Warning: Rape and violence

Dean stared down at the floor, slumped over. He wasn't good for anything. Not even bray wanted him. Not even motherfucking creepy ass Bray Wyatt wanted him. He slammed his fist down on the floor. Again and again, faster and faster. He felt a heavy hand on his shoulder. He didn't stop he continued to smash his hand directly into the floor.

Dean continued in tell he was pulled away by the bartender Ben. He smelled Dean's breath, taking away his keys. Telling him either to sober up or walk home. Dean shoved him away telling him he could go shove it as he stole his keys back. He wouldn't drive drunk, not this way. He wasn't stupid even though everyone thought he was. Instead he started walking, he choose a way and kept walking. Not knowing where he was going Dean stumbled onto a familiar street he stared ahead. He shouldn't have headed this way. He regretted his choice instantly, he could see all the way at the end right on the corner. Her hair was flowing in the wind, her short skirt hide nothing for the imagination. With her breast being exposed nearly completely. He wanted to run, instead he just stared watching her go up to cars talking smiling. He'd seen that smile so many times, he inherited that smile. He'd made so many people fall in love with that smile. She used it to get their attention and eventually their money. She smiled and prances on her high golden heels letting the guy see her bouncing boobs as she got in the car. Dean turned around immediately regretting everything. He's so stupid choosing the wrong guy, the wrong street. He decided to just walk home. He couldn't drive not in his state. He could fuck up his own life but he couldn't fuck up someone who never did anything to him. He managed to get into his door. Laying on his bed with his clothes still on he stared up at the ceiling in tell he managed to fall asleep.

Dean's dreams were always messed up or not there. He liked the not there one's. They always were better compared to the messed up ones. This one was no exception to the messed up ones. Bray smiles ontop of him Dean was completely naked underneath him. Bray had pants on, but the zipper was open. He could feel him inside. It felt different, Dean never had been in this position before. He was always on top, always in control. Bray caressed Dean's throat wrapping his hand around it. Making tears come from Dean's eyes. They tasted salty, and wet. He didn't want this. Not him, anyone but him. He was to rough. Dean tried to scream nothing came out. It would all be drowned out by Bray's crazed laugh. He was enjoying seeing Dean in pain. There was no pleasure in it. In tell Dean felt the weight disappear from atop of him. Replaced with the soft but deep voice of someone kind. Their long black hair flowed around his face. It felt so soft and silky. Big hands gently lifted him into his lap. Cooing and rubbing Dean's back. Drying the tears on his beautiful caramel skin. Dean knew who it was, no one else had a gorgeous tattoo on their chest and upper bicept. No one except when he looked up he saw him, Roman.

He hears his alarm, rolling over grumpily slamming his hand onto it. It was way too early to get up. He couldn't even get to school on time if he wanted to. Dean couldn't even see the point of going. Roman was going to be there, with Seth probably making puppy dog love faces or more likely Seth trying to have sex with Roman in the middle of stuff. Bed was easier, comfier, than school. His car wasn't even with him, he was gonna have to walk to go get it. Instead he decided to close his eyes and go back to bed.

It wasn't in tell Dean heard his phone ring hours later he rolled over grabbing his phone answering it groggily. "What?"

"Where the fuck were you?"

The voice was completely unique to one man. One great handsome man. Roman his deep voice could be heard completely well through the phone. Dean really didn't want to deal with him. What did he want? Didn't he already but Dean through enough?

"Dean? Dean?! Where were you?"

"None of your business."

"What the hell man? You said you'd be over last night. You never show then you ditch me at school. What's going on?"

Dean groaned loudly sitting up in bed "no of your business's don't you have slutty Slethie to go kiss and be lovely dovey with."

"Dean what the fuck are you talking about? Tell me where you are."

Roman sounded confused and angerier on the other end. Maybe it was all a big mistake. Maybe something else had happened. Dean wanted to believe in maybe, but truth was Roman was probably lying to him. Seth was probably right next to him laughing and smiling and their sick little joke on him. "Just go make out with Seth some more. You two obviously like each other. Otherwise I wouldn't have seen you with him last night. He kissed you. In plain view." Dean could feel himself becoming more and more upset he wouldn't cry over the phone. Not to Roman he wouldn't show that weakness to someone who betrayed him. Instead he decided to hang up, and avoid showing weakness.

Dean curled up in his bed. He could feel tears coming to his eyes. The pain almost felt like in his dream. Except this time Roman wouldn't come and save him. His heart felt broken into two. He wanted Roman, but Roman would never want him. Eventually Dean started to cry deep into his pillows. Still loud enough for his sounds to fill the room.

The door opened and he could smell the smoke from his mothers cigarettes. She was always smoking except when she was working. He would like to blame her for his smoking habiat but it wouldn't be her fault.

"Grow up, you're being a baby."

He stopped. Her voice had been there all around him. He didn't need yer right now. "Don't you have dicks to go get fucked by and suck on em like lollipops." He could feel the cigarette being flung on his covers burning through the blankets and onto his skin making him wince.

She laughed lighting up another cigarette "what are you gonna do? Cry like a baby again. I should have shook you when you were little. I never needed this shit on me. I have clients over, they're good paying. They don't like hearing little boys cry. Except."

He knew what she was thinking. He throw off the blankets and stared at her. "Fuck you. You can be a whore all you want. But don't you drag me into it to."

Their arguing attracted the attention from his mother's "clients" two big older men stood behind his mom in his doorway staring at him. They looked old enough to be his father, with his chance one of them might actually be his dad. One of them crouched down to whisper into his mothers ears making her smile.

"Oh deanie. Be a dear and help mommie service her friends. They said they were interested in both of us. Be and dear and help this older gentleman relieve some stress." She walked out slamming the door behind her. Leaving one of the men in Dean's room the other followed her in order to barricade the door. Making sure to trap Dean and the older man.

Dean stared at the man with full of hate. "Don't you dare touch me you geezer. I'll bite off one of your fingers and your dick."

His chuckle was deep, not anymore deeper than Roman. Roman had bigger muscles and a hotter body but the older man was bigger in heighth and probably weight.

"Now now. I already paid for you. Be a good boi and maybe I'll let you kiss my dick."

The older man cane close to Dean making him crouch in the corner. Like a cornered animal

He was ready to attacked out of fear. The older man was quicker though he grabbed Dean by his hair dragging him to kneel on the ground. Grabbing Dean's arms the man ripped a t-shirt tying his wrists together tightly. Dean squirmed not wanting any of this to happen. It wasn't in tell the older man grabbed Dean by the throat and pinned him onto the bed growling into the air

"i like boys with fight in em. Makes it so much sweeter when I ripp you open with my beast of a cock. I love it when you scream with tears around your eyes. Makes you look so pretty."

Dean tried to squirm more but was firmly held n place in order for his pants to be ripped down to his thighs. He waited crying into the sheets for the pain he never wanted to happen. In steD he heard something loud banging around. His body was trembling with fear. In tell a hand gently carressed his ass. With care to calm him down.

"Shh it's ok. He's gone. I'm here now."

Dean knew that voice when he looked up he saw.

Authors note

Thanks again to all of you who continue to read. Hopefully I'll have less homework which means more time for the fanfic. I love you all.