Thank you Souless666, Rraz45, cold kagome for reviewing this next chapter is dedicated to you, though apologizing for it being a filler into their past. So nothing is happening.

WARNING: GRAPHIC NON/CON RAPE SCENE for the beginning of the story. I have warned you so please no flames. Also revenge scenes coming up shortly. Basically finished up all of Dean's past and we find out more about Sam.

Tidbit, that may be important: So yes I am not a fan of John, if you can't tell. But honestly I would never see him doing that in this non AU universe. He was just a sucky, jerky dad in that one, even though he did try hard to be their dad…Anyway, I'm clearing it up for you guys, I don't hate him that much and cannot see him actually doing this. This is for my twisted imagination. Besides I could make John possessed or something may be off about him. Hmmmmmm….

-Story starts now-

Dean winced as he sat up on the bed. He moved slowly and gingerly. His body was sore. John had run him into the ground with laps. Apparently he didn't dig up the rock hard grave fast enough. Jeff looked over and grinned.

"Somebody woke up from their cat nap. Bet we can stretch him out like a kitty too." Jeff drawled out evilly.

John laughed in amusement. "I need to shower. But you can go ahead and have fun if you want."

Dean winced. He pleaded with whoever was listening to let his misery end. He hated his dad and Jeff. Especially Jeff. Jeff was so much rougher and meaner with dad gone or not around. When it was all three of them, Jeff and John were too busy with each other, just taking frustrations out on Dean. But he was also grateful; his dad was in the blackest of all moods. Jeff stalked over. Dean scrambled back away from him. He was off the bed quickly. Jeff grinned.

"Oooh, someone's a little feisty today. That simply won't do." Jeff said slightly frowning in a teasing way.

He advanced on Dean who had backed up in a corner, shivering. He only had sweatpants on, but it wasn't of the cold it was fear. Dean was terrified. Unfortunately his fight or flight response kicked in as Jeff reached for him. Dean was making his punishment or whatever this was worse. As Jeff stepped closer to Dean, Dean lashed out with his hand. His fingernails dug into Jeff's cheek leaving four cuts along his cheek. Dean gasped as Jeff's eyes darkened.

"I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me, so sorry, sorry, so sorry." Dean chanted speeding up his words.

"You ain't sorry enough boy." Jeff growled.

Jeff quickly went to his suitcase and grabbed out rope. He went over and picked up Dean by his hair, dragging him to the bed. He grabbed a knife with his other hand. He shoved Dean on his back and roughly tied his hands up over his head. He spread Dean's legs as far as he could then tied them tightly.

"Your daddy isn't going to be too happy with you is he?" Jeff asked.

Dean shook his head no quickly. "Jeff please don't, I'm sorry, I really am. Oh god, please-" Dean tried to say.

Jeff grabbed a bandanna from his pocket and tied a knot. He then shoved it in Dean's mouth tying the rest of it around his head. Dean whimpered and Jeff backhanded him. Then Jeff tugged off his sweatpants and boxers. Dean tugged against the rope. Jeff grinned and started biting his neck and chest roughly, leaving teeth marks all over his body. Dean whimpered under the pain. Jeff roughly raked his hands down Dean's chest. Blood sprang up from the wounds. Jeff undressed and grinned at Dean's half scream. John came out looking confused as he came out with a towel around his waist. He gasped at the marks on Jeff's face. He quickly ran over inspecting it.

"What the hell happened?" John asked worry lacing his voice.

"Your son decided to be feisty. Don't worry I got him under control. You can help John." Jeff said calmly.

John looked startled at Jeff's suggestion.

"Come on John. You know you want to. Beside's he's a filthy monster, not your son. This isn't wrong." Jeff coaxed.
"I've never, well you know." John said uncomfortably.

"I'll help you. I can help you. He's a little tight so it might be hard to fit us both in there, but it can happen." Jeff replied, holding out his hand.

