The Collector

Synopsis: When John is captured by a tyrannical being known as The Collector, it's up to Sam and Dean to rescue their father before he becomes a permanent trophy. Dean is 21, Sam is 17.

Teaser:

Dean tensed and stood at the ready as he watched the massive iron door before him slowly slide upward and open. He swallowed deep as he heard a thunderous roar come from the other side and knew that whatever was behind that door could not be good. He glanced around for anything he could use as a weapon, his eyes falling on a particularly large white bat-like staff. As he picked it up, he realized it was a bone. A human leg bone.

Swallowing again, he dared a look back to the door which was now nearly open to the top.

That's when he saw it.

It was ginormous. Had to be at least 20 feet high and 10 feet wide. Solid, massive, hairy, talons like giant sickles, in all ways grotesque. And it looked mean. Very mean.

Somebody has definitely seen Return of the Jedi one too many times, Dean thought as he pitched his eyes upward to behold the face of the …troll?…before him. He caught sight of the two black, beady eyes staring down (okay, way down) at him but just couldn't take his eyes off the creature's enormous jowl filled with oh so very many large, sharp teeth. Oh, jeez, I think its actually smiling at me. Where the hell's Luke Skywalker when you need him?

Dean's thoughts drifted worriedly to Sam, always Luke to his Han. Dean had no idea what had happened to his brother after losing sight of him by the river. One minute they were hot on their father's trail in the woods, the next Dean found himself falling into a dirt chute underground, coming to a jarring stop at the bottom – the large round chamber in which he now found himself, apparently about to do battle with the monstrous creature before him and having no clue how the pathetic human club he held was going to get him through this.

Options, options, I need options Dean chanted in his head. David, he took Goliath down with a stone. Looking at the creature's head, which looked to be made of solid rock, he didn't think that would work. Plan B. Okay, Return of the Jedi, Luke used the door to crush the beast. Dean looked to the chamber behind the troll and didn't count out the possibility. As he contemplated a Plan C, the creature advanced on him. By instinct Dean backed up until his back hit the wall. Suddenly he couldn't think of anything but the enormous claw reaching for him.

Well, this sucks, Dean chuckled at what could quite possibly be his last thought in life.

Suddenly the creature reared its head back and cried out in what Dean would swear was pain. As he looked around, he caught glimpse of a figure standing behind it with something in its hands. I'd know that figure anywhere. Sam! Dean's mind screamed.

Sure enough, Sam had come up behind the creature and stabbed it in the leg with what appeared to be a large sword.

"Dean, get out of there!"

The moment Dean heard Sam shout his name, Dean was on the move, taking advantage of the momentary distraction to run beneath the creature to his brother's side. Sam handed Dean a second sword and both men braced themselves as the now seriously pissed off creature turned to face them.

"What the hell took you so long, Sundance?" Dean asked with a laugh. He couldn't help it. The scene before them was beyond absurd.

"Traffic was a bitch, Butch," Sam replied, adding his own chuckle. They'd been in some crap situations before but this was just plain ridiculous.

With a small nod to each other, they readied themselves against the beast. "On three?" Dean asked, sword pitched upward. Sam, his own sword in hand, complied.

"One, two…"