Budweiser

Chapter 4: Not Again

Cassius' P.O.V.

When I wake up, I'm in a hauntingly familiar trailer with a smirking Louis hovering over me. They must have installed a light, flooding the small space with an erie yellow. I'm in my human form for the first time in months. I have shorts on, but that's it. It's so weird I don't even know how to move.

"Well, well, well. You've grown. That face is definitely easier to look at. Heard you found a mate, too. Though he can never have what I do," he says the last part with a shit-eating grin.

"God, please don't. Not again," I plead. He slaps me.

"I thought you learned to hold your tongue. I guess I'll just have to teach you," he says as he smirks down at me. He grabs a silver knife and crouches down next to me. He cuts into my chest, grinning as the silver burns my flesh on either sides of the cut. He does it again and again until I can't hold back my screams. Black dots cloud my already hazy vision. I can't believe this is happening to me, again. I thought I was safe there. I thought I would be protected. The black dots almost pull me into a painless oblivion, but the sting from Louis' slap keeps them from consuming me entirely.

He flips me over and grabs something else off of the floor. I hear it well before it tears through my skin. The whirring that could only be leather cutting through air. Then it buries deep within my back, being torn out shortly after. This happens over and over again.

The smell of my blood and fear coat the already heavy air, making Louis smirk. I can't go through this again. I'm going to die if I don't get out of here. What makes it worse is that Louis is my actual father. But, of course, he hates me for not being his mate's kid. Same for my mother, though she doesn't beat me for it.

Years later

I don't even know how long I've been here. I'm so close to death my brain won't let me function. Why hasn't Dean come for me yet? Or Alpha Marcus? Someone, anyone? I mean, you would think they would care I'm gone. I guess not. I didn't really expect them to miss me, though, no one ever does.

Louis is about to walk out of the trailer after my daily beatings, but the door flies open before he has the chance. A wolf stands on the other side. He looks at me and snarls at my black and blue appearance. When he turns to Louis I notice a unique looking, black sun on the wolf's side. Like the one Alpha Marcus had. Could it be him? To be honest, I don't even care. I'm just glad someone's here to help me.

The moment Marcus launches at Louis, Dean comes running into the trailer with a set of keys and one of his shirts by the smell of it. He glanced at the fight before his eyes settle on me. Worry floods his face when he sees the puddle of blood I'm laying in. The puddle of my blood. He unlocks my chains and gingerly picks me up, after putting the shirt on my torn up back with my chest against his and his forearm supporting me.

"Come on, let's get you out of here," he says as he walks past the fight again. Though it's not really a fight anymore, it's more of a game for Marcus. He rips a chunk of flesh off before swiftly prancing around and dodging Louis' pathetic attempt at fighting. "Marcus, hurry up and knock him out. We need to get Cass back home."

I freeze at the sound of my name. No one's called me by my real name in years. Wait, how does he know my name? I look around Dean and see my mother running up to us.

"Where are you taking my son?" she yells at Dean. "Cassius, are you alright?" my mother fakes concern well, but I can tell Dean's not having any of it.

"Alright? Alright! Does he look alright? He stopped being your son the second that man touched him and you did nothing," Dean yells angrily, pointing at the now motionless body of my father with his free arm. He places his hand on my covered back and I unintentionally bite into his shoulder.

"Dean!" I croak out. "Back!" Shortly after that I pass out from relief or pain, I can't tell which.

Dean's P.O.V.

We brought the truck and trailer with us, just in case he was in horse form, but from the looks of him we're going to lay him down in the trailer, instead of the truck. I lay him on his stomach on top of the fluffiest blanket I could find and sit by him. The doctor rushes in at the same time I notice Cassius has passed out. Dr. Rubin asks me to wait outside, but I don't. I couldn't leave him again. I won't leave him again.

Dr. Rubin rips off the shirt that I had slipped on Cassius and immediately goes about cleaning the deep gashes on his back. He stitches up the bad ones and hooks him up to an IV. The truck starts moving shortly after Dr. Rubin leaves. Cassius groans in his sleep every time we go over a bump in the road. I don't blame him, I don't think Dr. Rubin gave him anything for the pain, and if he did, it probably wouldn't even take the edge off. If we were mated, I could take some of the pain away, but we're not and I'm forced to make him go through the pain alone. I physically cringe whenever Cass tenses up, knowing that he's just hurting himself more. I move closer and pull him into my lap, knowing it'll help him relax. He opens his eyes and takes in my scent. He's so beautiful, even when he's covered in his own blood.

We get back to our house in under four hours. I walk out of the trail, with Cass secured in my arms.

"Come on Cass, let's get you cleaned up," I whisper to him.
_______________________________________________________________________________A/N:
The picture is of Cass' back when it's healed