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"I know you will be home, son ….," a gently voice came through the door, made them pulled away as she approached them.

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

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

"Its alright, Rosa …, you know you couldn't, not with Lord Master…., nobody could…. But I think I'm home now….," even its still little bit strange for Dean to say it.

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

"Please, Rosa, its still Dean…, not Sir and young master ….," he blushed.

Rosa just smiled nodded, and hugged him once more, kissed him on the head.

Chapter 35

Rosa was still hugging the two boys lovingly when a young female slave interrupted them.

"Dinner is ready; Masters, Young Master Dean and Young Master Samuel are expected to attend."

Rosa sighed with a small smile, "Well now, its dinner time love," she cupped the boy's cheek gently.

"Come Dean…, let's have dinner, I'm starving!" Samuel exclaimed happily however Dean felt nothing but nerves.

"Dinner with the Lord?" Dean questioned looking to his brother.

"Of course Dean with father and with Sir Castiel too."

Dean shook his head, "No, Samuel, I will not have dinner with The Lord I can not want to sit with him;" he exclaimed his face draining of colour.

"Of course you can, and you will Dean," Samuel insisted. "You are his son, no longer a slave, here."

Dean numbed. 'Yes, he's no longer a slave but did he really have to sit together with the Lord for dinner?

"No, Samuel … I cannot. Can't I have it out back later?"

"No, Dean! You are part of the family now…, you shall have dinner with us, together as a family!"

Dean bit his lip in hesitation.

"Come, Dean," Samuel grabbed Dean's hand and started to pull him towards the dining room.

Walking to the dining room Dean felt dread wash over him, more than he had expected, especially since Lord Master and Sir Castiel was waiting for them to arrive. He had never liked the dining room.

John smiled glad to see Dean coming to join him however this happiness faded as he noticed how tense his boy looked.

"It's alright, Dean…, come let's eat together, please do not be afraid," John spoke as gently as he could. "Please sit."

Dean gulped and nodded. He slowly sat down on the chair right beside Samuel. It took some time for his heartbeat to relax.

For a moment Dean couldn't move. His heart beat so fast. He glanced towards Sir Castiel who was looking at him with concern in his eyes. He tried to smile.

He jumped a little as a servant placed something on his plate and poured him some water. He had never been served in here before. He was dead nervous. Should he really eat in here with these masters around him?

"It's okay, Dean….," Samuel tried to comfort his brother. "Here….," he added with enthusiasm standing up to reach for the meat in the process. But at the same time his head collided with a tray that was being carried by a young female slave. The tray flew through the air and landed heavily on the floor. The sound boomed throughout the room causing everyone to freeze in their current position as they watched the food spill out all over the floor. Dean closed his eyes not wanting to see the incident.

"Have mercy, Milord!" cried the servant slave as her trembling form fell to the floor attempting to clean up the mess.

"Forgive me, Father, forgive!" Samuel cried in fear then got down to help the servant.

Dean was on high alert, not even looking towards the Lord as he helped his slave friend mentally preparing himself for what might come ahead.

"Forgive me, Dean…," Dean could hear both the young girl slave's and Samuel's tremble voice as they knew of the impending danger from the Lord.

"It alright, master, I will take care of it. Lord Master won't punish you, I will take care of it" he comforted the girl and his friend. He knew what will happen next and he wished he could carry the punishment alone instead of putting his young friend through the torture. How many canes or lashes or whacks were waiting? He didn't know.

As they finished cleaning up they both stood up feeling the tight tension in the room as no one seemed to know just what was coming next.

"Take her out for 20 lashes!" The Lord shouted harshly, his voice causing a shiver to run down Dean's spine.

"Father, NO! It's not her fault!" Samuel protested. "It's my fault!"

"Yes, your fault, son!" The furious Master yelled turning to stare at Dean sternly, his expression showing his boiling anger inside of him like he was ready to explode.

Dean gasped, he knew what was going to come next and he held his breath as The Lord pulled out his cane. Where was it going to be now?

"Palms down on the table."

Trembling Dean placed his palms on the table showing off his full set of old scars that littered across his palms.

