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Dean sighed still unbelievable to meet these kindest people in his life. Never thought there would such people like them. They are saving his life from death door, giving him a good shelter, taking good care him, and mostly, treating him like a human, not as a slave.

"Mrs. Ellen, Sir Bobby, thankyou very for gave anything to live for. If I could repay for all your kindest, I will, and I'll try to repay it all."

"No, sweetheart…," Ellen hushed him. "All we need is, you are safe and happy…, that all, that's all we asked from you."

Dean nodded with smiled. "Thankyou."

Ellen nodded and hugged him and kissed him again. So clear, she just couldn't let the boy go. Dean was like son she never had.

And with the last words and hugged from The Harvelle and The Singer, Dean walked off from that safety home, for the journey home with little brother and his father. To HIS HOME.

Dean took a very deep breath, to prepare what he might to feel, when he's arrived there. He jusr wished, he was strong enough to feel anything he would there. And the most thing he felt now is, he was walking home with his little brother. That was enough for him.

Chapter 34

It felt strange for Dean to ride side by side with Lord Master and Samuel while Master Castiel rode behind them. Dean had his own horse and not being on the back of it made him feel strange. Both Samuel and Master smiled happily at him, as if he completed the family and they couldn't wait to bring him home. Dean could only wish that everything would be fine, as he didn't want to go to that house again. He shivered in sudden realization where he was heading, back to his miserable house. He gulped nervously. Dean looked at his companions uneasily. Fortunately they didn't notice. They were too happy about bringing home their missing family member to notice, but Castiel noticed.

"You alright, Dean," Sir Castiel's soft voice made Dean jump; as he didn't notice the master was riding beside him.

Dean gulped, "Yes, I'm alright, Sir, thank you."

Castiel scanned the boy with disbelief, "Are you sure?"

"Yes!" Dean replied taking a deep breath to control his nerves while giving the man a calm smile.

Castiel smiled back and decided to watch the boy even closer.

They had ridden for two days, and every mile caused Dean to become more nervous with the closer they got to the mansion. Finally they arrived.

"We're home Dean!" Samuel exclaimed happily as they reached the gate.

Lord Winchester glanced to his older son with a glad smile on his face, while Dean felt numb and his face paled.

Here he was, back home to the house he had spent half of his life being tortured in. The atmosphere was intense with the cold natured cruelty he had once received. His misery hung in the air as Dean gulped. His stomach screamed out his nerves. He really wanted to retreat.

"Dean, are you alright son?"

Dean jumped as the voice broke through his thoughts. He swallowed hard. "Yes, I'm alright, Master, forgive me ….." He looked to Samuel who now looked at him with concern. He sent a comforting smile, "I'm alright, Samuel…."

Samuel bit his lip and nodded.

"YOU, SLAVE!" a familiar voice shouted causing Dean to jump and almost fall from his horse. Cold blood rushed through his veins as he saw the other scary figure in his life, approaching them.

"Master, you got him back!" Cruel smirked happily while an evil expression crossed his face. "Leave him to me, Master, he'll receive the best lashes he has ever had, won't you Slave!?" he sneered to the pale and trembling boy. "And what nice clothes you are wearing there, slave?" Cruel grabbed Dean's collar.

But to Cruel's surprise, Lord Master had drawn his sword on him, causing Cruel to stiffen instantly.

"Lay your hands on him; I will cut your throat."

Cruel gasped.

"He is not your slave, he is your master now, and he is my son! So show him some respect. Greet him properly now!" Lord Master commanded with a stern voice.

Cruel gulped in shock, he couldn't believe what he had just heard. Was master joking around? But Master's sword was still held against his throat. No, master wasn't messing around.

He swallowed hard, and slowly released the collar, "Y...Yes... Milord… have mercy …" he took a little bow, and retreated.

Dean was still in shock and his body felt numb. His heart pounded in his chest, his whole body was trembling and his lips felt dry.

Castiel looked at the state that Dean was in.

"Dean… are you alright?"

Samuel turned to Dean, "Dean…, it's alright, he can't hurt you anymore …."

"Yes, Son, he will never lay his dirty hands on you again…, I promise," John added nervously.

Dean swallowed hard. "Thank you …," he uttered politely.

John was speechless; he never thought he had gone as far as destroying Dean's life.

