Where I Belong.

Unfortunate

6:30~
Dean walked into the house slowly and made sure the door didn't slam.

He walks slow (I limp really) and then up the stairs, he's almost free until the top stair creeks.

Dean looks around then walks a tiny bit faster to his room. when Sam's door opens Dean turns "Hey, Sammy" Sam rubbed his sleepy eyes.

"Where were you?"

"I had a little walk to the lake and it got really late so I started walking back" Dean stopped and noticed Sam was still in his school clothes and his eyes were puffy "Have you not fallen asleep yet?"

"No... I was home alone, no one to read to me" Sam got misty eyed.

"What?" Dean picked Sam up holding him close, hearing him weep into his shoulder "where's dad, Sam?" Dean went and laid him down.

"Looking for you" Sam wiped his little tears.

"Okay.. Um... Wha-" Dean hears the door slam down stairs and his fathers stomps coming up.

He sprints to the light turning it off then gets in bed with Sam hugging him "stay asleep like before.. no matter what, okay"

"Okay, Dean" The door swings open, lights on. Dean keeps his eyes closed and acts his best to be asleep.

"Dean, get up!" John grabs him by the collar and Dean can't ignore him.

"Dad please! Don't!" John raised his hand and smacked Dean to the floor "you little faggot!" John picked him up and pushed him back to the ground, Dean falls face first busting his lip.

"You come home when I tell you to! Not when you want! Go!" John shooed.

Dean lifts himself and stands; grabbing his hurting arm. He looks at Sam pretending to sleep like he's always taught him to but, saw a little tear drop slid down his face.

Dean walked out and paused at the top of the stairs.

"Why don't you get me a beer while you're down there, make yourself useful"

"You know what" Dean turned around "You're a drunk slob who doesn't even take care for his sons! And you probably weren't even looking for me! So fuck yo-" John punched Dean and everything seemed so slow.

Dean felt his footing get lost; his hand hit the railing and he caught himself.

"Dean!" John grabbed his arm. Dean stood shocked looking down the stair case until he felt his burning lip "Dean?" Dean looked back with hate in his glare then pushing his father aside, running to his room; when in; throwing himself on to the bed and crying in anger and pain.