Dean walked down the road, pushing his arms back against his ribs trying to make them stop hurting. He tried to walk as calmly as possible to the bar. But, with every step we could hear the crinkling of the plastic baggy filled with dope crush up against his chest. He wasn't nervous, he just felt violated and that little baggy was taunting him; telling him how powerless he really was. He couldn't even fight back against Levon, or that man from earlier. Instead Bray had to save him. Dean scoffed at that sentence Bray had to save him. Bray Wyatt had to save him, he had to come swooping in, was he really Dean's superman?

"No, no, no." Dean said out loud to himself. As he pulled back the doors to the bar. But, before he could even step foot into it he felt a hand grab his bicep pulling him back into the street. When Dean turned around he saw Roman looking worried at him.

"Dean where did you go?" Roman tried to bring Dean closer to him. The younger man wouldn't budge.

Dean stared at him, how did Roman know he'd be here? How did he know he would go straight to the bar? Was he really that predictable? Dean made a slight noise feeling pressure around his ribs.

Roman backed off immediately hearing such a small vulnerable noise from the sophomores mouth. "Dean are you hurt?"

Dean knocked Roman's hands off of him. "No. It was just a stupid noise because you surprised me." He turned back to walk into the bar. He felt the tattooed man's hand back on his bicep. "Ro please."

Roman took a step further gently turning Dean around. "If you're not hurt then why are you going to the bar? You shouldn't be drinking Dean, it's going to ruin you life."

Dean slapped Ro's hands away "You don't know me." He stared up into the seniors eyes with defiance.

The older man tried to gently grab Dean's hands. "I know I don't Dean. But I wanna get to know you. You're not letting me in. Your just drinking and crying and yelling. I wanna help you. I wanna make sure your ok."

Dean like Roman's rough calloused hands gently holding his. It felt oddly nice like he knew that if the world ended Ro would be there for him. Obviously he must feel something for Dean. He did after all tell complete stranger that they were boyfriends. Dean softened a bit looking more in the grey eyes of the senior. "Please Ro. Please not now."

"If not now then when Dean. When do you wanna talk about it?"

Dean quickly pulled his hands away looking slightly away and then back into Roman's eyes. He heard the coldness in Roman's voice. He felt the blade that is the tip of his tongue. Dean saw the worry and impatience written all over Roman's face. It was different, different than anything he's ever witness for him before. He'd seen actors portray the tragic fact that roman had put on before him, but never for someone like him.

"Never." Dean tried not to cry as he said the words. "I don't wanna talk about it." He started to walk right past roman before he felt arms wrap around his waist.

"Dean, please, please, please listen to me." Roman gently whispered into the younger man ear. "Are you upset with Seth?"

Dean tensed under Roman's arms. "No." He spat back.

Roman gently pulled Dean closer to him whispering in his ear "seth showed up at my door, he said he needed help. He said he just needed some papers. His dad had asked him to come by, because he thought i'd be more comfortable with a fellow student showing up at my house instead of my principle. I was being nice and giving Seth some soda when he said he was thirsty. Which he ended up getting all over my shirt so I had to take it off. I didn't know he was going to do that, but as soon as i could get my wits about me i shoved him off and watched you drive away."

Dean tried to listen to Roman's story but he couldn't take it. He couldn't take the paranoia that Roman was lying to him. He pushed Roman away feeling the pain in his ribs, he quickly straight into the seniors eyes. "Just leave. I don't need your fucking charity. I'm not a fucking charity case, go fucking screw Seth or anyone else you want I don't give two shits what you do. Go fucking screw someone else over. You fucking fag!"

Roman shoved Dean to the ground with pure anger "Fuck you!" The older man got up going back to his truck slamming the door with pure anger.

Dean slowly got back to his feet he wasn't going to cry he pushed himself through the door to the bar; sitting down at the bar.

"HEENRY!" Dean screamed throughout the establishment, people could already think he was drunk.

The gigantic bartender came out of the back,he sighed seeing it was Dean again. "What do you want Moxley?"

Dean sneered "I told you to stop calling me that stupid nickname. Give me something to drink please."

Henry picked up a glass cleaning it "Nope."

Dean smiled "Bottle of whiskey pleease."

Henry put down the glass "I said No."

Dean stared at the large man in front of him. "Why not? You've never once denied me a drink."

