Hellow, everybody..., finnally i got my beta back, and willingly to revise this chapter. and for the next chapter, i'll try to make it fast as i can... and will posting soon.

Thank you for waiting

so enjoy here, enjoy the chapter ! hope you like it!

Chapter 29 (REVISE)

"Father...?" Dean came around with the words. That stunned him. What a strange dream he had. He had dreamt that Lord Winchester was his father. The lord told him, that he was his father. The man he was scared most of was his father. That was be hard to believe, and he wouldn't dare to believe. He didn't know how to cope, if that was true. The one who had put him on the whipping post was his father, the dream...It had felt so real. Dean closed his eyes to absorb the pain from his dream. And when he opened his eyes, he realised that he was lying on the soft, and nice bed. It was his bed in Sir Castiel's house. He could remember Sir Castiel attending to his wounds. Once again Sir Castiel had saved his lfe. But was Lord Winchester here too? He looked around and his face drained of colour as he noticed the figure sleeping on the chair. The figure he was scared of most, he trembled in fear.

"Good morning, Dean, welcome back," a soft voice called from the other side making him jumpe a little. He turned his head, to find Sir Bobby, sitting in the other chair. "Don't be afraid, he won't hurt you."

Dean was stunned at the words.

"You found me Sir... ?"

Bobby smiled, "Yes, we found you, son, your father too,"he said softly as he pointed to the sleeping figure.

Dean went pale as he turned his head towards the figure. So that was true?

"Dean?" the sleeping figure stirred and immediately his eyes locked onto Dean.

Dean was stunned at the sudden eye contact. But then he remembered he was still on the bed. No, no lying on the bed... Attempting to repress his weakness and agony he tried to push his trembling form off of the bed.

"For..give..me..Milord..."

"Wow..wow..., where do you think you are going, son?" John stopped the boy from risng up, and held him gently, "Stay on the bed, son."

Dean numbed with the gentle touch of his Lord Master. Dean looked to Sir Bobby, who nodded clearly indicating that he wasn't about to leave him along with the Master. Relieved slightly he didn't fight.

"How do you feel now?" John asked him.

Dean was still trying to absorb the words. Was the Lord master really asking him how he was?

"I'm alright, Milord," Dean answered fearfully.

John sensed the fear in the boy. "Please, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."

Dean bit his lip, he didn't want to believe it. But he just nodded not wanting to show the man his doubts.

"What do you need son?"

Dean gulped. Well, he needed water, but he daren't to ask.

John decided to pour the water into a glass as there was no answer.

"Here, drink this, you need more fluid, you were dehydrated," he murmured as he helped the boy to drink.

Dean gulped, and drank the water as his body continued to tremble, not sure what had happened, Lord master was being nice to him?

"Thank you, Milord," his voice was low and slow as he didn't dare to meet those eyes.

John nodded. He looked at Bobby, then back to Dean who refused to meet his eyes as his body continued to tremble. John touched Dean's hands only to cause the boy to shake further. John decided to let go of the hand. He didn't want to make his son anymore fearful then what he already was.

A deathly silence settled over the room with none of the occupants daring to make a single sound until John broke the silence.

"Dean, do you remember last night?" he asked gently.

Dean gulped, and nodded slightly.

"Then you remember that I'm your father?"

Dean bit his lip. He didn't want to believe it. Father? He had heard it last night. He had told him, and hugged him. But it still unreal to him.

"Son, I know that this is probably still shocking for you to hear, but please believe, that I'm your father, and you are my son."

Dean didn't reply but the words ran around in circles in his head.

"And Samuel is your brother," John added.

Father. Lord Winchester was his father? That was hard to believe, and one he didn't want to believe. Sir Samuel is his little brother. However he wanted the opposite to happen this revelation he really wanted to believe in.

"I will explain everything when you feel ready, Dean," John told him. "But not now, not when you are still in recovery, I won't let you get hurt again, Dean."

Dean bit his words caused him to question what had really happened. He knew he would not receive any answers until he had fully recovered. Heknew he needed to recover and he also knew that he needed Samuel as well.

'Samuel? Sir Samuel? His heart was beating so fast as he remembered the last time he saw the little master he was unconscious.

He turned to Sir Bobby.

"Sir, how's Sir Samuel?"

"He's getting better, Dean."

"Has he woken up?"

"Yes, only because he wanted to see you. He was so afraid of loosing you,Dean. He freaked out knowing you had left."

Dean's stomach panged with guilt. He had caused Sir Samuel to become freaked out.

"But he is alright now, seeing as you have come back," John added to comfort the boy.