He took a deep breath, "Come …, Rosa is waiting for us."

It took a few minute for Dean to control his emotions, before he nodded and followed his father.

Castiel scanned the boy. This is what he had been afraid of. This place still haunted Dean meaning that Dean wouldn't feel safe. And that overseer was one of those things. Guess he really needs to take care of Dean. He was still vulnerable meaning he could hurt easily both physically and mentally. He took a deep breath before following after the three Winchesters.

Looking around nervously Dean let his gaze wonder and he spotted the slaves working in the fields. It was then that he heard the screams, he heard women crying and it felt like a punch to the stomach. There was a whipping occurring on the whipping post. That captured figure who was pleading and crying with each stroke the overseer gave him could just as easily be his friend. Dean felt sick now, he wanted to puke. It used to be him tied to that whipping post; it used to be him being whipped. Dean's body continued to tremble and his face drained of any remaining colour.

John noticed his son's reaction.

"Cruel! Stop the whipping and release her, then tend to the wounds!"

Cruel numbed, "But Master, she was trying to steal food _" he choked as the sword was pressed against his neck once more.

"Release her, now, or I'll have you tied on that post, I'll whip you myself."

Cruel gulped, "Aye Master….,"

"NOW!"

"Yes, Master!" Cruel stammered as he ran to the post.

John looked to his son with concern in his eyes.

"Dean ….?" He asked gently but still caused the boy to jump.

"Forgive me, master," Dean apologised getting down from his horse and running to the nearest tree, expelling the contents of his stomach when he reached it.

"Dean !" Samuel and Castiel ran towards Dean.

Castiel waited till Dean had finished. It was an under stable reaction.

John watched his boy full of guilt. There was so much that needed to be done in order to make Dean feel more comfortable and to fix their relationship.

"Dean, you alright?" Castiel touched the boy's trembling shoulder when Dean was finished then wiped at his mouth.

"Yes, Master, I'm alright," he replied as he was trying to control his emotions. His face was white.

"Here, drink this …," Castiel gave him some water.

Dean took it and drank slowly.

"Thank you, Master…., forgive me….," he said then he met his lord master sad eyes who couldn't say a word to him.

Castiel just nodded and rubbed the boy gently.

"Dean, you alright ….?"

Dean's head lifted up at the small voice before him, his eyes connected with Samuel's sad eyes. Dean forced a smile.

"Yes, I'm alright, Master, I'm alright…."

"Master Samuel…., Milord …..." a gentle woman's voice called out.

Samuel's head whipped around and exclaimed happily, "Rosa, please, help Dean…."

"Dean….?" Rosa heart leapt as she the state that the boy was in. "Is that you, boy….?" She asked smiling happily inside.

"Yeah, it's me, Rosa…," Dean replied giving her a nice comforting smile.

"Rosa, you were right, Dean is my brother, and we are bringing him home!" Samuel exclaimed with a wide smile.

Rosa felt numb, she bravely looked into her Lord Master's eyes for confirmation and he nodded and smiled at her in response.

Relief washed over her. She pulled the boy into a big warm hug.

"Owh, Dean…, my boy… Young Master ….," she murmured as tears of relief ran down her cheek but it was then that she noticed the boy's trembling form.

"Rosa lead on Dean come inside…," John spoke.

"Come… come … let's get you inside, Master …..." she said as she led the boy to the house he was still in her warm arms. There's no doubt about how easy it was for her to call Dean her Master, to her Dean had always been her little master.

Castiel sighed in relief at the gentle woman. No doubt, that must be Rosa, the other good thing in Dean's life here. The Mother hen maid. He followed them soundlessly.

Another strange feeling washed over Dean has Rosa lead him through the front door into the house. It had always been forbidden for him to come through the front door as slaves were banned from using that entrance. Yet Rosa still led him into the living room with Lord Master, Sir Castiel and Samuel. It still didn't feel like this was his place.

"Rosa, please have Dean a room prepared right beside Samuel's room, and one other for our guest, Sir Castiel. He has saved Dean, a lot …. "

Rosa looked to the kind face master, and smiled politely, confused by the sudden nice gentle tone from her Lord Master. Lord Winchester had changed.

"Welcome, Sir, and thank you very much for saving my master."

Castiel smiled politely, "It's been my pleasure, Ma'am …."

