Impurities

Chapter 2- Different

A/N: This story contains adult content, incest, non-con, child abuse and quite a bit John W bashing.

Season 1, Episode 18: Something Wicked

DEAN: ... "But he, uh—he looked at me different, you know—which was worse. Not that I blame him. He gave me an order, and I didn't listen. I almost got you killed."

"I'm sorry son. I'm so sorry Dean." John kept saying the same things over and over.

Dean, waking up to those words, was not quite sure what was going on. He could hardly hear his father at first; he was in so much pain. A hunt went wrong?

"I love you Dean, you know that right. I love you boy. I'd never... I'll never…Son, please wake up…"

Dean tried to open his eyes. He could; but only one of them and only slightly. He saw his father's face over him. He could not see him clearly but he knew; it was him.

"Dean! Thank God you're awake."

"Dad?" He tried to say, but he could not make any sound; his throat was so dry it felt like it was stuck together. The more he was coming to his senses, the more pain he was feeling; everywhere. He hurt everywhere. His face, ribs, back, stomach, knees, arms, legs and his... his ass? He was going to lose himself in darkness again but realized there was water on his dried lips. He let couple of drops in. Damn, he was thirsty; so thirsty. He hardly swallowed the drops and let some more water in, then tried to force his eyes open again. His dad was trying to make him eat something? He cannot eat anything now.

"Painkillers, Dean. Can you swallow them?"

No, he could not; he barely managed the water to go down. He tried to say no. Still no voice. Tried to shake his head. Wrong move! Pain… so much pain. He just wanted to go back to sleep.

"Dean, don't sleep. You had… you had… blows to the head. I want you to stay awake for a little while OK? Please, son… Can you do that?"

Dean knew the deal with concussions. So he had to stay awake and live through this pain. He could do it; that was his training, that was how he had been raised. He would do it.

"Try to swallow the pain killers, son. I need to tend to your wounds and… it'll… I don't want you to… I… I am so sorry, Dean. God, I'm so sorry, boy."

His father was crying? John Winchester was crying? And over some God damn painkillers? He would swallow them alright. He opened his mouth. Fuck! His lips were hurt too. What was the hunt God damn it? A werewolf? Why did he not remember being on a hunt?

He felt the pill on his tongue. John held the back of his head to raise him, and made him to drink some more water. It was a hard job, felt like the pill was scratching his throat all the way down to his stomach; but he could manage to swallow it. And the water was nice. He was resisting to the urge of dozing off when he felt the ice pack his father placing on his ribs. Cold! But he did not say anything, he knew the drill. And it kind of felt better, numbed the pain. Another ice back was on his face, over his left eye. So, that had to be the reason he could not open that eye.

"Dean?"

He mumbled something; hoping his father could understand it as a yes.

"Dean, I need to tend your wounds now. OK? I'm just gonna clean them. OK? "

He could manage another mumble. He already knew this, why did his dad keep repeating himself? He felt a pair of hands was opening his legs. That was when he realized he was completely naked. With no reason, a sudden, strange feeling rose inside him, a mixture of panic, horror, nausea… The hands pushed his feet towards his body, bending and raising his knees; they found their way between his butt cheeks. He shivered with the feeling of a cold cloth, possibly soaked in alcohol, passing on and between his thighs. The burning sensation followed the coldness everywhere the gauze touched. He must have had scratches all over. He did not whimper over the pain; determined to keep his mouth shut and to take it as a man. He was not going to be a baby now. Then the gauze found his asshole causing a complete pain overload… God! That hurt! That hurt so fucking bad! A strong cry rose from Dean. Apparently, the throbbing white hot pain could resurrect his lost voice.

"No.. No.. Dad, please. No." His voice was barely audible through his clenched teeth. He was ashamed that he was begging; but could not help. The pain was intolerable.

"I'm so sorry Dean." John was still crying, Dean could tell. "I have to clean it up, or it's gonna get infected. Son; I am sorry."

The pain brought some memories back. He still did not remember the creature they were hunting but he could remember the attacks from the fight. The strong, brutal blows. And something more, something worse. He remembered his face had been held down to floor, his mouth was covered with some giant hand. He could hardly breathe since his nose had been full with snot, tears and probably blood. He remembered the panic of suffocation and that horrible pain; very similar to the one he was feeling on his ass right now; only deeper and worse. Oh, so much worse…

"I'm gonna put some analgesic cream. OK? It's gonna be alright."

