The Price (Part 5/?)
Sam watched from inside the glass doors as Dean drove out of the parking lot, the unmarked cop car close on his tail. He gripped the bar tightly to keep from running out the door after him, sure that this plan was as bad as they came. The plan set the path they were on now though and Sam had to follow it, no matter how afraid he was for his brother. Dean would go straight to the library and stay there, he had promised. Dean never lied to Sam or broke his promises to him if he could help it. Well, he never lied to Sam about anything other than himself. Sam was sure he hadn’t been lying this time. He sighed and turned to head for his first class, stopping short and glaring at the boys blocking his way.
“Hey, Winchester. How was your weekend? Heard it got real hot after we split up Saturday night.” The boy smirked and his friends laughed as Sam’s glare turned deadly.
“You know what happened, Tony? What the hell, asshole? Why didn’t you tell the cops the truth?”
Tony stepped forward threateningly, surprised when the younger boy held his ground. “Watch who you’re calling asshole, jailbait. And why didn’t I tell the cops the truth? God, sophomores are almost as dumb as freshmen. Do you know what you can get away with in this town if you do nice things for the cops? Give them nice things?”
Sam stared for a moment, shocked into temporary silence. “You set me up? You set me up? Do you know what those bastards did?”
Tony laughed. “I know what they usually do, but you’re walking a little too well for them to have done that. What’d you do, Sammy? Suck cock all night?”
“No.” Sam’s voice was tight, vibrating with anger. “No, I didn’t do anything.”
“No?” The older boy feigned surprise. “Oh, that’s right, that faggot brother of yours came looking for you. I heard the cops couldn’t wait to trade your bony little butt in for that fine piece of ass. I heard that ass is as good as pussy. That those lips suck cock like a pro. But I only heard that. You were there, Sammy. What do you think? Your brother as good as they say?”
Sam shook with rage, understanding for the first time what it meant to see red. His fists clenched, and he was seconds away from throwing himself at the older boys, inflicting as much damage as he could, when his father’s voice ran through his mind. Never let them make you so mad that you don’t think straight, Sammy. That gives the advantage to them.
“Come on, Winchester. You as big a pussy as your brother? You know, if the cops wouldn’t have been pissed about sloppy seconds, we were going to give you a test drive before they got there. Think if big brother had walked in on that, he would have traded his ass for yours with us, too?”
Sam forced himself to stand down, and the smile he directed at the other boys made even Tony back up a pace. “No. No, if Dean had walked in on you hurting me, none of you would be here today. He might have killed you, would sure as hell have put you in the hospital for a good long time. Maybe forever. But you wouldn’t have had me or him if you’d tried that.”
Tony laughed derisively. “Sure, Sammy. Sure he would have. Doesn’t matter anyway. We’ll get our turn.”
Sam’s gaze narrowed. “What are you talking about?”
Sam never got his answer. Mr. Hibbing, the phys. ed. teacher, approached the boys as the final bell rang. He gave the older boys a hard stare and placed a hand on Sam’s shoulder. “Is there a problem here, boys? Final bell’s already ringing and none of you are even near your homerooms.”
“No, sir,” Tony answered. “No problem here, right Sammy? We were just heading out. Be in our rooms before the bell’s done ringing.”
“See that you are. Sam, I’ll walk you to your room. I wanted to talk to you about trying out for track.” Keeping his hand on Sam’s shoulder, the older man walked him to class.
Tony snorted as soon as the two were out of earshot. “Oh, Sammy. Want to know what you get when you do nice things for the cops in this town? They give you a prime spot in the line to fuck that gorgeous brother of yours.”
“Mmmmm,” laughed one of the other boys. “I’m gonna make him suck my cock. And know what I heard?”
“No dickweed, what did you hear?”
“I heard there’s a good chance little Sammy’s gonna get his cherry popped over the weekend too. Gonna be a twofer with big brother.”
“No fuckin’ way.” Tony’s grin split his face. “Where’d you hear that?”
“Curt’s brother’s on the force. He overheard him talking about it with his partner. What do you think, Tony? Want to try to get us a piece of little Winchester too?”
