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Dean was couched on the ground creeping up on unsuspecting little brother, who was playing with a bug in the grass. Dean pounced, landing on the little boy and the pair began to struggle. Somewhere in the struggle Sam got the upper hand, bouncing on his brother's chest in victory.
Sam and Dean were cat people, a race of creatures that were the result of genetic fiddling in a lab. What kind of lab and why they were trying to make human mountain lion hybrids in the first place no one is sure, as no one wanted to own up to it after the first ones appeared the mid-1980s. They had the intelligence and body of a human, but the superior of reflexes and senses of a wild cat, as well as a wild cat's tail and ears.
Like most cat children, Sam and Dean's play was practice for when they got older, when they had to hunt for themselves, however, that didn't mean Dean couldn't let Sam win every once in a while, especially since he was so little.
"Uh," Dean groaned in mock defeat, "You got me. I'm dead." Dean stuck his tongue out and closed his eyes.
Sam giggled nudging his brother.
Noticing how late it was getting Dean said, "Come on Sam. We should probably be getting back to the cave before Mom freaks out."
"Okay," Sam said reluctantly, sliding off Dean.
The boys stood upright and started the way back to the pack. Sam ran a little bit ahead of Dean. After a few steps, the younger boy felt something strange under his feat them suddenly he and Dean were jolted into the air, their world farmed in white cable.
"Help!" Sam cried out as he and Dean struggled to get out of the net.
"Somebody help us!" Dean shouted.
"Mommy!" Sam called, "Dad!"
"Anybody please!" Dean added.
Suddenly there was a rustling through the trees and the boys felt a glimmer of hope that turned to terror when a group of four humans appeared.
Cat people did not have the same rights as humans, so any injured ones found by humans were eventually given the custody of zoos, and poachers would often set up traps like the ones the brothers now found themselves in, to capture cat people to sell as exotic pets. This was the species main reason for living out in the wilds.
"Well, lookie here." The leader of the group, an older bald man said, walking over to the net, "I'd say we can get a thousand bucks each, don't you think?"
"Yeah," The only female in the group, a girl with young dark hair and similar features to the leader, spoke up, "I'd say that's about right."
"When I get the net down, be ready to grab 'em." The leader instructed, starting to undo the net.
A few second later the net fell, causing the startled captives to scream. Instantly two pairs of hands roughly grabbed Dean's wrist, pulling him off the ground, while the woman scoped up a squalling Sam.
"No!" Dean shouted, struggling against their captors, "No! Let us go!"
"Can you shut them up?" The leader demanded.
Suddenly Dean felt a prick on the back of his neck and he started to feel drowsy. Soon everything went black.
As Dean came to, the first sound he was aware of was the sound of someone weeping. He opened his eyes, and saw Sam huddled up next to him, tears streaming down his face. Dean sat up looking around and saw their world was surrounded by gray bars. Only it wasn't their world anymore. The ground beneath the strange contraption that held them was gray, and they were surrounded by strange boxes in all kind of colors some of them connected to other boxes, some them with metal bars on top, like the one that held them. He looked around and saw the group that had captured them talking to another man in dressed in black, who handed them strange green leaves. As Dean grabbed his brother, he didn't understand a lot, but he knew one thing or certain.
They were truly lost.