"I will have Master Dean's room prepared and dinner will be served in half an hour. I'll bring you some hot tea ….," she said as she dismissed herself to prepare everything.

"So, Dean…., welcome home, son, it's your home …... "Lord Winchester greeted gently as he didn't know what to expect about Dean's reaction. "And forgive me for the uncomfortable sight. I promise I will put this right; I will make sure they are punished less and treated better. Don't worry Cruel will suffer the consequences."

Dean held his breath to absorb the words. Was it real? Was it just a dream? Would this moment vanish and turn to violence with the Lord Master kicking him, beating him, slapping him or at worse bending him over and striking the cane on his back. All it took was one blink to see those images flashing back.

But nothing happened. Lord Master was still standing there smiling while Samuel was grinning like he never had before his happiness clear for all to see. Sir Castiel smiled and nodded though he still did not say a single word.

"Please, sit, Dean…, it's your chair too….,"

Dean looked to the chair, hesitated to sit ….,'Not my chair, couldn't sit there' or there will be a whack or a kick. Slave should sit with his master, not on the chair. He looked to the floor, ready to drop to his knees however Samuel grabbed him by the hand and forced him to sit in the chair.

Dean gulped nervously, 'No… please, no… not before Lord Master…'

"It's alright, Dean…, it's alright , you can sit there ….," John convinced his son as he noticed Dean's frightened reaction at sitting in the chair after all it had been him to create that rule that no slave was to sit with his master on a chair.

Dean swallowed hard.

"Here, drink this …," Samuel served him a cup of tea and handed it to his brother.

Dean took it, "Thank you, Samuel" he thanked and sipped it slowly.

Dean sat with discomfort. His heart beat so fast, his hands felt so cold, and he was so nervous! He felt uneasy finding it hard to accept his current situation. No one spoke as all eyes were directed towards him, each pair showing their concern and this just caused Dean's uneasiness to increase. Thank god Rosa chose that time to appear.

"The room is ready, Sir…, you may come…," she said softly directing her speech to Dean.

"Aah….," John sighed gladly, "I think it's better for you to rest. It's been a long journey here, son. You need rest…., Samuel will accompany you …. ."

Samuel smiled wide, "Come brother. Come to you room …," he uttered as he pulled Dean's hand and led him upstairs.

"And please, Sir Castiel, you may rest as well …, Rosa will lead the way."

Castiel nodded, "Thank you, Milord…," he followed the gentle maid.

Dean held his breath as he came to his room, right before Samuel's room.

"Dean…., welcome to your room, it's your bedroom, Dean…" Samuel greeted him grinning. "Come try, your bed," he patted the cozy nice bed.

Hesitating, Dean walked to the bed and sat there. So soft, warm, and luxurious. Dean closed his eyes, once again preparing himself for the possibility that this could just be a dream and that everything would vanish in one blink. But nothing happened. He was still sat there, with Samuel.

"It is not a dream, Dean…., it's real. You are home now, "Samuel spoke beside him, hugging his left arm tight.

Dean turned to him and hugged him tightly.

"Yes, Samuel I'm home,"

"Do not go again, Dean," Samuel's voice cracked as he broke down in tears "I need you to be here, I want my brother here with me."

"I will not go again, Samuel, I will not leave you, I promise."

The hug got even tighter as Samuel continued to sob quietly.

"Ssh…... don't cry, Samuel, I'm here …I'm here …." he rubbed his baby brother's back.

"I knew you would come home son," a gentle voice broke through the silence making the boy's pull away, the owner of the voice slowly approaching them.

"Rosa …," Dean smiled and hugged the surrogate mother.

Rose hugged him tight, "Please forgive me, Sir, I wish I could have done more to keep you safe, and to let your father see the truth earlier. I have let your mother down…."

"It's alright, Rosa, you know you couldn't, not with Lord Master, nobody could…. But I think I'm home now….," that still seemed strange for Dean to say.

Rosa nodded and smiled, "Yes, you are home, Sir…, my Young Master…," she caressed his cheeks with her warm hands.

"Please, Rosa, it's still just Dean, not Sir or young master," Dean insisted as he blushed.

Rosa just smiled and nodded hugging him once more and kissing him on the top of his head.

She looked to Samuel and smiled, "Come here …" she opened arms for Samuel, and the little boy joined them onto the warmest arms of their surrogate mother.

TBC