This chapter is quite high up on violence, so if you do not wish to read that then there is a sort of summary at the bottom after the hashtags

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Dean had finished work for the holidays 3 days ago, he loved his job as a teacher but it was good to finally get a well-earned break; he had considered booking a holiday to get some sun and distance himself from the intensity that was New York City. But so far all he had done was sleep in late, go to the gym and crack open a beer to a classic film. It was only day 3 after all – things would soon pick up.

After the credits rolled along to Tarantino's Pulp fiction, Dean found himself dropping off on the couch and contemplated staying there for the night. He breathed a sigh, stood up and took his empty beer bottle into the kitchen where he locked up the back door. On his route to the bedroom he locked the front door. Once in his room, Dean stripped down to his black boxer briefs and threw is clothes into the hamper – he was going to have a good clean of his entire house, it wasn't a mess by any standard but if his parents paid him a surprise visit he didn't think they would be too happy; particularly his Dad and his whole Marines background.

As soon as Dean's head hit the pillow he was gone to the world.

***BANG*** ***CRASH***

Dean was awoken by a commotion downstairs, he immediately sat up in bed, but before he could do anything his bedroom door was swung open and he was thrown against the wall face first. He pelted his elbow backwards and found the ribs of his attacker who loosened his grip. Dean turned and threw right hook into the intruder's nose. Dean sent a kick to the back of the man's knees which had him falling to the floor. With the man now on all fours, Dean could see that he was wearing a thick vest with POLICE written on the back. With Dean's moment of hesitation, the man took action and had he pinned against the wall again. The man pressed Dean's head against the wall whilst pulling his right hand up his back. At this time a second man walked in eyeing Dean up and down.

'Dean Winchester'

'Who wants to know' dean snarled against the wall

'Detective Inspector Jones, we are here for your arrest'

'What? Why?'

Three more guys walked into Dean's bedroom behind DI Jones, before Dean knew what was happening, he was thrown onto his hands and knees. Next minute he was curled into a ball, knees protecting his chest and arms covering his head from the array of steel toed boots. The sound of his body being battered with a background his Miranda Rights were being announced.

'You have the right to remain silent.' A scream irrupted from Dean as he felt several ribs break
'Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law' a boot to the back forces Deans hands from his head in time for a kick to the face and blood splattering over his new Rug.
'You have the right to have an attorney present during questioning' lying on his back and panting, Dean trying to calculate how things turned so badly, until a sharp excruciating pain erupted in his groin, he sat up and hands going to protect his manhood but was blocked by a boot pressed down – he grabbed the boot in a bid to move it, until someone kneeled behind him and wrapped their big forearm around his throat.
'If you cannot afford an attorney' Dean was losing his fight, his body was bruised and cut, his lip was busted, his eye he could feel was closing. As he gasped for breath he looked up into the eyes of the original assailant and was met with a look of hatred and disgust. The police officer spat at Dean and lent closer, putting more pressure on his groin "you make me sick" he muttered in Deans ear. The police officer stepped back and removed his baton from his belt. Dean tried to shake his head in a bid to stop the offensive weapon, but he couldn't move with the arm still wrapped round his throat, the office raised the baton, dean closed his eyes, the sound of the baton colliding with his knees was something from a horror show and the pain removed the last remaining breaths Dean managed to have in his body.
'one will be appointed for you' Dean was pushed to the ground, as the blackness threatened to take over Dean panted and shook with exhaustion. He was pulled up by his hair to face the DI.

'take him to the car'

'wait, wait. Please – w..what have I done?' Dean asked brokenly.

The officers laughed 'playing the innocent card' 'what have I done?' 'makes me sick' 'throw away the key'

DI Jones walked to Dean and grimaced 'you, Dean Winchester, have taken advantage of your position. Failed and blackmailed a 14 year old girl at your school, and…raped her!'

Deans eyes grew colossally large, his whole world just crumbled at his feet'

'no…no…I, I wouldn't, I never' Dean looked around at the other police officers that had just attacked him. Their faces showed they didn't believe a word that came from his mouth.

He was pushed against the wall again and handcuffed. 'please, I wouldn't do that'

DI Jones walked towards Dean and grabbed his chin and got in his personal space 'is that right pretty boy! You think because you have the looks, the charm, the humour, that you can take advantage of young girls and they won't come out and tell anyone. Who knows how many poor girls you have done this too? Well you didn't see this girl standing up for herself did you' with that DI Jones clicked his fingers as a signal to move Dean.

They dragged Dean down the stairs, his injured knees just about carrying him. As he was hauled through his house, he saw other police officers going through his home and taking items such as his laptop, his phone, his car keys. His whole world he had worked hard to create was being dismantled in a matter of minutes.

As he was taken towards the door, he noticed his photo frames on the walls had been ripped off and smashed, which hurt him more than his body. He was thrown into the police car and all he could think about was his family. The police clearly didn't believe him, his family had to.

The drive was quiet; Dean's head was pounding as if his brain was trying to escape. Dean cleared his throat in an attempt to speak. 'Do I…' *cough* 'Do I still get my phone call' the officer in the passenger seat looked at DI Jones for confirmation. Please, Dean thought, Please I need my Dad. DI Jones nodded as a response and that was enough for Dean.