“Oh, hell yes. I’ll talk to my connection and see if I can’t get us into Sammy too. Come on, guys let’s get going before Hibbing comes back and gives us shit for not being in class.” Laughing and discussing their weekend plans, the boys moved down the hallway.
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Dean kept his promise. He pulled into the library parking lot ten minutes after dropping Sam at school, the cops right behind him. They were the only two cars there and Dean had a sinking feeling that the library wasn’t even open yet. The way in was the only way out and the Impala was blocked by the sedan idling behind her so Dean swung into a parking space hoping they’d get out of his way. The cops pulled in beside him, the officer sitting in the passenger side rolling down his window and gesturing for Dean to do the same.
“Library’s not open ‘til ten, kid,” he leered, lifting his wrist for an ostentatious look at his watch. “Barely a quarter past eight now. Gonna be a couple of hours before you can get to….whatever it is you’re going to do in there.”
“Just killing time ‘til my brother gets out of school,” Dean muttered.
“Going to stay in there all day, huh? Hear that, Brett?” He laughingly turned to the man in the driver’s seat. “I think this stupid kid thinks he can just hide in the library all day and we’ll leave him alone. What do you think the chances of that are?”
“Pretty fuckin’ slim,” Brett snorted. “We’re your shadows ‘til Friday, sweetheart. Tell you what. Let us buy you some breakfast.”
Dean just stared. “Uh, no. I’m not hungry.”
“Didn’t ask if you were hungry, Pretty. Now you just follow us to the diner.”
“No.”
“No? Boy, if we have to put you in the back seat here, you ain’t going to be back there alone. Now we’re going to get breakfast and you’re coming with us. Understand?”
Dean clenched his jaw and nodded stiffly. There was no way he was going into that back seat. No fucking way. Sorry, Sammy, he thought as they pulled out. I tried.
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The diner was busy, but not crazy at this time of morning. Most of the regulars had gone to work, leaving an assortment of elderly couples, unemployed younger people killing time, and cops. Lots and lots of cops. Brett and his partner, Jamie, Dean found out his name was, steered Dean to a large circular booth. There were a couple of familiar faces around the table and Dean froze as the men slid out of the seats to make room for him.
“Go on,” Jamie pushed at Dean’s shoulder, “have a seat.”
“I…,” Dean hesitated, dreading the thought of being trapped on the inside of the booth, and the voice of sanity came from behind him.
“Jamie Caldwell, why don’t you leave that poor boy alone. You should be ashamed of yourself.” Dean glanced up and the waitress was right there, glaring at the men surrounding him.
Jamie’s partner stepped up and grabbed the woman by the arm. “Why don’t you just mind your business and get us some coffee, Sarah. You got that little girl at home you don’t want nothin’ happening to.”
Sarah pulled away with a twist. “You don’t threaten my daughter, Brett. If you do…”
“What?” Brett laughed. “What will you do, sweetheart? You think we haven’t heard every threat in the book? This boy’s little brother told us his daddy was going to kill us.” He grabbed Dean and pulled him close. “What do you think, baby? Think your daddy is going to kill us?”
Dean looked him square in the eye. I think I’m going to kill you, you son of a bitch ,and you don’t even want to think about what my dad will do to you, was all he could think, but with Sam still within their reach, he bit his tongue. “No, sir,” he muttered.
Brett grinned and shoved Dean into the booth. “Good answer, kid.”
Dean stared each man in the face as he slid across the vinyl seat. There was no way he was forgetting a single one of them. Every bastard that ever threatened Sam, ever touched him, was going down. He stopped a good foot short of the next man on the bench, but ended up being crushed flush against him by the time everyone crowded back into their seats. He had an unwelcome hand on each thigh and his neck was being nuzzled from either side.
“Don’t mark him up, Josh, the Chief’ll be pissed if he’s covered in hickeys before the john’s even get to him.”
“Mmmmhmm,” murmured Josh, and Dean could feel the man easing off on the bruising suction he’d been applying to Dean’s throat. “Oooph!” Josh grunted as Dean’s elbow slammed into his ribs and he grabbed Dean’s hair, jerking his head forward and pinning him to the table.
