AN: Ah, here we have a sequel, something I fought hard against, but in the end, Ron won that fight. We do not own the Supernatural, just a couple of hard core original characters. Please tell us if this is as good as All That Jazz.
The night was young, the stars just starting to peek behind the clouds. Dean was walking to the Impala, a little bit faster than normal, not that he'd ever admit that, of course. Something was following him, but Dean was uncertain as to what it was. Rustling noises and the absence of any street sounds, such as cars or frickin anything at all were his only clues. Dean was too tired to go search for whatever wanted him to freak out. He had spent all day researching dead ends and calling all his dad's numbers repeatedly. Nothing was working, and all he had to go on was a couple of garbled words on his voice mail from his dad. All he could make out was "Yellow-Eyes" but that was all he needed to know that wherever his dad was, he was in danger. Or looking for it, at least.
Dean reached his car and gave a small sigh of relief. For whatever reason, the world always looked a bit safer for the inside hood of his Impala. Too bad he never even got to open the door. Hands grabbed his shoulders and pulled him back, as his hunter instincts kicked in and he tried to twist out of his attackers grip and catch him unbalanced. Apparently, Dean's mysterious attacker was made of steel; nothing seemed to falter the body that held him captive.
Instead of trying to knock him off balance he started using his fighting skills. He turned enough to see his captures face. He was a guy with kind of shaggy sand blond hair and green eyes. "Hey, sorry but I don't roll that way." Dean said as he struggled to get out of his grip.
"Funny." He heard his capture say.
He continued to struggle but his capture was an immovable object. Dean's capture raised his fist and knocked Dean unconscious.
When Dean woke up, he found himself in what only could be a bordello. The walls were made of red velvet fabric and the floors were gold. He whipped out his cell phone and sent a rapid text to the only other person who had his number, besides family and Bobby, who practically was family. "Help. Crazy dude captured me. Find Sam." As he waited for the little delivery sign to appear on his phone, Dean started to become sleepy again, and tried to fight against the feeling.
"You can't fight a sleep spell, pretty boy. Just sleep and everything will be fine." Said his capture.
"Funny I'll be sure to laugh later you sick demented freak." Dean said just before he fell unconscious once more.