Nothing Else Matters: Chapter One – Hello Dean
He had assumed that gates would have looked more sinister, dark and bad slasher film-ish. Well, you know what they say about assuming. The gates were shiny, with intertwining swirls of metal. They had freaking flowering vines draping artistically over them. Dean blew out a short huffing breath, "a little girly." Rolling the window down, he leaned across and pressed the buzzer. "It's Dean Winchester, I'm here to see you boss." Seconds later the gates opened and the dark car passed through.
The gravel crunched under the tires as Dean drove. At the end of a gently sloping hill stood the mansion, white columns and curved mason work gave it a stately, if stuffy appearance. Four men waited at the end, quickly opening the door as Dean came to a stop.
Dean made no attempt to fight back as he was drug from the car and thrown against the short flight of stairs. A swift kick and a hard left to his jaw had him seeing stars. "Damn, you going to make the boss man miss out on all the fun?" Dean spat along with some blood. "Sure he's gonna be happy about that?"
Four pairs of ebony eyes glared down at Dean. The tallest thrust his chin out. "Take him". Two demons grabbed him and started for the front door not pausing to allow Dean to regain his footing. Dean scrambled off his knees and shook out of his captures' grasp. "Jeeves, Alfred, I got it on my own. Just lead the way."
Dean smirked as the only response was a hard shove to his back that sent him stumbling further down the hall. He was pushed and pulled down a corridor and into a large room. "I'm disappointed. No chains, whips, or dark colors. This room really needs a demon make over. You know, blood, and screams for mercy, a few entrails flung about. This looks like something Martha Stewart would put together, but then I think she is most likely a demon too, so maybe this is right up demon ally." Dean's ramble came to an end as the side door opened at the end of the room. The condescendingly named Jeeves and Alfred forced him to his knees, thrusting his head down till it touched the tile below him.
Quiet footsteps paced toward Dean. From the corner of his eye, Dean could make out black shoes and sleek black pants. "I'm betting you've got a classy black shirt that matches" Dean smarted off before Jeeves slammed his forehead into the flooring.
Breath hissed and the two demons flanking Dean stiffened, quickly backing away. Dean pushed himself to his feet, brushing back his hair that he had neglected to cut into its usually military style. He flashed his brilliant smile, though it never reached his eyes.
"How ya doing Sammy?"
Author Note: Okay, I REALLY like the idea of a bad, bad Sammy. I love Dean but I always want to beat him up a little. Does that make me a bad person? I have this all pieced together on my tablet but I am a lazy writer – all that spell checking and typing complete thoughts – pish. Anyway….I tend to go faster if kicked in my butt…reviews work too. Plus, they make me smile.
Oh…..I could use a beta (does that sound like I am fish shopping to anyone else?) so if you are interested in reading my crap before it is slapped up on the site, let me know. I could use another pair of eyes and someone with attention to details.