"No, father!" cried Samuel in protest, but was immediately held back by Rosa who was trying to save the little boy.

"Father, please don't punish him, father!" Samuel cried, but there was no chance that the Lord Master would listen to him, and no chance to save Dean from his punishment.

Dean stayed silent in preparation as he saw the cane in the air ready to whack him.

He braced himself as the HARD full force of the cane landed on his palms.

WHACK!

The cane landed with such force that his finger bones cracked and open welts appeared on his skin, oozing blood.

Dean choked in shock but managed to stop the screams. He felt his heart stop beating as great pain flare up through his palms to his arms. He almost face planted the floor but somehow remained standing the best he could.

Another WHACK landed hard with the same force.

Dean closed his eyes trying to control the unbearable pain across his palms. It was becoming increasingly harder to stand now, his eyes blurred with tears however he refused to let them fall.

"No, father, please stop, it's not Dean's fault, father, please stop!" Samuel struggled, trying to break free from Rosa's strong gentle hands. "Rosa, please, make father stop!" he cried.

"Forgive me Master, I can't," she cried at the thought that there wasn't much she could do for the boy.

By the fifth whack Dean could no longer stand on his feet as his whole body was trembling due to the horrible pain. His palms were covered by wide open welts and blood. Sweat poured over his head as he tried to control the pain and stop himself from screaming.

"Get up, Dean, it's not over yet…., get up!" John yelled

Dean tried to get up but he fell to his knees, he tried his best to stop his palms from slipping off of the table ready for the next strike. He closed his eyes controlling his breathing.

"Dean… Dean….?"

He heard the voice but couldn't open his eyes.

"Dean…!" someone shook his shoulder calling out his name at the same time.

Dean finally opened his eyes and noticed Samuel and Rose staring at him with worry in their eyes.

"Please get up, Dean…, it's alright …, no punishment…" Rosa cupped both of his hands in hers.

Dean blinked his eyes opened, he realized that he was kneeling with his hands outstretched in front of him, offering them towards Rosa; however she grasped them and held them closed. He looked around and saw the mess of the food still on the floor. The young girl continued to stand there trembling. Dean frowned confused about what had happened but it was clear that no one had sent her for twenty lashes. So it was a dream. But what of the Lord Master? Fearfully he looked up to The Lord who surprised him by just standing there with sad regretful eyes gazing in his direction.

"No, punishment, Dean," The Lord stated sadly shaking his head.

Dean looked at Sir Castiel who was just staring at him with a concerned look and still not saying a single word.

"Dean, father will not punish you," Samuel almost cried. "And forgive me for the mess."

It too Dean a while to absorb the words.

"Come, get up, son …," Rosa helped him to stand

Hesitating he got up and met the Lord Master's warm eyes.

"Forgive me, Dean," he said with a truly regretful voice.

Dean didn't replyas he was still not sure.

John drew in a deep breath; he glanced towards Sir Castiel and noticed the man's discomfort before turning his attention back to his children.

"Excuse me; I will have my dinner in my chamber. Please continue….," with that he left the dinner room, leaving his guest and his two boys still in shock. But he knew Rosa would handle it well.

It took a moment for Dean to realize had happened. So no punishment. No one got punished.

"Forgive me, Dean ….," Samuel sobbed running into his brother's arms.

Dean hugged him trying to breathe normally and get that horrible vision out of his mind but he couldn't as it had seemed so real.

"Dean, would you like to eat out back?" Rosa tried to offer, as she noticed the boy couldn't continue eating his dinner here.

Dean glanced to her and nodded, "Yes, please."

"I'm coming with you, Dean," Samuel was still in his arms.

Rosa nodded and smiled.

"May I join?" Castiel spoke up, he didn't want to be left behind in light of his unpleasant incident.

The rest of the evening after dinner went slow. There was not much left to say though Dean and Samuel attempted to maintain a sense of normalcy. They spent their time in Samuel's chamber, well that was until Samuel had fallen asleep. Dean watched his baby brother sleep peacefully. Rosa had left them alone.