But Dean knew that it was not going to be alright, not by a long shot. Suddenly his stomach became determined to get rid of its contents. He tried swallowing it back; he was in so much pain to be able to vomit right now. Then he felt something warm on his lips. John was trying to make him drink something.

"Drink it as much as you can, Dean. It's gonna help your stomach."

Dean tried, really tried. But the smell was not helping. Not the smell of the drink though. Something else... Some other scent was filling his nostrils and provoking his stomach. He was confused and disoriented, could not understand his own senses. After drinking couple of gulps, his father finally let his head down to the pillow. Whatever it was, the drink helped him a little. And he did remember that smell. It was his father's; a distinct mix of gunpowder, leather and tequila. He had sensed the same smell when that hand had been over his mouth. It had been there to keep him quite. It was John's... No, no… It was impossible; he was just confused. He was too tired, in too much pain and naturally confused.

He felt a little bit better now that he was under the blanket; being not so naked, so exposed. Thanks to the analgesic cream, that excruciating pain in his ass was dimming slowly; but only to make the deeper pain in his rectum to become pronounced. With the new sensation of the pain, new memories crowded his mind. He remembered the merciless intrusion into his… his… The realization came with the humiliation. He had been fucked in the ass. No, raped actually. Like… like in that movie that John had caught him watching last month. He had not suspected that it would actually hurt this much. The blonde woman in the movie had looked like she was enjoying it, after the initial fight(!) she had put. OK Dean was not sure if she looked like actually enjoying it but she definitely did not look like she was in any pain, let alone this much pain. Dean had enjoyed watching the damn thing. He had cum three times during the short span he could watch, and there was no telling how many more he could have done it if his father had not caught him in the middle of the movie. But his personal experience was nothing like that. There was so much pain, so much…

He did not want to remember any more but he did not know how not to do. The memories were streaming full speed. He remembered how he begged… He remembered whom he begged too. Suddenly he could not breathe; his heart was missing couple of the beats too; at least felt like it. He went through a seizure, hurting every single bone in his body.

"Dean! Breathe son. Breathe! Please…" John was caressing his hair, trying to sooth him.

Dean did not want him to touch his body. He felt nauseous every time that hand got closer. But could not stop it, could do nothing. Sheer nothing. He was weak, helpless and pathetic. After a while, his heart went back to the regular pace.

"I'm sorry Dean. Oh, I'm so sorry. I'll never lose it again. Never… never…" John was now crying openly and loud.

Dean remembered everything now. How angry his dad had been when he found the Shtriga over Sam's body. How much he had drank waiting for Sam to wake up and how drunk he had ended up. How he kept scolding Dean. How furious he became when Dean talked back to him. Dean would never talk back to his father, never tell such things; but he was upset, and felt guilty. Guilt makes people do crazy things, you know. He would never question his father otherwise, never. He would never ask how come John had left two of them alone while there was a creature in town going after kids, after sibling like Sammy and him. He would never accuse his father; never tell him if something had happened to Sammy it would be his fault; never... But, he was in despair. Sam was lying unconscious because of Dean and there was nothing he could do.

Dean had had his fair share of spanking before, but nothing like the first blow his father struck him today. Or was it yesterday? He flew with the power of the slap and hit the wall. When he looked at his father, the only thing he saw in those drunk, bloodshot eyes was anger. He hardly heard him saying stuff like 'My fault, huh?' and more blows kept coming. No slaps anymore, but hard punches and savage kicks. Dean could not protect himself against such rage. He kept begging; but probably begging made it worse. John was asking him something -now he figured that his father had been asking him to 'shut the fuck up'- but Dean could not register the words at that time. Now that he could remember, his dad also had asked something in the line of 'don't cry like a stupid bitch' and…

He came back to the present with the cold water at his lips and John's voice.

"Drink more, son. A little bit more."

Fear filled Dean's heart. He tried to drink as much as he could; did not want to make him angry again. But his lips were trembling too much. Could not keep the water inside his mouth; it kept dripping down to his chest.

"Shhh... It's all right Dean. It's gonna be alright. I promise; it's gonna be alright."

Dean tried, tried really hard but could not keep his tears from falling one after another. He did not want to cry like a stupid bitch again, he did not want to anger his father anymore. But… just… could not help it. The sobs kept escaping between his lips.