“Play nice, sweetheart,” a pair of handcuffs was dropped onto the table in front of Dean’s face, “or I’ll have to put these on. Now, you’ve got a choice. Keep your hands to yourself, or we’ll take care of that for you.”
“How about you keep your hands to yourself,” Dean muttered. “And your mouths too.”
“But you’re so touchable,” the man on his other side laughed sliding his hand up Dean’s thigh to rub at his crotch. “Couldn’t get enough of you the other night.”
“Yeah, so why are you two getting first crack at him again, Tim?”
“Seniority,” Tim grinned. “Don’t worry, he doesn’t have to pick up his brother until three, isn’t that right, Dean? Though if he doesn’t start behaving, we could go pick him up a little earlier. Gonna be good for us, baby?”
Dean ground his teeth and nodded, cheek wet from spilled coffee. Josh let him up and Dean settled tensely back into his seat, heart racing as he struggled to keep his breathing even.
“Hey, Sarah,” Brett called out. “Bring this kid some food.”
Sara came back to the booth, face tight with an anger that didn’t reach her voice when she spoke. “You want something to eat, hon?”
Dean just shook his head, eyes not leaving the table top.
“Boy’s not hungry. Can’t say as I blame him…” She paused and sighed, thinking better of what she was going to say.
Dean raised his head then, and caught her eye. “Don’t worry about me,” he wanted to say. “Worry about your daughter. Protect her with everything you’ve got.”
Sarah gave a little nod and Dean’s gaze followed her back to the counter. Several of the couples that had been enjoying their breakfasts were waiting to pay their checks, apparently sickened by the spectacle in the end booth.
Sarah gave the last of the departing customers a despairing look as raucous laughter rang out from the back of the diner. The cops often bragged about their exploits over meals, but except for one occasion when they’d dragged the sixteen year old bus boy into their midst, they’d never actually had their sick fun here. Simon never came back to work, his family left town shortly afterward and only adults were hired for any job from that point onward. She hoped this boy had an out, but from the condition of his clothes and the desperate expression on his face, she doubted it. Movement caught her eye and she glance up to see Tim and Josh headed for the restroom, Dean walking between them like a man on the way to his execution.
“Bathroom’s out of order,” she called brusquely.
“Not exactly going in there to piss, sweetheart.” Josh smiled pleasantly as he ran a thumb across Dean’s lips. “If you get my drift.”
“Why don’t you leave him alone?” Sarah’s plea was almost inaudible, but Tim heard her loud and clear.
“Because I don’t want to,” he replied, shoving Dean into the men's room. They left the door open so she got a good view of Dean being hauled into a rough kiss before being shoved to his knees. Both men were opening their flies as it swung shut with a bang.
Tim came out fifteen minutes later and Jamie left the table to go in. Sarah resolved not to look, but every time the door opened her eyes were drawn in horror to the boy being violated behind it. Someone had to bear witness to the abuse these monsters were perpetrating and she was all there was. If there was anyone to testify to she would do it gladly.
The men came and went until they’d all had a turn. Brett was last and he exited the bathroom dragging Dean by the arm. Sarah choked back a sob at the sight of the dazed young man. Dean’s face and hair were streaked with semen and his shirt front was soaked with it. HIs eyes bounced everywhere and nowhere and the shame in them when they flicked across Sarah’s bolstered her courage.
“It’s not your fault, honey,” she said, holding Dean’s gaze when it tried to dance away and her heart broke when she saw that he didn’t believe her.
Jamie came up on Dean’s other side and laughed. “Wow, what a mess. Guess we better get you home and out of those clothes. You need a good hosing down, son.”
Sarah gasped at what flashed through Dean’s eyes then. The men couldn’t have seen that dark, threatening look or they would have walked away from this one and never looked back.
Brett caught it. “Or,” he said, tilting Dean’s chin up, “we could just leave you like this until it’s time to go get your brother. What do you think he’ll say when he sees what a come slut you are?”
