gladness, "I've ...fou...nd you, big...brot...her..." he breathed heavily through the pain.

Dean bit his lip at Samuel's words as confusion begun to take over, 'What was that supposed to mean?' But he pushed this thought aside as Samuel was in a feverish state he had no idea what nonsense he was saying.

"Yes, Master, you've found me, Sir..."

Samuel grabbed Dean's shirt, and held on tight.

"D...don't go aga...in...D..D..ean..."

Dean's heart broke with that one sentence. "I won't, Sir, I'll be here ..., now go back to sleep, Sir," he whispered to his master while he caressed the warm cheek, but he knew what would be waiting for him if Lord Master spotted him, like this. He would be dead.

Samuel nodded and smiled. He allowed his eyes to close peacefully while he still held onto Dean's shirt.

John watched how Dean caressed the boy with love and care, he was amazed how Samuel had woken up upon hearing Dean's voice ...He knew that he couldn't ignore the fact that his boy needed Dean so much, and he had to see the fact that they really are brothers. "Oh, my God...,"

"Do you want to separate them, John...?" Mary asked him.

"No...," he shook his head slightly. "Please, Mary ..."

Mary smiled, and touched John's forehead with her finger.

John gasped, and came crashing back to reality as his eyes shot open, he realised that he was still sitting in the chair. He looked over to the figures on the bed. He had to smile at the sight of Dean hugging Samuel, protecting and warming the sleeping boy.

"Dean?"

Dean jumped up with the call from the familiar voice that frightened him most. He looked in horror towards the now awake figure in the chair. His Lord Master. His heart beat so fast. But not wanting to scare his Little Master, he gently let go of the sleeping figure and lay him back down onto the bed.

"M..M..ilord," he trembled just saying the words, his eyes didn't leave the Lord's. He could practically see the time he would be spending in the punishment room.

"F..orgive..me.., Milord..."

"Boy, what are you doing!" another stern voice called out before the Lord could even utter a single word causing Dean to jump up.

Bobby didn't expect to see Dean in this room, not with John Winchester still in there. Hell, the boy had promised to keep away from the room, no matter how bad the boy wanted to be right beside his little master. "I told you _" but Bobby had to stop as the standing figure's eyes locked onto his own, glancing from him to the boy and back again.

"For...give me," Dean almost cried and ran out from the room.

"What, Dean!" John was shocked with the boy's reaction and tried to catch the boy but was held back by a pair of strong arms.

"No, you are not getting your evil hands on that boy again!" Bobby's firm voice held the strong John in position.

"Bobby, you have him? You bought him?" the expression was mixed with surprise and gladness.

"Bought him! Yes, we bought him! But we are not like you; we are not keeping him enslaved here. The boy is free now," Bobby stated with anger.

"Free?" John repeated once again surprised but glad at the news. "Great, that's great!"

Bobby frowned with confusion.

"Why didn't you tell me you have him, Bobby?"

"Hell, I won't tell you he's here; you are the one who made the boy live in fear of punishment."

John bit his lip. "You know?"

"Yes, we know."

John sighed.

"What's happened here?" Castiel asked coming into the room after hearing all the noise. His eyes right away locked onto his patient who was still sleeping not even interrupted with the angry raised voices coming from the two men.

"What the hell are you two doing here? You obviously can wake up my patient here," Castiel hissed angrily while checking his patient over.

"Well, this man was trying to capture our boy."

Castiel looked up in shock, "He was here?"

"Yeah."

Castiel sighed and looked to the Lord, "Sir, please... that boy is a free person now, and I will not let you take him with you," Castiel stated with a firm voice. "I will never let you hurt that boy again."

John looked at the two men who were obviously standing in front of Dean, covering him up. John sighed, "I won't."

John's words stunned the two men.

"Yeah, right, you probably have a plan of how you are going to punish the boy, right."

"No, I don't," John stated with a serious face. "It won't happen again. I promise, guys."

The words still stunned Bobby and Castiel.

"Now, please, just let me see the boy, there's something I need to tell him," he walked towards the door but only to be stopped again by Bobby's strong hands.

"You are not going anywhere, Milord."

"Get your hands off of me."

"I said no."

John stared angrily at the man who dared to touch him firmly. Bobby stared back at him with threatening eyes. John was ready to punch the man when he heard a whimper.

"De..an..., De...an..."

John fought away and ran to his baby boy,

"Samuel...?" he brushed back the boy's hair.

Samuel gasped in horror at the face in front of him. "F...father...?"

"Yes, it's me, Samuel...,"

"No..., ple..ase..." Samuel whimpered in fear and desperate, felt failed. He failed Dean.

"No, Samuel, don't be afraid, I'm not mad at you, son ... I know why you left ..., you need to find Dean ... your brother."

Samuel looked at his father's eyes with surprise and disbelief in his eyes.

