Word Count: 1004
Disclaimer: not mine.
Warnings: Everything mentioned previously. Also, SLASH, HET. OOC. Bad writing. No!Beta. ...Probably more but right now I can't think of any.

A/N: So, I hate this chapter. It's just bad. And choppy. Sorry, but this is the third time I've typed it up.

Why? Why? Why would his dad do this to him, sell him like a piece of junk to the person who decided to actually pay. Why would his dad, his fucking father, ever even think to do this to somebody. It was unreasonable, Dean knew no matter how much he disappointed his father, John wouldn't ever actually get rid of him. Except...he did. John sold him, Sammy left too. They just...threw him away like he was last weeks paper. Dean sat on the couch and closed his eyes, legs crossed, and he waited. Waited for something to happen.

John had made it seem like the man would be waiting right outside of the door. Just ready to come in and pounce on the boy who he had bought. Dean shivered slightly, what kind of person buys a human? He was almost tempted to pull out his battered cell and call his dad, asking how much he even got for selling his son. It wouldn't be worth it though, John wouldn't answer and Dean knew that if Sam did he would probably break down and actually cry. Instead, Dean decided to wait. His life was already over anyways, what did it matter that he would probably be used as a sex toy and discarded in a couple of years when he wasn't "pretty" anymore? It didn't matter.

Nothing mattered anymore. Before he knew it, Dean was falling asleep, body slumped on the couch, no weapons in site.

-0-

Harry looked at the door to the motel and wondered why he was even here. "To give a poor boy a better life," a voice whispered. "He deserves it and you've wanted a companion for a while now." Harry thought about knocking before discarding the idea and just decided to see if the door was unlocked. He wasn't sure how surprised he actually was when the door opened with barely a push. Harry sighed and carefully walked inside.

He made sure to make little sound so he wouldn't scare the poor boy. His eyes scanned the room and landed on the teen laying on the couch. He paused and bit his lip, he owned a human being now. Owned one. Almost like he was some kind of pet who he decided to buy one day. Harry walked closer and knelt besides the boy. Dean, he reminded himself, the boy's name is Dean and not much younger than you are. He debated silently if he should just pick him up and carry him out to his car and then to his apartment or if he should wake him up and get the screaming over with.

Get it over with.

"Dean," Harry called, touching the boy's shoulder. "Wake up. We need to get out of here before it hits morning light." The boy didn't move and Harry frowned, the man-John?-had said that Dean was a very light sleeper and a good hunter. (A hunter of all things, the poor boy was forced to kill the supernatural at such a young age!) Harry shook Dean harder, trying to get him to wake up.

"Leave me alone," Dean moaned, hiding his face farther in the cushions. "I don't care how much money you gave my dad, just leave me the fuck alone and get out of here." Harry inhaled deeply, softly rubbing Dean's shoulder. At least he hadn't started to scream.

"Can't do that. Sorry, Dean. I'm here to help you though, I didn't buy you so you could lead some terrible life. I bought you so you could find a home and maybe you could be happy." If Dean's snort was anything to go by, Harry could safely assume that Dean didn't believe him. Which Harry had to admit was rather smart. "I'm not lying, how about we go back to my apartment and we can talk out the details. I'm not going to let you stay here."

"Why not?" Dean snapped, turning to face Harry. "I don't even fucking know you. You don't care about me. I sure as hell don't care that you bought me like a dog. Get the fuck away from me and leave me alone."

Harry's expression took on a stone like quality and Dean gulped a little. "Right now I really don't have the time or patience for a fight about how you don't care about anything or how your life already sucks. Get up and get in my car. You'll have a better life with me. A life that will actually take you somewhere, and by somewhere I don't mean some dirty alleyway making a couple bucks for spreading your legs."

Dean rolled his eyes, he wasn't really up for doing anything else. He was just so goddamn tired. "Like you won't make me spread 'em anyways."

Before Dean could process what was happening, Harry picked him up from the couch and threw him over his shoulder. "Shut up and don't struggle. I want to get home sometime before I actually have to go to work." Dean relaxed and gave in, not really needing the extra shit his father decided to put him through.

"I don't even know your name." Dean murmured, his face buried in the strangers back. Dean knew a couple things about the stranger though. First off, he owned him. The second thing was that he was strong and wasn't afraid to show it. Third was that he smelt kind of good, almost like the forest. The last thing was that he made Dean feel safe, weirdly enough.

Feeling safe with the guy who basically had complete control over his life. Fancy that. Stranger things have happened though, like his mother being pinned to the ceiling and burnt to death by a demon, but that was about it.

"'M names Harry. Harry Potter."

Dean knew that everything had changed. Maybe, though, just maybe it had changed for the better. That is, if Harry wasn't a lying cheating scumbag.

Dean sure hoped he wasn't.

A/n: Please review. Thanks to the five of you who did last time. Thanks for the story alerts. I like reviews too though. By the way, this is my first time ever writing a story like this.