Tears filled Sarah’s eyes as Dean’s defiance melted away and defeat covered his face. “Not your fault,” she repeated softly as he was hauled out of the building.
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Dean pulled into the school parking lot at three sharp and two minutes later his brother slid through the passenger door. Sam tossed his book bag into the back seat, craned his neck until he caught sight of their constant shadows, then gave his brother an appraising look.
“Those aren’t the clothes you were wearing this morning.” Sam’s eyes narrowed in on Dean’s pale face. “Did you go to the library like you promised?”
“Yeah,” Dean said with a shrug.
“And?”
“And it didn’t open until ten so I ended up at the diner.”
“Did the cops end up there too?” Sam was furious and Dean forced himself to remain calm.
“Where ever I go, they go too.”
“And your clothes?”
Out in the garbage with the ones he’d been wearing the night before last, but he wasn't telling Sam that. If this kept up, he wouldn’t have any clothes left.
“They’re assholes, Sam. Just as much of what I was eating ended up on my clothes as in my stomach.”
“So you went home to change.”
“Yup.”
“And shower.” Sam waved a hand at Dean’s head. “Your hair’s wet.”
“Yup.” Dean fought a shudder at the memory of soap slick hands sliding over his body, kept his breathing steady like he hadn’t been able to with water cascading over his upturned face and a thick cock cutting off his air. They hadn’t fucked him but they’d informed him in detail that it was only because his ass had to be in good shape for the weekend so his customers would get their money's worth.
“Alone?” Sam’s voice cracked and Dean’s knuckles went white on the steering wheel.
“Yes, Sam,” Dean lied. “They’re going to leave me alone until Friday.”
“How do you know that?”
“Because they told me.” Dean swallowed hard, grimacing as the saliva burned down his raw throat. “Got a big payday planned for this weekend and they don’t want to damage the merchandise.”
“Think it’s too late for that,” Sam muttered, eyes glued on the passenger side mirror. The surveillance car was right behind them and if Sam could have vaporized it with the power of his mind, it would be just a smear on the pavement.
Dean stared straight ahead and didn’t speak for the rest of the drive. Tomorrow all this would be over one way or another. He had absolute faith that Bobby would get Sam out. And when Sam was safe, he would get out too. If the cops tried to stop him, he’d go down hard and take as many of the bastards with him as he could.
TBC
“Hey, Winchester. How was your weekend? Heard it got real hot after we split up Saturday night.” The boy smirked and his friends laughed as Sam’s glare turned deadly.
“You know what happened, Tony? What the hell, asshole? Why didn’t you tell the cops the truth?”
Tony stepped forward threateningly, surprised when the younger boy held his ground. “Watch who you’re calling asshole, jailbait. And why didn’t I tell the cops the truth? God, sophomores are almost as dumb as freshmen. Do you know what you can get away with in this town if you do nice things for the cops? Give them nice things?”
Sam stared for a moment, shocked into temporary silence. “You set me up? You set me up? Do you know what those bastards did?”
Tony laughed. “I know what they usually do, but you’re walking a little too well for them to have done that. What’d you do, Sammy? Suck cock all night?”
“No.” Sam’s voice was tight, vibrating with anger. “No, I didn’t do anything.”
“No?” The older boy feigned surprise. “Oh, that’s right, that faggot brother of yours came looking for you. I heard the cops couldn’t wait to trade your bony little butt in for that fine piece of ass. I heard that ass is as good as pussy. That those lips suck cock like a pro. But I only heard that. You were there, Sammy. What do you think? Your brother as good as they say?”
Sam shook with rage, understanding for the first time what it meant to see red. His fists clenched, and he was seconds away from throwing himself at the older boys, inflicting as much damage as he could, when his father’s voice ran through his mind. Never let them make you so mad that you don’t think straight, Sammy. That gives the advantage to them.
“Come on, Winchester. You as big a pussy as your brother? You know, if the cops wouldn’t have been pissed about sloppy seconds, we were going to give you a test drive before they got there. Think if big brother had walked in on that, he would have traded his ass for yours with us, too?”
