Dean woke up. he pain alarmed him, it was almost worse than the night before. Shivering he waited until his dad would come to bring him home.

Breathing in the stale air Dean noticed how the sky was lighter. He had been waiting for what felt like an hour before John came to get him. Dean could hear his grumbles from a mile away. John stomped over, the smell of alcohol radiated off him. Dean just hoped that John wouldn't be so ruff.

John dragged him. There was tension in air, like static. It all made it so time seemed to go a little slower. That didn't help the pain Dean was feeling everywhere and the forming bruises on his wrists from john's harsh grip wouldn't help. It felt like forever until they reached home.

Dean wobbled to the bedroom before collapsing on the ground. Dean knew that he needed to take care of his wounds before Sam comes home but he was just so tired.

Dean fell for the trick when his mind told him 'just one more minute, then I'll get up.' He ended up asleep on the hard floor. Dean did not wake up until he heard his brother Sammy who probably came home to get ready for school. "Dean?"

The door creaked open and Dean had no time to hide. When Sam saw Dean he broke down into a sob making Dean feel bad for his brother. It's all his fault. Now he has to worry Sammy because he couldn't go clean up his wounds.

Sam choked on his tears before saying "W-we g-otta cl-lean you u-up Dean." Dean just nodded as a response to embarrassed to say anything more. 

As Sam helped Dean to the bathroom he really got to see just how banged up his brother was. His brother was literally coated with dry blood. The whip marks and bruises were definitely more visible than the scars.

Sam just wanted to cry again seeing his brother in so much pain. Sam started to clean off the blood noticing Dean trying to hold back a wince. They had enough alcohol to clean the wounds, just not enough bandages.

Dean's back was filled with whip marks but Sam knew he couldn't fit the bandages there, so instead, he did the cuts on the arms. Once finished, Sammy realized that there wasn't even enough for the chest or legs.

Sam just couldn't help but feel bad for Dean. He started to apologize over and over before Sam stopped him "It was my fault, not yours. Dad was mad at my actions, not yours."

Sam could see how broken Dean was. He tried to pretend that he didn't because he knows it would break Dean's heart if he knew. But, he could see how little Dean thought of himself. Dean probably hated himself, at the least. Sam just wanted to cry again thinking about this.

Sam helped Dean to the bed. "Sammy" Sam heard Dean say groggily. "I gotta go to school." Sam just shook his head in protest. "I'm meeting up with Cas." Sam knew that Dean liked Castiel a lot and felt bad for him so he said: "I'll meet with Cas, tell him you caught a cold or something, then I'll give him your number." Dean just smiled happily patting his brothers back to show thanks before closing his eyes.

Sam understood that Dean was going to sleep so he left to go to school. Dean couldn't move his body because of the pain. He was scared of what would happen so he stayed in that one position hoping to fall asleep. Dean didn't get his break like he wanted though because John yelled: "DEAN GRAB ME A DAMN BEER!"

Dean almost forgot that since he wasn't at school that he was going to be home with John. Dean sat up trying to ignore the immense pain limping over to grab John a beer. Dean set it down on the coffee table infant of John who was in the middle of some porn on the tv.

When John noticed he had his beer he said: "Why are you not at school?!?" Dean was scared to reply but knew if he didn't he would be in serious trouble. "I was beat up badly Sir. If I go to school people will know."

John just growled before turning to his son "If you were a man you would be able to hide it!" After that Dean received a punch to the face. Dean just stood there hoping John didn't need him for anything else.

"Get out of my sight you piece of shit!" That was Dean's cue to leave. He went back to his bed feeling worse than before. I mean ya that walk and punch in the face didn't help his physical pain but I'm talking about Dean's emotional pain.

Dean felt worthless. No, worse than that. Dean felt like a burden, to everyone. He would gladly take his life to help everyone around him but he cared too much about Sammy and what John would do to him when he was gone.

Once Sammy gets into college Dean thought. He thought about this a lot. Being able to help people out for once when Sammy is finally protected by something other than him. He never talked this out with Sam though.

He knew Sammy was nice and would tell him he had so much to live for, but Dean knew that he was a burden to everyone. Dean didn't want to be a burden anymore.

Dean curled up in his bed letting his thoughts drown his conscious until he fell asleep.