"Yo..you ..." Samuel gasped in pain, as his chest was still killing him.

"No, son, why would I lie..."

"Ye..s. Yo..u a...re ju..st sa..yi..ng it. Y..ou w..ill dra..g hi..m b..ack h..o..me a...nd pu...ni...sh hi..m h..ard, y..o..u ar...e go...nn..a ki...ll hi...m, f..ath..er"

"No, Samuel I won't do that, I promise."

Samuel was still looking into those eyes and was surprised when he noticed that there was no anger evident but instead he seemed sad and glad. He had never seen his father like this before, and he wanted to believe that this was the truth and not just some facade.

"W..hy?"

"Because I promised your mother. He's your brother, Samuel, my son, and I will take him home, no punishment."

Samuel tried to absorb the words.

"You weren't like this before."

"I know. But I made a mistake, son, and I won't do it again. I have to take my son back," John smiled insistently.

"No p...uni...shm...ent?"

"No punishment. I promise he will not live as a slave anymore, he will live as my son, your brother, he'll start to live a life as a master."

"Yo..u.. pr..omi...se?"

"Yes, I promise," he held the boy's hand

Finally Samuel smiled in happiness. "He..'s he..re, fa...th...er, he w...as he...re wi...th m...e, ho...ldi...ng me..."

"I know, son, I know, that's why I'm gonna go see him, but these two guys are stopping me," John pointed to the confused guys who stood behind him.

Bobby and Castiel stood in confusion, trying to understand what this father and son were talking about. Was that right? Was John telling the truth? Was John just trying to fool his own son? Screw him, if he was.

John stood up and faced Bobby, "You heard that, man? Now, let me see my other son, to tell him the truth."

Bobby stood defensively, not wanting to let the man see the fragile boy to tell him the fake story.

"Bobby, let him through..."

"But Cas?"

"Don't worry, we will make sure that he has no chance to hurt the boy again," Castiel insisted to the worried old man.

Bobby stayed in his position. He sighed, and stepped aside to let the man through.

"Thank you," John smiled and walked out the door.

Bobby glanced to Castiel before following John to meet the boy. He needed to make sure that John didn't hurt the boy, mentally or physically.

Bobby led John to Dean's room, where he was surely meant to be. But they were shocked to find that the room was empty. And even more shocked to find a piece paper lying on the table. Bobby grabbed it and read the note, "Foolish boy! Castiel!" Bobby yelled, and ran out from the room.

"What do you mean he's missing?" Castiel hissed upon hearing the shocking news however he made sure to keep down the volume of his voice.

"He's left the house, Cas, and he left this behind," Bobby handed him the letter.

Castiel read it.

To Sir Castiel, Sir Bobby, and Mrs. Ellen.

Forgive me and thank you for everything, Sir, you are the kindest master I have ever had, but I have to leave. I realize I will be giving you much trouble if you insist to keep me from The Lord Winchester, but yet I don't want to end up on the whipping post again if I went back to the Lord, so I need to leave. Please ask Sir Samuel to forgive me for not staying, and I will keep him in my heart, praying for his health. I won't forget you, Sir Castiel, Sir Bobby and Mrs. Ellen. Thank you very much. * Dean*

"Shit!" Castiel cursed. "We need to find him fast; he can't have gone far..."

Bobby nodded.

John took the paper and read it with trembling, his whole face paled as he cursed inwardly.

"I'm coming," John declared.

"No you are not," Bobby stopped him.

"Hell, I will, I will be the one who finds my son."

"God Lord, don't you understand, you idjit? He's frightened of you, John. He ran away from you! He's scared that he will end up on the whipping post, I don't even want to imagine how many times you have put him on the whipping post, your own son, well if he's really your son."

"He is my son, and I will make sure it won't happen again. He needs to know that he is my son, and that there will be no more whipping post," John's stomach hurt to say those words, to realize how many times he had put his own son on the whipping post, made him shiver.

"Okay, you're coming," Castiel approved.

"But what about Samuel?" John glanced into room, and saw the boy had fallen to sleep, exhausted of talking.

"Ellen will take care of him, don't you worry. We will find Dean."

John nodded.

Without taking a long time, the three men, Castiel, Bobby and John had started the search mission with their horses, looking for any tracks Dean could have left. They had to find Dean, John needed to find Dean or Samuel will be 'dead' and Mary will take the two of them.

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Dean took a deep breath. He felt so exhausted. He had been walking for miles. And he had to sneak out avoiding the slave holder. He knew he still had insecurities of his new status as a free person with no paper to prove it. If the slaveholder caught him, he would be taken back to Winchester as that was the brand he had. But hopefully, he would be taken to the slave market to have a chance of gaining a new kind master. Dean could only put his destiny in fate's hands, let his faith led him where he is supposed to be taken.