Sam forced himself to stand down, and the smile he directed at the other boys made even Tony back up a pace. “No. No, if Dean had walked in on you hurting me, none of you would be here today. He might have killed you, would sure as hell have put you in the hospital for a good long time. Maybe forever. But you wouldn’t have had me or him if you’d tried that.”
Tony laughed derisively. “Sure, Sammy. Sure he would have. Doesn’t matter anyway. We’ll get our turn.”
Sam’s gaze narrowed. “What are you talking about?”
Sam never got his answer. Mr. Hibbing, the phys. ed. teacher, approached the boys as the final bell rang. He gave the older boys a hard stare and placed a hand on Sam’s shoulder. “Is there a problem here, boys? Final bell’s already ringing and none of you are even near your homerooms.”
“No, sir,” Tony answered. “No problem here, right Sammy? We were just heading out. Be in our rooms before the bell’s done ringing.”
“See that you are. Sam, I’ll walk you to your room. I wanted to talk to you about trying out for track.” Keeping his hand on Sam’s shoulder, the older man walked him to class.
Tony snorted as soon as the two were out of earshot. “Oh, Sammy. Want to know what you get when you do nice things for the cops in this town? They give you a prime spot in the line to fuck that gorgeous brother of yours.”
“Mmmmm,” laughed one of the other boys. “I’m gonna make him suck my cock. And know what I heard?”
“No dickweed, what did you hear?”
“I heard there’s a good chance little Sammy’s gonna get his cherry popped over the weekend too. Gonna be a twofer with big brother.”
“No fuckin’ way.” Tony’s grin split his face. “Where’d you hear that?”
“Curt’s brother’s on the force. He overheard him talking about it with his partner. What do you think, Tony? Want to try to get us a piece of little Winchester too?”
“Oh, hell yes. I’ll talk to my connection and see if I can’t get us into Sammy too. Come on, guys let’s get going before Hibbing comes back and gives us shit for not being in class.” Laughing and discussing their weekend plans, the boys moved down the hallway.
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Dean kept his promise. He pulled into the library parking lot ten minutes after dropping Sam at school, the cops right behind him. They were the only two cars there and Dean had a sinking feeling that the library wasn’t even open yet. The way in was the only way out and the Impala was blocked by the sedan idling behind her so Dean swung into a parking space hoping they’d get out of his way. The cops pulled in beside him, the officer sitting in the passenger side rolling down his window and gesturing for Dean to do the same.
“Library’s not open ‘til ten, kid,” he leered, lifting his wrist for an ostentatious look at his watch. “Barely a quarter past eight now. Gonna be a couple of hours before you can get to….whatever it is you’re going to do in there.”
“Just killing time ‘til my brother gets out of school,” Dean muttered.
“Going to stay in there all day, huh? Hear that, Brett?” He laughingly turned to the man in the driver’s seat. “I think this stupid kid thinks he can just hide in the library all day and we’ll leave him alone. What do you think the chances of that are?”
“Pretty fuckin’ slim,” Brett snorted. “We’re your shadows ‘til Friday, sweetheart. Tell you what. Let us buy you some breakfast.”
Dean just stared. “Uh, no. I’m not hungry.”
“Didn’t ask if you were hungry, Pretty. Now you just follow us to the diner.”
“No.”
“No? Boy, if we have to put you in the back seat here, you ain’t going to be back there alone. Now we’re going to get breakfast and you’re coming with us. Understand?”
Dean clenched his jaw and nodded stiffly. There was no way he was going into that back seat. No fucking way. Sorry, Sammy, he thought as they pulled out. I tried.
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The diner was busy, but not crazy at this time of morning. Most of the regulars had gone to work, leaving an assortment of elderly couples, unemployed younger people killing time, and cops. Lots and lots of cops. Brett and his partner, Jamie, Dean found out his name was, steered Dean to a large circular booth. There were a couple of familiar faces around the table and Dean froze as the men slid out of the seats to make room for him.
“Go on,” Jamie pushed at Dean’s shoulder, “have a seat.”