John took it and Jeff grinned. Dean screamed through the gag. No he couldn't handle this. Anything but this. This was a whole new level. Jeff grabbed Dean's thighs and thrust into Dean. Dean moaned and threw his head up. It hurt so much. He felt like he was on fire. John watched fascinated. Jeff grabbed John and pulled him in between Dean's legs beside him. Jeff spread Dean's legs impossibly wider. Dean was trembling violently. Jeff grabbed John's cock and eased over to Dean's hole. Dean tried to fight, thrashing. Jeff held his hips down and urged John forward quickly. John's tip touched Dean's hole and he paused before slowly entering, then thrusting in quickly in hard. Jeff quickly moved one hand to Dean's mouth to muffle the scream even more as it seemed to explode out of Dean's chest and through his mouth. Tears leaked out of Dean's eyes.

John moaned and Jeff kissed him. Dean was barely unaware of them moving inside of him. He knew went they went rougher closing in on orgasms as the pain was unbearably worse. Dean's vision dimmed as he almost passed out after they reached climax. He winced when they pulled out. Dean was almost bawling. What did he do to deserve this? He just wished he could of died along with his mom. HE was tired of it all.

"Dean, Dean, wake up!" Sam exclaimed, shaking Dean gently.

Dean woke up gasping and started sobbing. Sam looked shocked before sitting by Dean rubbing circles on his back.

"Come on man. Talk about it." Sam coaxed.

Sam gasped in horror when Dean finished. He clutched Dean close to him as Dean sobbed uncontrollably gripping Sam tight. His eyes were screwed shut and he was violently trembling. Dean's breath quickened as he started hyperventilating.

"Dean it's alright. I'm right here. You need to slow your breathing down." Sam tried.

Sam pushed up close to him and put Dean's hand on his heart and he did the same.

"Breathe with me Dean" Sam coached.

Sam took deep slow, gentle breaths and Dean followed. After a few minutes he got Dean to fall into a needed dreamless sleep. Bobby came in anger sketched into his features. Missouri followed in after, a grim look on her face. They discovered that Jeff was more of a player. But who exactly was Jeff? Sam almost didn't care, if it wasn't for the story he just heard. He was going to make sure that Dean got the justice and peace that Dean wanted, hell needed. And everyone, Bobby, Missouri, Ellen and Jo were going to make sure Dean got that justice too.

-Next Day-

Sam jerked awake and quickly scanned the room. Dean was on a chair, his full of concentration on the knife he was twirling.

"Hey Dean." Sam said quietly.

" Hey Sam." Dean damn neared whispered avoiding Sam's gaze.

"You alright Dean?" Sam asked, worry lacing his voice.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Dean replied still concentrating on his knife.

Sam sighed. He knew it was from last night. He couldn't wait to get his hands on John and that other prick.

"Dean, let me tell you a little bit about my past. Alright?" Sam asked.

Dean just nodded. And Sam took a deep breath and started.

"When I was a 6 months my parents died in a supernatural cause. A demon and angel got in a fight in my bedroom and killed both of them during the fight." He said watching Dean's face whip up, looking at Sam with shock and then concentrating on him knife completely forgotten.

"A hunter then took me in. He wasn't exactly the best provider. He also knew what happened to me and said I was a freak. His name was Samuel Colt, Ironically. He only provided me a little bit of food that would keep me alive. He ran me to the ground with exercises and then some more. Also kept me totally isolated. Didn't talk to anyone but him, if I even talked. Called me freak, monster, and a lot worse than that. Barely called me by my name. When I was 15 I met Ellen and Jo at the Roadhouse. One year later I met Bobby. They showed me more kindness then anything. Then when I was 18 he got in a fight with a demon and died. Missouri took me in and I warmed up to people and talking. It took, what seemed like forever to be used to the idea of being me and talking and be near people without fear.

"I know what it feels like Dean, pardon it's not as violent, nor traumatizing. But I know the feeling of being terrified of changing, becoming yourself being free. It's downright terrifying. But I'll be here for you to talk to and to be here and just comfort you. So just anytime, anywhere just call me and I will be right there." Sam finished.

Tears sparkled in both men's eyes and tears ran down Dean's. An understanding and more trust and a deeper bond formed between them.