XXX

"Dean, Dean wake up. It's a nightmare. You're here, you're safe."

Dean woke up realizing he was crying in his sleep. He met with Sam's worrying, sorry eyes.

"I'm OK. Just a nightmare." Dean tried to pull himself together, and changed the subject immediately, "You found anything on the new players."

Sam gave his brother the 'you serious' look; but answered the question nevertheless.

"So much lore about Gog & Magog… In Revelation, it says Satan'll gather them for the battle and 'In number they are like the sand on the seashore'".

"Cheery… any other good news?"

"They're mentioned in Quran too: 'They will descend from every high ground.' I guess one thing is for sure: there are gonna be boatloads of them." And without any sarcastic remarks coming from his brother Sam continued, "Early Christians believed that they're Romans, later Huns and Khazars."

"So Lilith's bringing gladiators to the game?" Dean said while shoving the leftover pizza into his mouth.

"Not funny Dean." Sam replied, but he was genuinely happy that his brother got out of the nightmare mood right away.

"So, the only thing you found is that they are scary warriors, which we already knew?"

"One more thing: One story goes that they were imprisoned behind iron and copper once upon a time."

"How? Their number's like sand in the ocean apparently."

"I don't know. These holly books aren't better than a mute spirit when it comes to telling something strait."

"Amen to that!"

"Thank God Bobby and Anna will meet us there. We're gonna need as much help as possible."

"Anna is coming too?"

Sam looked at his brother, trying to judge the older hunter's feelings.

"You still… you know… the angel cake business."

"Come on Sammy! Give me a break." But after a short pause he added with a large grin. "But it doesn't mean that I don't wonder how it would be, you know, with the wings and all." And after gazing vacantly with a sheepish smile, he added, "Do you think she would glow that incredible white when she hit the big 'O'?"

"Dean! You are disgusting!"

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Anna looked a little bit different. Dean could not put a finger on it exactly; but she was different. Her hair still flowing over her shoulders like red waves; the same way it had. Her lips were the same shade of pink, even her scent was the same; except she was not… the same. The coldness that Dean was now very familiar with -thanks to their time with Cass- was probably the main reason; though Anna was not as awkward as the angel in the trench coat. And the missing sparks on her eyes... Yes. Dean could tell that she was no longer a human. And becoming an angel was not a step-up in Dean Winchester's book.

"Lilith is not here but her minions are trying to do her dirty work. I am not sure about their number but they can be many." Anna continued her briefing.

"Do you know how to stop them, Gog and Magog?" Sam asked.

"We can't. No one can. We gotta stop it before the seal's broken. Gog and Magog… they are fearless, fierce, unstoppable warriors. They'll kill anyone and anything standing before them. I'm talking about a city going down with its entire residents in a single day."

Everyone was silent after Anna's explanation. And it was always Dean's job, breaking the uncomfortable silence:

"So, we'll kill the demons before they break the seal, right?"

"We got to seal the door they are trying to open too. Lilith can send more and more demons to open that gate."

"Wait, wait…" Bobby jumped in. "There is an actual, physical gate?"

"Yes." Said Anna matter of factly. "The demons trying to open a gate to release Gog and Magog" The silent 'duh!' did not go unnoticed. "We should find the gate, stop the demons and seal the gate for good." She looked surprised that she had to explain the basics to the hunters.

"And do you have any idea how to do it?"

After giving 'everybody knows that' look, Anna replied:

"We just gotta do as Dhul-Qarnayn did. Place pure iron blocks, heat them up and cover it with melted copper. It would be sealed permanently and it would take a millennia or two before they can find another one."

"Perfect. Let's do it." Dean was tired of all these long scholarly talk, especially the cockiness of angel. He needed the action, and he needed it like yesterday.

"We can't go there without a plan. The demons... they probably kept the place secured against angels. We gotta learn their numbers first."

Suddenly Anna looked irritated.

"Anna, is there a problem?"

"I gotta go. Angels… they are looking for me. Gotta go." And she practically fled the room, leaving the hunters alone with their confusion.

"So much for the angel help." Dean cut the silence. "Come on guys, those demons are not gonna kill themselves. Let's find the freaking gate before the gladiators beam into our world."

TBC…

A/N: This chapter is short but the rest won't be. Btw, let me know how you find it, like it, hate it?