Please Don't Leave Me

Chapter 5

(Mentioned Abuse)

Dean POV

Dean woke up to the sound of people talking. He can't say he was happy about that fact, but ignored it and opened his eyes. Never, in all the years he had lived in the basement had he woke to the sound of people talking. No one ever came down here so of course, he was curious. He looked around but wasn't able to see anyone or anything. Carefully, he tried to push himself up off his stomach. His body clenched as he moved waiting for the pain to hit, but it never did. Well, it did to an extent, but it was bearable. Dean maneuvered himself so he was sitting on the side of the bed. By the time he got there, he was out of breath and ready to go back to sleep.

He sits on the bed for a minute to catch his breath before he decides to try and stand. Slowly he pushes himself up. The pain in his body intensifies, but he just continues telling himself he's had worse. By the time he is on his feet, he realizes he needs to go to the bathroom. Now is one of those times he wished the bathroom was closer so he wouldn't have to move as much. He doesn't want to bother anyone to help him there, his pride already being hurt because he had to have someone help him. He looks around the room to see that the door was open which would explain why he could hear people. Slowly, Dean puts on foot in front of the other and hobbles his way across the room.

The bathroom hasn't always been this far, has it? Dean questions his whole existence on his way to the bathroom. Once he was finally there and relieved himself, he started to make the long trek back to his bed not even bothering to see what he looked like in his poor excuse of a mirror. He didn't care to see what his father had done. It was just another thing he didn't have the time to worry about.

Halfway back to his bed, he could hear someone coming down the stairs. Fear of being caught coursed through his veins. He tried to speed up to make it across the room before the other person made it into the room, but it just made him trip over his own two feet. Dean prepared himself for the impact of hitting the ground, but it never came. He could feel hands on his waist holding him up. If he was scared before, now he was terrified. Letting out a small yelp he tried to wiggle his way out of the hands. He didn't like people touching him, especially when it was skin on skin. A voice was telling him to calm down, but he couldn't, neither did he want to. Before he could figure out what he wanted to do, he was picked up as if he weighed nothing, which he found kind of offensive, and thrown over a shoulder. They could have at least tried to act like he wasn't way underweight and could easily be slung around.

Before he knew it, he was being sat on his bed. Looking up to see who had saved him from falling, he sees an old, gruff looking man. He looked extremely familiar, but the boy couldn't imagine why.

"Dean," he says making Dean realize that he had been staring at the man intensely.

"I'm sorry," he says quickly and looks at the ground partly out of habit and partly because of fear of what the man would do to him.

"Are you okay?" The question surprises Dean. Of all things the man could have said or done, that was not something he expected.

"I'm fine." By the look the man is giving him, Dean can see that he doesn't believe him. Thankfully, he doesn't push the subject. "How long have I been out," Dean asks wanting to change the subject. He also couldn't help but worry about his brother.

"Just around four to five hours, not too long." He answers looking at me as if willing me to remember something.

Dean hums before he realizes, "How do you know me, as a matter of fact, how the hell did you get in here?!" His brain goes haywire trying to remember what had happened. He remembers Sam and Cas, but this guy? Oh god...what if he's done something to them while I was out? What if he's hurt them and ...