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Chapter 1: The Map
The year is 1519 and in the back streets of Spain my brother and I were in the middle of a gambling match. Men were standing around my older brother and another man as they tossed dice. I played a guitar as my brother charmed the audience with his wise cracks and sass. Honestly, he was too cocky for his own good. If it wasn't for the loaded dice I'd fear that God would rain down all his wrath on my dear brother. Yes, loaded. My brother and I were con artists. We've been ever since our mother died in a fire and our father died from a heart attack when we were just kids. It wasn't an honest way to make a living, but by God it was better than starving to death. Plus, we loved what we did. Well, most of the time. I wanted to go to school, settle down in a nice house, but with the amount of money we dish up we can't even afford a slice of molded bread.
"Seven!" Dean shouted as he claimed another handful of gold. Plus, there was my brother.
"Alright!" I cheered playing a quick tune with my guitar as we pranced around merrily, singing with victory as the gold pieces glittered by our feet. Dean wasn't necessarily a man that liked to sit around in one place. I didn't either, but I wasn't as bad as my brother. Dean always talked about his big plans, saying how we were going to travel the world steeling anything we could carry. I couldn't bring myself to ruin his precious plans. He had done so much for me already it's the least I could do. If never belonging anywhere and being on the run from the law was what he wanted then I would stick by his side.
"One more role!" our opponent shouted, pointing a fat finger at Dean's nose. Dean spun away from the group of woman that had gathered around him and smirked at the fat, balding man.
"Ah, you're broke, Man!" Dean purred, spinning his red dice carefully between his fingers. "You've got nothing to bet with."
"I've got this!" the man said, pulling out a large map, complete with squiggles and strange wordings. Dean leaned closer to the thing, wrinkling his nose as he scowled at it.
"A map?" Dean scoffed.
"A map!" I shouted in awe, looking at it closely. In the small printing read the words; El Gracia. My heart jumped in my chest as I recognized the name. This was the legendary map to the city of grace! The legends were beyond amazing. El Gracia was rumored to be made of pure light and enough gold to by the world more than twice. I turned my head momentarily from the map and then gave Dean my biggest puppy dog eyes. My brother rolled his eyes at me before shaking his head, but I just kept on batting my big eyes. Honestly, how could Dean say no to this map?! He was a man of adventure!
"No! No, not the face! Not the face!" Dean pleaded, trying to look away, but my hold was too strong on him. "Fine!" he shouted, throwing up his hands and preparing to throw his dice again, but the man stopped him.
"Not your dice. Mine," he hissed, handing Dean a pair of old white dice. Dean grimaced as he took them. We met eyes and Dean gave me a nod before putting all his concentration in his role. I started playing my guitar again as Dean shook the dice in a tight fist.
"Show me seven!" Dean grunted through gritted teeth as he threw the dice that spun around almost in slow motion once hitting the ground. We held our breath until the dice finally fell, declaring Dean and I as the winners. We yelled with happiness, scooping up the gold and map from the ground. Just then, Dean's dice rolled out from his pocket. The man we had just beat glared at the dice and tossed them several times before finally realizing the dice were loaded. The man's fiery eyes glared up at us. And Dean turned on me with angry eyes.
"You gave me loaded dice?!"
"Me?" I shouted, catching onto my older brother's plan instantly. We began shouting at each other, keeping up the act. We pulled two swords from the belts of two large soldiers and lashed out at one another. Slice, bend, parry, and repeat.
"Any last words?" I hissed as our blades clanked together. My brother hissed a soft never, before slicing at me with his sword. I dodged and blocked his blow once again as his sword threatened to slice open my face. "I will cut you to ribbons!"
"Take that!" my brother spat, jumping away from me and the two of us scrambled to the roof tops. A tile broke from under Dean's foot, causing him to lose balance and tumble onto his back side. I flicked my blade sending his out of his hold and into mine. I had won the battle. The crowd cheered for us and Dean stumbled to his feet. The two of us took a bow before giving a solute and jumping over the edge of the roof, disappearing from the mob's sight. We continued laughing and congratulating each other when we landed safely on the ground until we felt hot breath on our necks. We turned slowly to see a big black bull with blood red eyes and a silver ring through his nose. We swallowed nervously, moving insanely slow so not to anger or force the beast into attacking us any quicker.
"We should have kept the swords," I murmured, Dean hummed in agreement, biting his lip in nervousness. "Plan?" I questioned. Dean's eyes glanced in my direction momentarily and he began to slowly move his feet.
"Yeah, umm..." Dean took a tight breath, eyes never leaving the bull as he shifted his body until his feet were finally flat against the ground. "You pet him and I'll…RUN!" Dean burst up from his feet and I followed swiftly after him. The bull roared in anger and we fled down the streets in hope to get as far from the creature as possible. Right when the giant beast was about to corner us, Dean suddenly stopped me. I opened my mouth to argue until I looked down to see that I had nearly ran off the side of the wall to my doom. We looked over our shoulders. The bull would be on us soon. Our eyes fell back down to the ground, noticing two large barrels filled to the brim with drinking water.
"I bet we can make that," I stated.
"Two Pesetas says we don't," Dean offered. I barely had enough time to shout, "You're on!" before Dean gave me a push and we fell down into the barrels. We curled up our bodies, bracing for impact and landed safely in the water.
"You lose!" I said, lifting my head from the water a little so I could speak. Dean flicked two gold pesetas out of his barrel and into my own, grumbling to himself crossly. I chuckled softly, and attempted to stand up out of my barrel, but there was suddenly a lid on it that hadn't been there before and it wouldn't pop off. "Dean?" I called urgently, confused.
"It appears we are trapped," Dean muttered agitatedly as he pushed up against his barrel. "We're both in fucking barrels!" I listened as my brother hit his fists against the lid and I called out to him through our wooden prisons.
"Push on the count of three," I offered, praying that if we used enough force we would free ourselves. There was a soft grunt from the other barrel and I positioned my hands on the lid.
"One…two…three!" we both moaned, pushing up on the lids, repeating the process over and over again.
Usually I write using Dean's character, but…I decided to change it up and write for Sammy for once. He will be narrating the entire fic, but we will see Dean's POV in third person a few times in the future.