But Dean didn't turn to the Lord,his eyes remained locked onto Sir Bobby.

"You can see him, Dean," John's voice caused him to jump him again. "He's been waiting for you."

Dean turned to Sir Bobby, "Can I see him now, Sir?" his voice sounding more like a plea.

Bobby wanted to protest, but he knew that would do no good, it would only cause Dean more pain.

"Sure, son," Bobby nodded, and right away helped the boy as Dean tried to get up.

John on reflex helped Dean up as well, but John had to bite his lip as Dean prefered to be helped by Bobby.

John wanted to protest, to keep the boy in his arms but he knew better, that would only make Dean hurt again. So he just let go, and watched as Dean was led away by Bobby. John held in his emotion as he tried to deny what he was starting to feel.

Slowly Dean walked with Bobby's help to the other room.

And there he could see the small figure lying on the bed still asleep.

As Dean reached the bed, he couldn't help but to touch Samuel's hand. It was still warm.

"Sir Samuel," Dean nearly cried as he saw Sir Samuel again even though before he believed he would not be able to. He brushed back the damp hair.

Dean's soft touch and gentle voice was succesful in waking up the sleeping figure. Those little eyes, slowly opened. And a little relieved smile melted Dean's heart.

"Dee..."

Dean had to smile in relief, "I'm here, Sir, I'm here."

"Yo..u're le...av...ing, Dee...an. You..'ve pro..mis...ed me, Dee..an.."

"Forgive me, Sir, but i promise, i won't leave you again, Sir," he smiled insistingly. Yes, he swore then and there that he would never leave his little master again, no matter what, even if he had to die on the whipping post.

Samuel was still smiling, showing off the little dimples that Dean had missed so much.

"Br...other...don't go again i ne..ed you..."

Dean couldn't describe his feeling with those words. He smiled in happiness, and slowly pulled himself up to the bed, and took the little body into his arms, and hugged him.

"Now sleep, I promise I won't leave you again, Sir,"

Samuel smiled then curled up into Dean's arms and hugged him like he was planning to never let go again.

"I .. lov..e y..ou, b...ig br..oth..er...,"

Dean sighed as he absored the beautiful words, "I love you too, Sir,"he murmured as he leaned down to kiss the boy's forehead and let him fell a sleep in his arms.

Both Bobby and John emotionally watched the reunion as the brothers curled up together. Bobby tried to hide his tears while John couldn't even stop the tears from falling.

"What a picture," Castiel's voice called out as he joined them watching the scene in front of them.

"So beautiful," Ellen pitched as she too joined the crowd. Her tears dripped from her eyes, staining her beautiful cheeks.

SPNSPSN

The next morning, Dean woke up still in the bed with Sir Samuel curled in his arms. It felt so good, and felt so right to finally acknowledge the fact that Samuel was really his little brother. But then that would meanthat Lord Winchester was his father...

"Good morning, Son," a heavy familiar voice caused him to jump up from the bed. He turned to find Lord Winchester sitting in the his body had begun to tremble as he slowly realised that he was still holding Sir Samuel. "For..give me.., Sir,"he muttered as he slowly but surely placed the sleeping boy back onto the bed before straightening to his full height, expecting a punishment to be ordered at any given moment.

"No, no... Dean, you may stay there...surely Samuel doesn't want you to go,"

Dean numbed and hesitated.

"Stay, Dean, it's alright," another familiar voice calmed him down. He sighed in relief to know that was Sir Castiel's voice, he was there too, he was not alone with Lord Winchester.

"Sir," Dean gulped, and felt embarassed for what he had done. He dropped his eyes not daring to look into the Master's eyes.

Castiel turned to Dean, "How you feeling, Dean?"

"I'm fine, Sir, thank you," he answered timidely, not daring to look up, especialy when the Lord was still there.

"Dean...

Castiel cursed,Dean's behaviour was reverting back to what it was upon his first meeting with the boy, shy, vulnerable and timid. Dean hadn't been like this before, well not before this Lord Master had arrived . He knew Dean was still shocked at the news and surely Dean was still afraid of the the Lord, especially now that he knew that he was in fact his own father.

Castiel turned to the Lord, "Excuse me, Sir, if i maybe excused, I would like to check my patient here."

"Well, go on...,"

"No, Sir, in private," Castiel calmly insisted.

John frowned his eyes a blaze showing off his pure anger. But he knew he was not in his place, and any rebellion on his part would only cause him to lose his two sons. These people were so protective over the boys, especially Dean.

John sighed and nodded, "Sure, please, just let me know if Samuel wakes up,"

"Of course, Sir."

John nodded as he straightened to his full height before taking his leave from the room.