Several times Dean still found himself thinking about whether this was this the right thing to do? But his wildest imagination he had once if he was back to the Lord, scaring him so much. He really didn't want to make any trouble on his two kindest masters he ever had if they insist to keep him from The Lord Winchester, yet, he was so afraid to end up on the whipping post. He believed that would be his last whippings, as he believed he couldn't endure the punishment, he would be dead by the end. He really was so afraid and didn't think twice about running. But Sir Samuel was in that house, still sick and injured. He felt so guilty for leaving Sir Samuel. He shouldn't have left his little master; he had to take care of him, no matter what the end. He had to get back. And now when he wanted to go back, he couldn't, he had lost the way back, and he had no way to find the way home. So now he could only take his destiny back as a slave. Taking back the worst possibility of being slave; working hard and of course being whipped. And he had to accept his fate.

Dean inhaled deeply with the thought. He looked at the river and decided to rest awhile, before continuing his journey. An endless journey with no destination.

"Hey, you, boy!" a loud shout from behind him caused him to jump up.

Dean turned his head and was faced with two slave holders on their horses pointing at him. They carried a big cage containing runaway slaves. They were all chained up and wearing a collar and attached to one and another, as well as their hands and legs were also bound tight, eventhough they had been captured in the cage.

Dean's mind was thinking fast, he took a big risk and ran attempting to escape. And they ran after him in full gallop.

Dean tried his best to run, but he failed to escape by them throwing their net at him. It was the best way to catch runaway slaves.

Dean struggled under the net to no avail. The slave holder laughed.

"Try to run, huh, slave?" he sneered at Dean.

"I'm not a slave, Sir. I'm a free person!" Dean took a risk to tell the truth.

"Yeah, right. If you were a free person, why did you run?"

"I have no papers Sir. But it is true I'm a free person. My master had set me free."

"You purchased your freedom?"

"No, Sir, he gave me my freedom for free."

Both slave holders laughed.

"Rubbish, no one would give a slave their freedom for free."

"It's true, Sir!" Dean desperately insisted.

"Who was your Master?"

"Castiel Singer, Sir. He gave me my freedom."

With this they both had to laugh.

"Castiel Singer? You're stupid, there's no such name, never ever heard that name before!" he laughed mockingly. "Alright stop this crap. Let's see who your master is," he dismounted and freed Dean just to check the brands.

"Bloody hell, such a bad slave, isn't you?" he exclaimed seeing the whipped scars on Dean's back, and then laughed. "How many times did you attempt to run?"

"Never, Sir." Dean shivered as he found the brand on his shoulder.

"Ah, Winchester's property," he smiled. "No wonder you didn't want to tell who your master is." He turned to his friend, "Has there been any reports of runaway slave from Winchester?"

"No, not at the moment."

He smiled again, "Well its good. We found his slave before him reporting him missing. Don't worry we will tell him that we found his slave, no need to be looking anymore."

Dean sighed in desperation. He knew he would be sent back to Winchester, no matter what so there was no need to run again. Maybe he should stay with Sir Samuel till he died.

"But we have to teach you a lesson, boy. You need to learn how to be a good slave. Now go over there, shirt off," he pushed Dean to the nearest tree and tied him there with his hands up. He was pulled up till he stood on the edge of his toes.

"I shall give you 30 for running and for lying, boy."

Dean bit his lip.

Finally he felt the whips hit his back. This was what he should take. The whips.

He could barely stand on his legs when it was finished and blood covered his back where the lashes had opened the stitches. They had to drag him and push him into the cage with the other slaves.

The slave holder put a collar on Dean and attached it to the other slaves. His hands and legs was bound tight by the chains. He sighed heavily, tried to endure his pain on the back. His eyes blurred but he could see the sad and pitying looks from the others, slaves like him. Dean could only sigh in pain, as he felt the cage moving behind their horses, taking them to the jail. He was back as a slave now, and would soon be back with Lord Winchester.

SPNSPN

While at the Singer's house,

Ellen tried to keep the news of Dean's disappearance from the sick boy. She knew the boy will freak out if he knew Dean had left. But she failed.

"Is De..an le..av..ing m..e ag..ain?" Samuel said fearfully. "He... le..ft m..e ag..ain?" Samuel started to cry.

"No honey, he's not leaving you, they will find him soon."

"H..e..'s le..av..i..ng m..e, y..ou pr...sed me, De..a..n ... y..o.u. .p..ro..mi..se...d ..m..e...," Samuel cried He cried, he cursed Dean for leaving him. He cried hysterically. He didn't care that his body couldn't handle his hysteria. He started to lose his breath and felt his whole body aching. He panted for air.

"Easy... boy, easy...," Ellen held the boy ready for the treatment if the boy needed it.

But his panic had made his condition worse and he lost it. He finally collapsed and his lips turned blue.

"Great," Ellen said as she started to give the boy the whole treatment again. Back to square one.

TBC

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