Dean didn't know what time it was when he was eventually taken into the dismal looking prison, his finger prints were taken as well as his DNA. He was like a rag dog being moved from area to area. His photograph was taken and then he was heading to the cell for his real punishment he was informed 'you know boy, funny things about criminals. Even they have morals and they hate pedos. They are going to have so much fun with you' Dean gulped and shuddered. They walked past a phone and halted his movement. 'you said I could use the phone' there was no privacy as he dialled the well-known number, his heart began to batter against his ribcage which in turn hurt him breathing. Should he be doing this? Should his family know? What time was it? His Mom hated calls in the middle of the night. Guilt began to rise and just as Dean was about to give up he heard a gruff 'Hello?'
'D...dad. It's Dean'
'Dean' 'what are you doing calling at this time son'
'I know it's late and I am really sorry to ring'

For the life of him, Dean can't remember the conversation he had with his dad but he does remember the promise his dad spoke to him 'Dean I'm coming for you ok…Dean ok' His Dad was coming, he could hold out for a few hours.

They threw him into an empty cell, which did Dean fine. He lay down on a bench and thought about the last few hours. How had it all come to this? What was he going to do? The weight of the world was lying heavily upon him, Dean curled into a ball and decided to try and get some sleep. Hopefully when he woke up his Dad would be here.

Or so he hoped. He was awoken a few hours later by his cell door opening. His snooze had rejuvenated him slightly. He sat up and turned hoping to see his Dad, it wasn't.

When he thought the four policemen back at his house was bad it was nothing to who had just put entered his cell. Dean wasn't a small guy by any means. At 6'1 and 175 pounds of pure muscle, but that wasn't going to help him in this situation. 4 beefy guys walked in and stalked their prey, 'well look what we have here boys' Dean gulped. 'Well Jackson, you have a nice one for us this time' one of the guys in the cell addressed a man in a Suit who in turn responded with a eery grin and a 'have fun boys' as he locked the cell door and walked away. Deans attention was brought straight back to the 4 men. This can't be good he thought. He stood up and tried to back away with his naked back hitting the cold cell bars. That when he realised, he was stood there with nothing but his black boxer briefs and these guys were wearing prison clothes along with heavy boots. Dean's toes curled in apprehension.

Dean held his hands up 'listen fellas, I don't want any trouble'

'aww little baby doesn't want trouble, what do you think Joel'

Joel looked like the leader of the pack, the biggest and sporting a set of yellowing teeth as he smiled at Dean 'should have thought about that before he attacked that poor girl'

Dean swallowed

A shorter, balding man to Deans left joined in 'yeah, Mr Teacher. Thought you would have some fun huh?'

'well how about we have fun with you' Joel addressed Dean

'I haven't done anything, I swear, this is just one big misunderstanding'

To Dean's right a Ginger man jumped in 'well we will see about that'
Before Dean could react he was once again jumped on. This time it was worse, there was no reprieve. He was punched, kicked, thrown across the Cell. Arms held behind his back whilst he was used as a punching back. Dean gave as good as he got, he fought back, which angered them more.

Dean must have passed out, thankfully; unfortunately he also had to wake up. When he did he was on the floor still surrounded by the 4 men. He couldn't stop shaking, he hoped it was just the cold but he knew it was more than that.

Joel bent down close to Dean 'Listen, we're sorry. We took things a bit far. Let us make it up to you'

Dean was picked up and placed against the cell bars, the expressions in the men's faces had changed somewhat. Their eyes were filled with lust and they began licking their lips as if they were about to devour a meal. Dean's heartbeat quickened, he had heard stories about prison and here it was in the flesh.

Ginger walked towards Dean rubbing his crotch, 'I'm sorry little pedo, did we hurt you.'

'no wait, pleassss' Joel began to squeeze deans neck so dean shook his head no vigorously to try and get the message across.

'it's me you should be concerned about' A guy at the back announced, who had been quiet this whole time.

Small balding guy came closer and grinned, 'ooo yeah – that's Tony, and he likes to make pretty boys like you scream'

Tears began to prick Dean's eyes. He was exhausted and hurting but he wouldn't go down this way, the men kept coming closer, the hand on his neck got tighter, Deans breaths quickened and he clawed at the hand around his throat still shaking his head. Dean kicked out, which was a mistake as Ginger grabbed his leg and started rubbing his thigh, this was it. Dean Snarled at the Men.

"GET YOUR HANDS OF MY SON!"

The room vibrated at the man's bellowing voice. The three men moved to reveal John Winchester standing at the Cell door with a look of thunder. Joel still had his hand around Dean's neck however it loosened a little, allowing Dean to breath. The moment was short lived though as Joel retightened and whispered 'aww Daddy's come to watch'

Dean felt sick; he couldn't let his dad see him as this weak thing. The guard stood next to John began unlocking the door and announced 'That's enough Joel; you've had your fun now let him go. Dean, your being released'

This didn't deter Joel, 'So what did you do darling? Did you touch her here?' Joel moves his free hand to Deans peck 'or did you did you touch her here' Joel's hand travelled south towards Deans crotch, Deans eyes grew big, but before Joel could lay his hand upon Dean, Brian swung his batten onto Joel's arm forcing him to let go of Dean entirely.

Dean suddenly felt safe in his father's arms, but looked up and couldn't stop his rambling of how he had fought back, he didn't just take it, what they were saying wasn't true. His Dad was here though as promised, and with a 'how about we get you home' Dean collapsed from relief in his father's arms and nodded in approval.

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Dean looked up at his family, the three most important women in his life were sobbing, and somehow Jess had moved closer and was holding his hand. He didn't want to look at the men in the room. He looked back down at his hands.

'That's it. I went to bed, woke up by the police breaking into my home, got the crap beaten out of me by the cops, called Dad at the prison, got the crap beaten out of me some more by the thugs in the cell and then Dad came.' Dean looked up then.

'But I promise, to all of you. I am not what they say I am. I haven't attacked any of my students, I love my job. I don't know who has made the allegation against me but I swear I didn't do it. I swear. I just need you to believe me. He gulped as he looked at his family.