Castiel waited till the Lord had disappeared behind the door, and when he looked back, Dean had already turned his body onto his front exposing his bare back, ready to be examined. Castiel smiled and professionally checked the boy's wounds.

"Don't worry, it's healing well,"he declared as he finished his examination, "How you feeling now?"

"I'm fine, Sir, thank you," Dean answered timidly

"Dean, it's me, you don't have to be afraid."

Dean gulped and slowly looked up to his kind master who looked at him with those warm eyes.

"I'm fine, Sir, thank you, I've been worse, Sir."

"Yes, I know, and your strength is remarkable" Castielcomplimented with a bright smile plastered on his face.

Dean smiled.

"Forgive me, Sir, forgive me for running away, Sir, I didn't meant to_"

"It's alright, Dean. All that matters now is that we found you, and brought you back safe and sound."

"Thank you, Sir, for saving my life once again."

"It's my pleasure to save you, Dean, especially when you needed to be saved."

"And Lord Master saved me too...?"

"Yes, Lord Winchester saved you too, and killed that bastard."

Dean numbed, yes, he heard the Lord's angry yell and the shot, so it's all true, it wasn't a dream.

"So it's really true?"

"What, that you arethe Lord's son, and Samuel's brother?"

Dean nodded slighlty

Castiel nodded, "That's what he told us, Dean, and yes, we believe it."

Dean bit his lips.

"But how could that be?"

"Maybe it's better for the Lord himself to tell the story, Dean, so you know what really happened"

Dean bit his lips.

"Dee...," a little voicecalled out as the person stirred from his sleep.

Dean looked down and saw that those little eyes were opened slighlty. "I'm here, Sir,"

That pale faced smiled in gladness, "N..not..g..oing..any..wh..re..?"

Dean shook his head with a fond smile tugging at his lips, "Not going anywhere, Sir."

Samuel's smile widened further. "D..De.. no..S..ir.., it's.. Sa..mu..el!"

Dean bit his lips. But he nodded, "Okay."

Samuel smiled again.

"DEAN!" a little girl voicescreamed as she ran into the room with tears streaming down her face.

"Miss Joanne?" he right away got down from the bed and accepted the little girlinto his arms, hugging her tight. Dean had to gasp in pain as he attempted to pick up the girl, he just couldn't do it, so instead he resorted on her level to just hugging her.

"Joanne?" Castiel surprised himself at the girl's sudden appearance. She was not supposed to see Dean yet. But he guessed that the girl couldn't hold it in much longer.

Joanne cried on the shoulder she had missed so much. "You're home, Dean..."

"Yes, I'm home, Miss..."

"I was worried about you..., mother said you were leaving, then Castiel and Uncle Bobby had to find you...where were you going?"

"I'm going nowhere, Miss, and i'm back now, no need to worry, Miss," Dean tried to calm the little girl.

"And Cas said you were hurt, that's why i'm not supposed to see you..."

Samuel numbed with the news. He had grown quiet due to the girl's sudden appearance. He didn't know who the girl was, but she seemed to be so close to Dean.

"De..ee, you..h..urt..?" a cracking voice forced Dean's attention back to his Little Master.

"No, Sir, i'm not hurt, I'm fine," Dean forced a smile to calm the sick boy.

"Dean who is she?"

Dean turned back to the girl. Guess he had to introduce them.

"Miss, this is Sir Samuel, Miss, my Mas.."

"Dee..," Samuel's voice sounded dissapointed.

"I mean my brother, Miss, he's my brother," Dean corrected right away.

"Brother? I didn't know you had a brother, Dean."

"Yea, I think I forgot, Miss, I'm sorry," he smiled. "And this Miss Joanna, Sir."

"Hello," Joanne held out her hand.

"He..llo..," Samuel smiled as he reached for the girl's hand.

"Are you sick?"

"Yes, Joanne, he's sick, and he needs to rest," Castiel interupted, as he knew Joanne wouldn't stop asking.

"Mother said that Dean is sick too, he's hurt."

"No, Miss, I'm okay, honest," Dean answered right away; he didn'twant to worry his little master.

"No, Jo, Dean is fine, he's not hurting. Now, let Dean have some time with his little brother for a while."

"But i want to stay, i still miss Dean."

"You can, later, he needs to be with his brother, okay, Joanne?" Castiel enforced sternly.

Joanne pouted her lips, but nodded slightly, "Okay. See you later, Dean..."

"See you too, Miss,"he murmured as he watched the girl with a sad face being led out by Sir Castiel.

Dean turned back to his little master who was pouting.

"What is it, Master?"

