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Where you see 3 stars is where it turns super dark. This chapter will turn very dark.

WARNINGS: Parental incest, non con/rape cursing.

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Dean was terrified. He didn't know what Sam would do on his offer. He really wish John wouldn't of taken up on Bobby's offer. Sam seemed nice but so did all of other of John's friends. The worst one was Jeff. His dad partnered up with him on hunts all the time. Jeff was huge and mean. He was a bigger jerk then John and that's saying something. His dad still hit harder or whatevr. Anyway he was still grateful for the wrong timing of Sam coming. Not that the punishment was gone. He just didn't have to go through it soon.

Oh shit. What is he going to take to do for my offer. Dean's breath started quickening and his heart started racing. His vision was swimming.

"Dean…Dean. Oh shit. Dean relax. It's okay." He heard Sam talking.

Suddenly Sam was right beside him. He was rubbing soothing circles in the middle of his back. Dean's breathing started slowing down. He was still tense but he was a lot calmer.

"What made you have a panic attack Dean?" Sam asked.

Dean shook his head. He didn't want to answer it.

"Tell me…Please" Sam begged.

Dean winced and took a deep breath. Of course he would order Dean to tell him. It was never any different. He would of not answered but his dad ordered him to listen to him. "I thought of John, then Jeff and then how you would… um, take, um, take up on my offer." He stammered.

Dean turned beat red and looked down. He refused to meet Sam's eye.

Sam froze in his crouch in shock. Dean thought that he was going to use him for sex or worse. Sam wanted to kill John. He had no idea who Jeff was but it didn't sound good from how terrified and ashamed Dean sounded. This was riduclous. Suddenly Sam formed a small plan.

"Dean, my favour is for you to eat an actual meal." Sam said sincerely.

Dean looked upquickly. Shock was clear on his face. Sam swore. Who knew what a decent mea;l was to him.

"My version of a decent meal." Sam added quickly Dean nodded and looked at his hands. Sam got up quietly and they went to a nice restraunt. They walked in, and Sam could tell Dean was severly uncomfortable. They sat in the corner at the end of the restraunt, secluded by most people. Sam ordered coffee and Dean ordered water, despite Sam's objections. Sam was upset. He didn't want to order Dean to do anything but he might have to for a meal.

"Can I help you?" an older man asked. The older man laughed at their confused faces. "Yeah, the manager is doing actually doing work. We are really busy." He explained.

Sam nodded. "Can I get a 8 oz steak with a baked potato." He ordered.

The manager nodded and looked at Dean. Dean jerked his head up from the menu.

"Um…The same but, with um fries instead?" Dean said flustered.

The manager nodded and walked away after putting down a pitcher of water, and a pot of coffee. Sam watched Dean. He kept his eyes on the table or his hands. Which shook when he went to gett water. Sam rubbed his face. He needed Dean to admit it. No, not yet. He was going to ask and gauge Dean's reaction. He wanted every doubt erased. He also wanted Dean trust a bit to get him away from his father. Their food was quickly delivered.

Sam ate and continued to watch, but out of the corner of his eye. Dean cut the steak up into tiny pieces and ate a couple. He then chewed on a couple fries and gulped down two glasses of water.

"Dean, does your dad abuse you and let other people do it too?" Sam asked calmly.

Dean choked on the fry.

Shit, shit. Dad's kill me. I can't believe Sam found out.

"N nnno. He wo wouldn't do, wouldn't do that." Dean stuttered out.

"Okay. Please eat a little more and we can go." Sam suggested.

Dean didn't miss the emphasis on the world please. He nodded and felt relieved. Sam seemed to believe him. He ate a little bit less than half. He was too jittery and he wasn't allowed to be full. His dad would know. The manager came up and gave them the check.

" Hey can we get a 16 ounce steak and a double order of fries?" Dean asked.

"Yeah just add it to the bill." Sam added, handing him a credit card. ***

***Dean liked Sam. He seemed to be a nice guy. He was relieved that Sam was getting them dinner. They drove in silence and made it to the hotel without a hitch. They said good bye and Dean opened the hotel door. He scanned the room quickly and saw three beer bottles. Dean mentally cursed. Today was just a bad day. A really bad day. His dad thundered over to him.

"You let Sam take you to a nice restraunt? Your stupid. You should be ashamed." His Dad said, his voice cold.

"Sorry sir. He kind of ordered me to go." Dean winced. He realized too late that he should of stayed quiet.

John's face darkened. "So you follow his orders better than mine. You stupid little bitch.. In the closet now and strip." He growled.

He yanked the food out of Dean's hand and put it on the table. Dean rushed to the closet and straipped. He stood there terrified. Dean cowered when John walked grabbed Dean's hands roughly and tied them to the rack on top. He then shoved Dean into the wall pinning him. Not that Dean could of moved. Then it hit him. He can't believe he forgot! It was the night his mother got tortured on burned to death today. He was stupider than hell. He felt the similar feeling in his gut. That he deserved to be punished. Then it has been coming up for more than 6 years now. His eyes teared up. He wished his mom was here. Then his punishment wouldn't be so bad.

"You are a big fucking disappointment. I've tried so hard to make you a good son. But nothing ever fucking works. Your just to damn stupid. I guess it's good your not ugly." John ranted at him.

Dean caught a hunting knife out the corner of his eye. Tears started rolling down his cheeks as john slashed his sides, arms, ribs then went up to Dean's collar bone and pressed the knife in hard. Dean muffled a moan of pain as he guided it to his shoulder. Dean gasped when he saw his father's eyes. They were full of hatred, cold and wrath. Dean knew that he was gonna feel it too. He heard the sound of a zipper and started to sob silently. He just wanted to die. He didn't know how much more he could take.

"Yeah sob like a baby. I love seeing you broken and hlepless. But it will be okay after this. You will have learned your lesson." John said.

Dean could hear the victory in his voice. He said that everytime he hit him. Dean heald his breath as he felt John press his finger nails into him. Suddenly John slammed into him and Dean let out a half scream. John quicly covered Deans mouth with a shirt. He crammed as much of it as he could in Dean's mouth. Dean sobbed. His sounds were muffled through the shirt barely any noise making it out. He felt like hw was being shredded. He felt John.. his dad pick up the pace and go harder. Dean squeezed his eyes shut. He could feel it hitting the wall and stars exploded across his closed eyelids. It was more painful then he has expierenced. Then John pulled out quickly and shoved Deans back to the wall and lifted up his legs. He held thim there and made the rope longer down so Dean could be lowered. Dean felt the stings of his cuts against the harsh wall. Then John slammed himself into Dean. He screamed and screamed. The pain was unbearable. He threw his head back hard against the wall. He knew John was using all his strength. After what seemed forever the pain got impossibly worse for a second. Then he just felt numb. He felt John pick him up and tuck him into the bed. He let him self fall into the nice welcoming darkness that was consuming him.