Disclaimer: Don't own Supernatural.
AU. Slash, boys unrelated. Slavery and mind control.

Chapter 1

Sam walked through the pens, not really interested but he knew it was a necessity. He needed a new feeder and it was that simple. A slave was the easiest solution to that problem. It wasn't their fault they were all ugly and smelly. Sam sighed, he hated the fact that humans were the only species he could feed from without ending up tied to for life but there wasn't really anything he could do about it. But then he spotted something different in one of the emptier pens. Sitting slouched in a corner, obviously under some sort of control was a shock of blonde hair. Sam moved to see better and saw a young male, maybe early twenties, sitting slumped against the wooden post, clear green eyes staring vaguely into space, dark blonde falling into them slightly. His chest moved with steady, even breaths, his chained hands resting limply in his lap, legs sprawled out in front awkwardly.

"You'll have a fight on your hand with that one." A voice warned and Sam turned to see a grinning draconian walking over. "Caught him wild, took two vampires and a naga to take him down long enough to get the chains on."

That definitely caught Sam's attention. Maybe this human would prove a worthwhile purchase. "I want to inspect him."

The pen owner opened the gate and grabbed the human by his chains, pulling up and the human obediently stood, swaying slightly as he continued to stare vacantly. Sam moved closer, reaching out to tilt the humans' face from side to fide, studying him closely, seeing the hidden freckles and a small scar. He pushed the man's mouth open and checked his teeth. All through the inspection the human was totally pliant to anything Sam did, showing he was completely under the control of the spelled chains.

Dean was terrified, he'd gotten separated from his Dad while hunting food and then he'd been attacked. He'd fought back but against three opponents who weren't even human it hadn't been enough. He'd still been struggling when the chains had been snapped around his wrists and then his body had just gone limp, no matter how hard he'd tried to move. He was utterly shocked to find his body obeying the slightest tug to the chains and then he'd been shoved into a small dark space, unable to even brace himself for the long bumpy ride. He didn't know how but he'd eventually fallen asleep only to wake when he was pulled from it and tossed to where he was now sitting. Wherever he was stunk of things he didn't want to think about and he knew he was adding it to, he couldn't move but he could still feel and his pants were damp, utterly humiliating him. He couldn't even control his bladder or blink when he wanted to, it only happened when needed. He could see but everything was hazy, his gaze unfocused and with the way he'd been thrown down there wasn't much to see but his own lap. Then he was being pulled to his feet and a man was walking around him, moving his head and then checking his teeth. It was utterly degrading as his whole body was looked over, his clothes being ripped from him, leaving him naked for all to look at it. It was cold but he couldn't even shiver and a tear of shame slipped from his eye. He knew where he was now, the slave markets, he'd been taken to be sold off to some creature and he wasn't an idiot, he knew the average lifespan of a slave. He'd never see his Dad again. He felt his head being lifted again and managed to make out hazel eyes and a young face in front of him, then his body was warm despite the cold air, he felt warm and safe and totally peaceful.

Sam looked at the slave trapper and began the bargaining. "Ten."

"Surely you aren't serious, twenty at least." And so the game began.

When it was done Sam handed over his card, allowing fourteen eighty to be taken off it. Sam reached out and tilted the humans head up, looking into his eyes even as he gently reached out with his powers, he felt the human submit, unable to fight in anyway the feelings he was sending him. He nodded and a guard removed the chains, the human blinking, eyes focusing as he stumbled slightly but then he looked at Sam in pure adoration, under the spell of his allure. Sam took a step back to be sure and the human whimpered, taking a step as well. Sam started walking and the human followed placidly, wanting to be near him. He left the market and took a deep breath of clean air before getting in his car, pulling the human in to kneel at his feet. With a nod his driver started the engine and Sam reached out to touch his new slave. The human leant into his touch, wide, innocent eyes staring at him in awe and Sam smiled. Maybe this slave would be good to keep around, depending on how long it took to gentle him. Incredible that a human had managed to fight against three such opponents, pity for him Sam fought in far more subtle ways.

When the car finally pulled into his home Sam got out, the slave following and he nodded to two others who came forward and gently took hold of the new one. He was starting to look confused and groggy, a sign that Sam's earlier work was wearing off slowly. "Have him bathed, fed and sent to my room." Sam ordered before heading inside.