"Is..s..he..yo..ur..M..iss..y?"

"No, Sir..."

"O..ow," Samuel breathed heavily which soon lead to a coughing fit.

"Sssh...it's okay, Sir..," Dean rubbed the boys back. "Breath slowly Sir..," and slowly brought a glass of water to his lips.

"C..call..me.. Sa..mu..el.., no, S..Sir!" Samuel stated during his coughing.

"Okay, Si..Samuel...,"Dean muttered even now struggling to call him anything less than Sir.

"Breakfast, Samuel," Castiel came back in to the room carrying a tray of breakfast.

"N..o.., hu..ngry.., c..an'..t..e..at," he gasped in pain.

"I'll help you, Sir," Dean took the tray, and was ready to feed the boy like he used to do.

"No..S..Sir..Dean..,"

"Alright, no, Sir, forgive me. Then let me feed you, Samuel...? Will you let your big brother feed you?"

Samuel face split into a huge grin as he nodded, "Please..,"

Dean smiled and started to feed the boy. He was glad he still had the power to make the boy eat.

Castile smiled while he watched the two brothers bonding.

Dean was left to take care of Samuel while he was recovering himself. He never let Samuelbe alone while he was still sick. Dean would stay with Samuel, taking care of him and tending to everyone of Samuel's needs. It was really like Deanwas serving his Little Master,well until Samuel was fully recovered anyway. Samuel had a big spirit to live, especially when Joanne kept him company.

Though through all this Dean just couldn't help but crave an explanation... He needed to know what really happened to him. Why he became a slave,and whether he had been in slavery the whole of his life. These questions and thirst for answers were torturing him. But to ask the Lordfor some answers, was something he wouldn't dare to do. So hefor now he was just waiting.

Two days had passed; John hadn't said a word as he avoided the boy knowing full well that Dean was still afraid of him. Bobby suggested he should stay away from the boy for awhile until he could accept that John wouldn't attempt to hurt him anymore. The only way that Deanwould be accepting of him, was to know the whole truth. But honestly,he wasn't sure he was ready to know yet. The fear of Dean hating him after he told him everything was torturing him. But Dean had to know, he really should tell the boy.

"De..ee, it w..as f..at..her's f..au..lt," Samuel said still in pain.

Dean numbed. "You don't know that."

"Ye..s I..do! R..ro..sa told..me.." Samuel insisted.

Dean paled. 'So Rosa knew too?'

"S..he..kn..ew..ab..out..yo..u..., b..ut...n't..any..thin. She..fea..red...f..ath..er."

Dean fell silent as he attempted to absorb the words.

"W..ill..you..for..give..him..Dea..an..?"

Dean was shocked with the question. He looked in to those little eyes.

"I..w..il..not," Samuel stated.

Dean bit his lips, and smiled. "Now, go rest, Samuel...," he rubbed Samuel's back and watched him fall asleep. He had to wait until Samuel was sleep. He didn't want Samuel to hear what The Lord told him. Samuel claimed he knew the full story from Rosa...but could she be wrong? He expected something different from what he was thinking of. He was still hoping that it wasn't a bad story, and that it will all end in forgiveness.

He waited until Samuel fell asleep,and slowly rose up and walked out as he knew outside waiting for him was Lord Winchester, Sir Bobby, and Sir Castiel.

Dean walked nervously to the table where the three men were waiting for him.

"Dean, please, sit," Sir Bobby sat on the edge of the table while Sir Castiel and Lord Winchester were on either of his sides.

Dean nodded and lowered his body into the chair nervously.

"How you feeling, now, Dean?" Sir Castiel asked him warmly like usual.

"Much better, Sir, thank you," Dean smiled a little.

"Good, so we think you are ready for this," Castiel smiled, and turned to Lord Winchester.

Dean didn't look to the Lord as he wasn't allowed to do it.

"Dean..."

Dean jumpedat the call of his name.

"Look at me, son."

An order was still an order. He slowly looked up to the Lord Master.

"Please, do not be afraid of me..., I'm nothere to hurt you, i'm here to give you the explaination you have been waiting for."

Dean bit his lips with his nerves increasing every second that passed.

"Are you ready, Dean, because it will not be pleasant, son, but i have to tell you this. By the end of the story, i will ask you for your forgiveness, and i hope you can forgive me,"

Dean remained silent, not daring to say a word, so he nodded instead.

"Alright!" John took a very deep breath preparing himself.

"Son, forgive me,... forgive me for I'm the one who threw you away. I was the one who seperated you from your mother, and I was the one who put you in the slave house. I'm the one who made you a slave, son."