Henry scratched his chin "That's because you weren't continuously coming to the bar every night, now and days there isn't a day I don't see you in here. I see less of your momma than of you. Besides you haven't paid me anything towards your open tab here. I lose money when I see your face. I'm gonna have to ask you to leave."

Dean stared at him, his nostrils flaring as he got up and pushed the bottle over "fuck you henry."

The drink dripped down the side of the bar pooling on the ground. Dean stared at him before turning around slamming the door behind him mumbling to himself "fuck you. Just go fuck yourself." Dean started to walk before he turned to a crinkle in his pocket.

"God damn it." He padded himself down looking for a cigarette, anything he needed to calm down, he needed something to take the edge off. His fingers finally found a small bump in his left jean pocket. Pulling out a distorted cigarette gently putting it to his lips.

"Fuck!" Dean reached into his pockets to find some kind of light, fire, anything to get the smoke going. He was tempted to go back inside the bar but decided to turn around. Dean started to walk, holding the cigarette between his teeth and lips. He could feel the bag pressing up against his chest again each step seemed like it made the crinkles louder, a sonic mood going off. Dean directed his gauze towards the ground he didn't want to bring and suspicious onto him. He didn't need his non adventuring stare to get him padded down by a few dick cops you patrol the area. Keep your head down, keep walking it doesn't matter where you're going, you need to keep walking, you need to keep going, don't look back.

"Dean." A voice called in a whisper tone

Dean kept walking, he didn't want it this time. He put his hood up. The voices were right he need to just keep going look down keep going. He needs to just…

'Bump'

Dean stopped not by choice but by a 6'8" erick Rowan. He looked up to see the chilling face of Wyatts slaky. Before he could shove him away Dean felt the cigarettes being removed from his lips, he looked to the side of him.

"Wyatt."

"Shhhh my darling." Wyatt gently took the cigarette in his mouth lighting it, letting the smoke drift into Dean's face. "Shhhh" Wyatt cupped Dean's face. "Don't worry. I'm here. I saw what that man did to you." Wyatt's eyes roamed over Dean's body. Gently pressing his hand to Dean's cracked rib

Dean gritted his teeth gasping feeling even the slightest pressure like a million knives in his torso. "Wyatt stop."

Bray leaned in letting a puff of smoke into Dean's face. He applied more pressure watching the look on Dean's face. "No. This is what you get my precious. You must be disciplined. Bad boys get punished, I told you not to leave. You left, you wanted him after what he did to you, then you got hurt. You allowed yourself to get hurt, this is your punishment." Bray increased the pressure more. "Do I need to break one of your bones my darling?" Bray stared down the younger man. "I don't want to hurt you." Bray caressed Dean's face with the back of his hand applying more pressure to his rib cage seeing Dean's face try not to cry out in pure agony.

Suddenly Bray stopped he didn't let his hand drift from Dean's body, instead Dean found that the hand that was caressing him in his jacket.

"Please Bray leave." Dean pleaded

Bray gently grabbed the bag slowly bringing it out into the daylight staring into Dean's eyes. He brought up the bag to his face. "Sister abigail told me. She told me you would be needed a lot of cleansing. You're with the devil my darling let me be your savior." Bray took the light cigarette from his mouth stabbing it into Dean's neck, quickly applying pressure back on his ribs.

Dean screamed the pain coursing into every nerve in his body. He could feel his ribs slowly breaking, the smell of cigarettes and burnt flesh surrounded them. Dean's legs tried to give out, Bray wouldn't let Dean fall.

Bray lifted the cigarette up throwing it away. Looking at Dean's neck making sure to hold his chin tightly. "Look what you made your savior do. Look what the devil's gifts do to you. They hurt you, now in a place where everyone can see." Bray smiled crazilled into Dean's face.

Dean tried not to look into the madman's eyes. The pain from everything wanted him to close his eyes but every time he would slightly close his eyes for more than a second bray would slam him. He wanted to see the pain he had caused. Dean didn't know what to do, he didn't wanna be with Bray he didn't wanna be at home, he didn't wanna be in an alley working. He just wanted to be left alone he always just wanted to be left alone. Nobody would leave him alone.

author's note

Sorry I took forever to update this story. I have no excuse other than I just didn't wanna write over the summer, but the bad news is. I just started school back up so that means I'm probably not gonna update for forever again. I do wanna say thank you to all who are reading this and a special thanks to the people who favorite/follow/leave a review. I love everyone of you who took time to read this story and I just want to thank you again. I wanna get this finished up next summer. Finger crossed.

-from your lazy author