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Three weeks later
Dean hated every second of the last three weeks he had endorsed.
From sleeping on the dirt floor of the cramped cages to the brutal beatings, awful food, and training that never ended.
Pratt on the other hand had it a little easier, with fewer beatings most handed to Dean as Dean wouldn't stop protacting him. Pratt would also get a little more food as Dean gave him most of his just to keep Pratt healthy, but the sleep and the training weren't much better than Dean's as they pushed him just as hard.
Dean and Pratt were far beyond exhausted from the last three weeks, Pratt had actually gained weight from the time being at Jacob's death camp but with the cost of Dean losing a few. Pratt tried to get Dean to keep his portion of food to himself and let him gain the weight he lost back but Dean wasn't taking any of it. He still handed Stacy his food even when Pratt rejected the bigger food portion Dean wouldn't stop until he took it and ate it. Pratt could see Dean's weight loss with how Dean's face had sunk his eyes were now ever so slightly bigger than his sockets and with the loss of weight, his face had also lost color, his movement became slower, and most importantly Dean couldn't get up on his own any more once he was down he stayed down.
Jacob was getting worried too. Not only was he noticing Dean's failure at training day after day, but he was also told constantly by his men that Dean was failing at everything in his day-to-day life. Jacob had heard that every morning Pratt had to help Dean up, and at training where Jacob watched he saw that once one of his men knocked him down he wouldn't, no couldn't get up. It got so bad over the three weeks that Jacob thought he would drop dead at any time.
The concern of Jacobs's men reached The Father ruffly after the last day before the three weeks made a close. The Father was having none of it, the vision he saw, the thing he wanted to believe in was coming to a close and he didn't want his brother to forever be alone, so he marched his sexy ass right to Jacob's rejoin without his knowledge and took Dean without a single word being spoken. The Father hated that he had to make the vision come true by taking part in it but it was the only way Dean would get better and trust him and then trust his brother. With how Dean looked though it was going to take a lot of work from The Father to keep Dean safe for now and hopefully his vision wasn't too far gone and out of reach for his brother to bounce back and reclaim his prize of living happily for once after all his sacrifices.
The next day
Dean awoke surrounded by a plushie soft bedding along with cold silk bedsheets and a warm flower-smelling comforter. He was scared no doubt having no idea where he was after being in an outdoor environment for so long it drains you and let's not mention the cage with no leg room for an adult that is over the normal height for a man at least. Dean lay there without the concept of time passing as he just stared out the window he had, surprisingly but it was nice seeing the outside world without being a part of it. He almost felt at peace in the comfort of the bedding and soft silk resting on his bare back with the scent of flowers floating through the air.
Dean's peace was interrupted by the light knocking on the door. He wishes he could have got up and answered the door but his body couldn't move he couldn't even turn his head in the direction of the door he could only watch the door open with his eyes. It was a woman but not just any woman, it was Faith the youngest seed, the 'Srien' of the family, the girl that showed up out of nowhere that the Seeds told everyone was their sister. He didn't know what to do, he couldn't do anything anyways but it scared him at the thought of being at her mercy.
"Hello, Dean" Faith's sing-song voice flooded the air as she hummed. Dean could not respond to her he could only let out a grunt.
"The Father said you probably won't be able to talk for a while, sorry." Dean slightly nodded, simply answering her.
"I brought you food, clothes, and water. I'll have to help you get dressed if that's okay?" Dean stared blankly for a moment before giving her the go-ahead.
10 mins later
"Now that's done, would you like to eat or do you want me to come back later?"
"Eat." Dean had gained some of his voice not enough for a full sentence but enough to tell Faith he needed to eat.
"Okay! do you want help?" Faith set Dean's food on his lap.
"N-No."
"Alright, I'll be back soon."
Dean felt slightly better after getting a fresh set of clothes and some of his voice back, Faith had sat him upright and his physical abilities were weak but his energy was good enough to lift the spoon to his mouth as he ate, sipping the potato soup through his cracked lips. Faith came back as she promised and handed him a glass of water, the glass was covered in condensation from the ice and Dean took a sip sighing in relief.