Dean felt like he was floating in a fog, hazy images and faint noises surrounding him. He was being moved, he could work that out but he couldn't focus, still feeling the fading warmth and safety. He was like a ragdoll between the two men guiding him into the bathroom, head lolling and limbs uncooperative but it wasn't the first time they'd had to deal with someone in that condition though this new slave seemed even deeper under than previous ones. They washed him quickly but gently, their master would not look kindly on them harming the new one. Once that was done they dried him off and sat him at a table, gently coaxing him to eat, having to rub his throat to make him swallow the first few times. Dean moaned as he felt himself being moved again, the safety and warmth gone now he was more aware of the world around him, able to feel the people holding him up. He weakly tried to struggle but had no strength. He could make out funny looking lights, doors, and then they went through one and Dean felt something soft beneath him. He was lying on something and a face appeared above him.

"Don't fight him, it will be easier." A far away voice told him and then it was gone.

As he lay there things slowly became clearer and he hesitantly tried to move, almost sobbing when he found his body responded even if lethargically. After a bit of struggling he managed to sit up and looked around in awe at the large room he was in. He'd never been anywhere like it. 'Wild' humans lived very simply to keep free of the slavers, in rough huts and caves, always ready to move on. This…Dean swallowed, this was someone's bedroom but why was he here? He jumped as the door opened, staring as defiantly as he could manage as a…..man entered. He couldn't be human but he looked it with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. He was tall and lean but had muscles and was very well dressed, that was when Dean realised he was still naked. He looked down and tried to cover himself only to be stopped by a warm hand.

"Don't. You are mine to look at as much as I want." An amused voice stated and Dean flinched back, he was not his!

"I don't belong to anyone." He tried to snap but the words came out slightly slurred and then his shoulders were grasped and he was being pushed back on the bed.

"I've heard how you fought but make no mistake human; you are mine until you die." There was steel in that voice and Dean tried to fight free.

However he was still pushed back onto the bed, his 'owner' kneeling over him. Dean glared up defiantly, earning an amused chuckle and then the hands that had been restraining began to gently rub his skin and Dean shuddered. The touch continued and Dean found himself relaxing, mind muddled. What was he doing?

"Shh, just relax." A voice whispered and it seemed like very good advice as Dean's body became limp.

He blinked dazedly at the face over him, did he know it? He felt so lost and confused, he whimpered and a gentle hand was touching his face. Dean sighed and leant into the touch, feeling safe. "D….da…..d" He slurred.

"No, Master." The voice corrected and Dean nodded languidly. "Tell me your name." The voice whispered in his ear, breath teasing his skin and Dean gasped before moaning.

"D…e….a….n" Trying to speak was so hard.

"You're mine Dean." The voice told him and Dean smiled dreamily, that sounded nice. He felt strong hands pulling him up again and he sagged in their grip until he was held to a warm chest. One hand moved to his hair and Dean sighed, eyes drifting shut in contentment even as nuzzled at the skin against his cheek, earning a pleased laugh. "That's good Dean, just relax and let me look after you." Dean felt himself being lifted and turned and then lips were gently sucking on the back of his neck, Dean's head fell forward limply, eyes still shut but then they flew open and he cried out in pain as something sharp sliced into his neck. He struggled valiantly but warm arms held him still, a calm voice whispering for him to calm down, to not fight but to let it happen. Dean whimpered, it hurt! But gentle hands were soothing him even as a liquid heat seemed to replace his blood and he moaned. He felt restless, hot, he needed…he needed something. A warm hand wrapped around him and he cried out, arching into the touch, this was what he needed!

Sam smiled as he held Dean in his arms, touching the currently high human, taking his attention from what his other hand was doing. Dean, the name suited the slave so he wouldn't rename him. Plus he was even better looking once cleaned up, incredibly attractive for a human. Since he was Wild Sam was taking no chances with him, usually he waited a while before biting his feeder but he had the feeling he'd need the extra control over the human. As his potent venom spread through Dean's body his temperature rose and he lost control of his body, limbs spasming erratically even as his hips snapped forward seeking release. Knowing Dean was totally lost to his venom Sam changed Dean's placement in his lap, slipping into him. Dean was moaning and whimpering, head lolling weakly so Sam tugged it up, turning Dean's head to kiss him firmly and Dean moaned as Sam's tongue invaded his mouth. A few moments more and Dean was coming violently due to his venom and Sam moaned in ecstasy as he fed well, tying Dean to him for life. Dean shuddered one last time and then went limp, unconscious.

TBC…