“I…,” Dean hesitated, dreading the thought of being trapped on the inside of the booth, and the voice of sanity came from behind him.
“Jamie Caldwell, why don’t you leave that poor boy alone. You should be ashamed of yourself.” Dean glanced up and the waitress was right there, glaring at the men surrounding him.
Jamie’s partner stepped up and grabbed the woman by the arm. “Why don’t you just mind your business and get us some coffee, Sarah. You got that little girl at home you don’t want nothin’ happening to.”
Sarah pulled away with a twist. “You don’t threaten my daughter, Brett. If you do…”
“What?” Brett laughed. “What will you do, sweetheart? You think we haven’t heard every threat in the book? This boy’s little brother told us his daddy was going to kill us.” He grabbed Dean and pulled him close. “What do you think, baby? Think your daddy is going to kill us?”
Dean looked him square in the eye. I think I’m going to kill you, you son of a bitch ,and you don’t even want to think about what my dad will do to you, was all he could think, but with Sam still within their reach, he bit his tongue. “No, sir,” he muttered.
Brett grinned and shoved Dean into the booth. “Good answer, kid.”
Dean stared each man in the face as he slid across the vinyl seat. There was no way he was forgetting a single one of them. Every bastard that ever threatened Sam, ever touched him, was going down. He stopped a good foot short of the next man on the bench, but ended up being crushed flush against him by the time everyone crowded back into their seats. He had an unwelcome hand on each thigh and his neck was being nuzzled from either side.
“Don’t mark him up, Josh, the Chief’ll be pissed if he’s covered in hickeys before the john’s even get to him.”
“Mmmmhmm,” murmured Josh, and Dean could feel the man easing off on the bruising suction he’d been applying to Dean’s throat. “Oooph!” Josh grunted as Dean’s elbow slammed into his ribs and he grabbed Dean’s hair, jerking his head forward and pinning him to the table.
“Play nice, sweetheart,” a pair of handcuffs was dropped onto the table in front of Dean’s face, “or I’ll have to put these on. Now, you’ve got a choice. Keep your hands to yourself, or we’ll take care of that for you.”
“How about you keep your hands to yourself,” Dean muttered. “And your mouths too.”
“But you’re so touchable,” the man on his other side laughed sliding his hand up Dean’s thigh to rub at his crotch. “Couldn’t get enough of you the other night.”
“Yeah, so why are you two getting first crack at him again, Tim?”
“Seniority,” Tim grinned. “Don’t worry, he doesn’t have to pick up his brother until three, isn’t that right, Dean? Though if he doesn’t start behaving, we could go pick him up a little earlier. Gonna be good for us, baby?”
Dean ground his teeth and nodded, cheek wet from spilled coffee. Josh let him up and Dean settled tensely back into his seat, heart racing as he struggled to keep his breathing even.
“Hey, Sarah,” Brett called out. “Bring this kid some food.”
Sara came back to the booth, face tight with an anger that didn’t reach her voice when she spoke. “You want something to eat, hon?”
Dean just shook his head, eyes not leaving the table top.
“Boy’s not hungry. Can’t say as I blame him…” She paused and sighed, thinking better of what she was going to say.
Dean raised his head then, and caught her eye. “Don’t worry about me,” he wanted to say. “Worry about your daughter. Protect her with everything you’ve got.”
Sarah gave a little nod and Dean’s gaze followed her back to the counter. Several of the couples that had been enjoying their breakfasts were waiting to pay their checks, apparently sickened by the spectacle in the end booth.
Sarah gave the last of the departing customers a despairing look as raucous laughter rang out from the back of the diner. The cops often bragged about their exploits over meals, but except for one occasion when they’d dragged the sixteen year old bus boy into their midst, they’d never actually had their sick fun here. Simon never came back to work, his family left town shortly afterward and only adults were hired for any job from that point onward. She hoped this boy had an out, but from the condition of his clothes and the desperate expression on his face, she doubted it. Movement caught her eye and she glance up to see Tim and Josh headed for the restroom, Dean walking between them like a man on the way to his execution.
“Bathroom’s out of order,” she called brusquely.