Castiel had expected that it wouldn't be easy for Dean to come back to this house and pretend that nothing had happened here before, after all this whole place was just one big nightmare to the boy. He could tell that not one single activity here went without punishment it appeared that the boy had spent his whole life receiving punishments for his little Master. It wasn't healthy for Dean to stay here he would have to keep a close eye on the boy.

"Can I come in Dean?" Castiel asked after knocking onthe door.

"Sir Castiel…, of course, please comes in," Dean smiled at the man as he made his way into the room.

Castiel smiled a bit relieved to see Dean's happy face. He looked okay now. Castiel looked to Samuel and smiled.

"He looks so peaceful."

Dean turned to his brother and smiled, "Yes, he looks so peaceful and angelic when he's sleeping."

Castiel sighed, "How are you feeling Dean?"

He turned to his kindest Master; "Yes, I'm alright, Sir, thank you," Dean forced a smile. "And forgive me for what happened in the dining room."

Castiel nodded, "It's alright. How are you really feeling?" he asked the boy once again.

Dean bit his lip. He knew what that question meant.

"I'm alright, Sir."

"Are you sure Dean?" he asked carefully.

"I'm home Sir, with Master Samuel, my brother, I'll be alright thank you very much Sir."

Castiel went silent; he noticed that Dean was still trying to accept that he was fine coming back here, that he could look past the nightmares and see that everything was fine. Castiel knew then that he would have to stay behind Dean, shadow him for a while until he was sure that Dean really could have a stable life here.

Castiel nodded and sighed, "Alright, if you say so but I want you to know I'm here…, you can tell me anything, it will be good for you to let your feelings out even when you feel that you can't take it anymore."

Dean bit his lip"Yes, thank you, sir."

Castiel nodded, "Alright, guess I'm gonna leave you to rest. We'll talk again tomorrow."

Dean nodded and watched the master leave the chamber.

He took a deep breath, and glanced once more to his baby brother to make sure that he was still asleep.

He kissed Samuel's forehead before slumping down on the hard floor, he laid his body down attempting to get some sleep and praying that his bad dreams wouldn't return. That he wouldn't be forced to go through the kicks, the shouts and the whips any longer. He settled himself on the floor knowing that as he was at the Lord Master's mansion and not at Sir Castiel's his place would remain on the floor like it always had before.

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John cursed himself for what he had done to his boy. He really had destroyed Dean mentally, caused his boy to become fearful and suffer unimaginable trauma by his own hands. God those memories, all the horrible things he had done to his boy...how were he meant to fix that? He didn't want his Dean to be haunted by the trauma and the terror of what he had received in his eight years of being a slave. God Lord what had he done?

"Oh, Lord... Mary, forgive me. Please, give me a chance to fix everything. Let everything be okay, don't let me hurt our boy again...,"

He took a deep breath and then walked to the boy's chambers needing to see him now, half expecting Dean to be asleep by now.

He opened the door to Samuel's chamber as he believed Dean would be with his baby brother. But to his surprise he only found Samuel on his big bed, no Dean. He guessed that he must have been in his own chamber.

He made his way to Dean's chamber to check but his heart stopped when the boy wasn't there either. The bed was so neat, like it had never been used. Fears rushed through him. Where was Dean?

He went to check in on Samuel's chamber again. His heart panged in pain as he noticed a figure curled up in the fetal position upon the floor.

"Oh Dean...," he picked up the boy surprised at how light his boy was. How old was he ? 16?

He sighed in pain as he placed the boy gently down on Samuel's bed, right beside his brother. Thank the Lord that both of them didn't wake up.

He covered Dean with the shared blanket. He then kissed the oldest one on his forehead; this was probably the first time he had made physical contact with the boy since he had found out the truth. This was probably the first time he had touched the boy without the intention of meaning him harm. Another pained sigh escaped his lips.

He watched the two boys sleeping peacefully, especially Dean,

"I promise, Dean, I will make everything alright, you will be just fine here. Just give me that chance."

With that last glance he walked out silently, praying for a better tomorrow.

TBC

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