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Dean had never felt such pain, and he wasn't the one receiving it. For Dean, that made it worse. He knew Mike was someone being beaten and raped and he could barely get off the pavement to help him and stop it. He could only imagine how it was for Mike.

At last it stopped. Dean didn't know how long it went on for, but all he knew was he could feel a strong pull coming from down the street. So he got up and followed the pull as fast as he could. He didn't care that he was getting weird looks for running down the street.

After running several blocks and two streets over, he came to a stop outside a small white house. If it wasn't for the pull coming from inside, he would have just assumed it was a normal house. After all it looked like a home out of Home and Gardens, except without the garden. But this wasn't any normal house. This was where Mike was being held. All he could feel from the connection was fear and sadness and it broke his heart. He didn't know why this connection affected him so much, but all he knew now was Mike needed him.

So he walked the short distance from the sidewalk to the steps. Of course he had out his gun and kept an eye out for any movement or signs of life. But there was nothing. Not any noise what so ever. The lack of sound kept Dean on edge, more so than knowing there was Demons inside.

The door is unlocked, so Dean lets himself in. The house looks any home you would expect to see in the neighborhood on the outside, but inside there's nothing. No furniture, no pictures, no anything. Dean does see a light on upstairs, so he heads for the stairs with his gun still in hand. Dean knew Mike was upstairs; of course the sound of someone softly singing would have given that away anyways.

As Dean climbs the stairs the words being sung get clearer. As he reaches the top of the stairs he stands outside the door and just listens to the rest of the song. Listens to the song being sung with such sorrow and pain that it makes him want to rush in and comfort Mike, but there could be demons so he stays outside.

Are you stuck inside a world you hate?
Are you sick of everyone around?
With the big fake smiles and stupid lies
Well deep inside you're bleeding

No you don't know what it's like
When nothing feels alright
You don't know what it's like to be like me

To be hurt, to feel lost, to be left out in the dark
To be kicked, when you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around

To be on the edge of breaking down
When no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like
Welcome to my life

But the song doesn't finish. The music cut off and silence is replaced by it. Dean starts to fear the worst until he hears, "I know you are there. Just come in already."

So Dean opens the door slowly. The bedroom, like the rest of the house, is bare. But not completely. There is a bed with white sheets with blood stains all over them (some old and some fresh), a dresser with a mirror and a boom box on it, and in front of the dresser starring at Dean in the mirror through red and puffy eyes, is Mike sitting in a chair wrapped completely in another blood stained sheet. Dean can see the pool of blood gathering under the chair as it slowly runs down Mike's leg.

Dean forgets to check for Demons as he quickly crosses the room to inspect Mike's wounds. As Dean reaches to remove the sheet, Dean sees Mike flinch in terror.

"I'm not going to hurt you," Dean says in the calmest voice he can for this situation. "I just want to check your wounds and make sure you are okay."

"You shouldn't have come. I'm fine and I can handle myself. My wounds will heal by morning so you should just go home and leave me alone." Dean could tell by the way Mike was looking at everything buy him that he was lying.

"My name is Dean. A douche I know named Gabriel sent me to help you." Mike looked to him quickly hearing Gabriel's name. "Obviously you do need my help."

"G-G-Gabriel sent you?" asked Mike as his eyes teared up that shocked Dean.

"You know Gabriel?"

"Of course I do. At least I thought I did. I haven't seen that stupid Arc Angel in a year. I've prayed to him every day to save me. Why did he wait so long? Why did he send you and not do it himself?" The tears started flowing and Mike dove his face into Dean's stomach for comfort.

Dean was started by what was happening but couldn't help but wrap his arms and hold the boy as he cried. He could feel Mike's sadness through the connection and it tore at him. But he couldn't just let the boy cry. "Sshhh. I know why he disappeared about a year ago, but I don't know why he and God want me to do this instead of him. But I'm here and I'm not going to let anything happen to you. But we need to get you out of here before the Demons come back and we need to get you checked out. You could have internal bleeding."

Dean could feel Mike sniffle before saying, "Sam and Noah will be gone for about another hour or so. As for internal bleeding, I am positive I do. I also have a punctured kidney and a few torn ligaments. Don't even get me started on how my ass is." With that Mike pulled away from Dean and turned his back to him. "I'm actually surprised it's not worse after what I did today. Usually that would have gone on and on. I normally have cigarette burns on my lower back from Sam, nail marks from Noah, dark bruises from where they grab me and hold me down, and occasionally knife wounds. But like I said, I'll be fine by morning. My wounds will all heal by then. But your right, we should go. If they find out anyone was here, I would pray for death that they could never give even if they wanted to."

Dean was confused by all of this. Especially that last part. What did that mean? Why can't Demons kill him? Dean has never known a Demon to care about a human life nor not be able to kill one if given the chance. And by the looks of it, they had plenty of chances.

But Mike still had tears in his eyes, so Dean didn't press the questions. Right now they need to get out of here and get him to a doctor to get checked out. But how where they going to get there with no vehicle?

"Come on, we should get you some clothes on. You need a doctor." Mike went to get up, and Dean could see he was struggling. "Just sit there. I'll get you some clothes." Dean opened all the drawers, but there was nothing in them. "What the hell?"

"They don't like me wearing clothes at home. That way they can see the damage they inflicted to me."

To Dean, Mike seemed really calm about the whole thing for someone who was just beaten and raped. Dean, on the other hand, was mortified. But Mike did say it's been about a year. "I'll carry you out I guess in the sheet."

"You'll get blood on your clothes. And it's freezing outside."

"Any better ideas?"

Mike thought for a second. "There is a spare down comforter in the closet. We can use that."