Dean's breath stopped right there as he heard those words. His heart was beating so fast in denial.

Both Bobby and Castiel was shocked with the straight words coming from the Lord like he wasn't giving the boy a chance for a break. They looked to Dean in worry and their anticipation about his reaction was clear in their eyes.

Dean breath heavily as he tried to control his emotions. It wasn't like what he wanted to hear, not like this. So it was true? What Samuel had said was true, it was their father's fault?'

"Dean?" Bobby called out in worry when the boy had been silent for too long.

"Forgive me, son," murmured John.

"Why?" a cracking voice come out of pale lips.

John gasped at the quiet question. He took a deep breath before revealing the truth.

"My egois responsible and my naivety for believing you is the proof of your mother's unfaithfullness."

Dean held his breath once again.

"I found your mother walking with a young slave before I knew she was carrying you. I thought she had had an affair with the slave and that they were having you together."

Dean started to breath heavily.

"I forgave your mother, but couldn't get out of the belief that you are his and not mine. Even when you were born, and I looked at your white bright skin to show me that you are really mine, I just couldn't see that. I didn't want to see that. I was an angry man at that time. I was blind. I was the one who put you in the slave house and sold you away. I was still blind even after I had found you and brought you back. Part of me want to believe that you are my son, but the other part that was stronger still believed that youwere that slave's. So i treated youlike one. I even made you a personal slave for Samuel, your own brother. "

Dean gasped with the whole story he had just heard. He didn't want to believe it, but he guessed that it was the whole story. He was the unexpected child. 'Oh, God' And his father was the one who had done that, who had made him a slave, and live a life of cruelty that was slavery. Tears ran down to his cheeks. He brushed them away with the back of his hand quickly.

"I was still in denial for years afterwards and it wasn't until your mother visited me and revealed the truth did I believe. She opened my eyes, and showed me that you are my really son. You are a true Winchester."

Dean was silent, his tears didn't stop falling. Once again he wiped them away.

"Forgive me, son. I'm really, really sorry. I don't deserveyour forgiveness, but I hope you can forgive me."

Dean took a very deep breath,refusing to look into the Lord's eyes.

"Thank you, Milord, thank you ..."he muttered trying so hard to control his emotions "I need to be excused now..., excuse me," he rose up, and ran to his room.

"DEAN!" John yelled.

"No, let him be," Bobby stopped the Lord. "He needs to absorb what you have just told him. You know it wasn't a good story to hear, not for him."

John sighed and nodded. "Does he hate me?"

"I don't know, but what you have done, was not something easily to forgive."

"I know," John sighed in hopelessness. And nowhe could only praythat one day Dean could forgive him.

SPN

Dean laid on his bed with tears streaming down his cheeks. He had never cried like this before. He could bear the pain, but the pain he felt now hurt more than anything he had ever had to endure before. It hurt so much to know he had been dumped by his own father and that he was the one who was responsible for his life of slavery. The whips, the kicks, the brands... he received all of them from his father, only because he had believed he was the son of that slave. A wrong assumption had forced him into a life of slavery. God, that hurt so much.

Dean couldn't stop the tears. He cried, he cried and cried until he fell asleep his heart slowly breaking in the process.

Little Dean wathced in fear as the crate entered through the big gate and his eyes locked onto the sight of the massive mansion with the large grape field behind it. So this was his new home. He felt nervous, he just couldn't imagine what life he would have here, hopefully a very nice life.

The crate was lead to the back area and he wasn't surprised to see so many slaves out there. It stopped before the house. Dean guessed that this was the slave house.

He heard the door open.

"Get out!" somebody yelled pulling him out with the other slaves.

He was lead to a barn with his legs and hands still chained to the other new slaves. And he was shocked what was waiting for them. They were lined up ready to be branded.

A slave behind tried to struggle to rebel, but only to receive lash. Dean yelped as felt the lash strike his back and fell to the ground.

Another whack.

"Move it!"

They were lead to the branding man.

8 years old Dean was forced to see a man being branded. He closed his eyes, hearing the screams and hissing sounds. And when it was his turn, Dean couldn't move his legs as he was petrified. A hard kick landed onhis legs, making him fall tothe groundwhere he was then dragged to the table.

Roughly they ripped his only shirt, positioning him on his back.

Tears ran down his dirty cheek as his legs trembled. His heart was beating so fast, and a second later, a hot iron was pressed on Dean's right shoulder. They could hear Dean's screams echoing throughout the slave's house. It was smoking and hissing as Dean's young flesh burned.

"There you go, you are now Lord's Winchester property,"the branding guy sneered ignoring the little boy's cries.

TBC