“Not exactly going in there to piss, sweetheart.” Josh smiled pleasantly as he ran a thumb across Dean’s lips. “If you get my drift.”
“Why don’t you leave him alone?” Sarah’s plea was almost inaudible, but Tim heard her loud and clear.
“Because I don’t want to,” he replied, shoving Dean into the men's room. They left the door open so she got a good view of Dean being hauled into a rough kiss before being shoved to his knees. Both men were opening their flies as it swung shut with a bang.
Tim came out fifteen minutes later and Jamie left the table to go in. Sarah resolved not to look, but every time the door opened her eyes were drawn in horror to the boy being violated behind it. Someone had to bear witness to the abuse these monsters were perpetrating and she was all there was. If there was anyone to testify to she would do it gladly.
The men came and went until they’d all had a turn. Brett was last and he exited the bathroom dragging Dean by the arm. Sarah choked back a sob at the sight of the dazed young man. Dean’s face and hair were streaked with semen and his shirt front was soaked with it. HIs eyes bounced everywhere and nowhere and the shame in them when they flicked across Sarah’s bolstered her courage.
“It’s not your fault, honey,” she said, holding Dean’s gaze when it tried to dance away and her heart broke when she saw that he didn’t believe her.
Jamie came up on Dean’s other side and laughed. “Wow, what a mess. Guess we better get you home and out of those clothes. You need a good hosing down, son.”
Sarah gasped at what flashed through Dean’s eyes then. The men couldn’t have seen that dark, threatening look or they would have walked away from this one and never looked back.
Brett caught it. “Or,” he said, tilting Dean’s chin up, “we could just leave you like this until it’s time to go get your brother. What do you think he’ll say when he sees what a come slut you are?”
Tears filled Sarah’s eyes as Dean’s defiance melted away and defeat covered his face. “Not your fault,” she repeated softly as he was hauled out of the building.
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Dean pulled into the school parking lot at three sharp and two minutes later his brother slid through the passenger door. Sam tossed his book bag into the back seat, craned his neck until he caught sight of their constant shadows, then gave his brother an appraising look.
“Those aren’t the clothes you were wearing this morning.” Sam’s eyes narrowed in on Dean’s pale face. “Did you go to the library like you promised?”
“Yeah,” Dean said with a shrug.
“And?”
“And it didn’t open until ten so I ended up at the diner.”
“Did the cops end up there too?” Sam was furious and Dean forced himself to remain calm.
“Where ever I go, they go too.”
“And your clothes?”
Out in the garbage with the ones he’d been wearing the night before last, but he wasn't telling Sam that. If this kept up, he wouldn’t have any clothes left.
“They’re assholes, Sam. Just as much of what I was eating ended up on my clothes as in my stomach.”
“So you went home to change.”
“Yup.”
“And shower.” Sam waved a hand at Dean’s head. “Your hair’s wet.”
“Yup.” Dean fought a shudder at the memory of soap slick hands sliding over his body, kept his breathing steady like he hadn’t been able to with water cascading over his upturned face and a thick cock cutting off his air. They hadn’t fucked him but they’d informed him in detail that it was only because his ass had to be in good shape for the weekend so his customers would get their money's worth.
“Alone?” Sam’s voice cracked and Dean’s knuckles went white on the steering wheel.
“Yes, Sam,” Dean lied. “They’re going to leave me alone until Friday.”
“How do you know that?”
“Because they told me.” Dean swallowed hard, grimacing as the saliva burned down his raw throat. “Got a big payday planned for this weekend and they don’t want to damage the merchandise.”
“Think it’s too late for that,” Sam muttered, eyes glued on the passenger side mirror. The surveillance car was right behind them and if Sam could have vaporized it with the power of his mind, it would be just a smear on the pavement.
Dean stared straight ahead and didn’t speak for the rest of the drive. Tomorrow all this would be over one way or another. He had absolute faith that Bobby would get Sam out. And when Sam was safe, he would get out too. If the cops tried to stop him, he’d go down hard and take as many of the bastards with him as he could.
TBC