"Done."
"Awesome." Dean replied.
Dean and Sam were in the bunker's 'dungeon' and just finished two red demon traps and needed to summon two for information. All the necessary ingredients were put in two separate bowls in the middle traps. Sam whipped out their father's book and flipped to the correct page. Sam flicked his brown eyes to the symbols and began to chant.
"Ad ligandum…" Wind began to pick up from nowhere, making the candlelight flicker and dance wildly.
"eos pariter eos coram me!" Sam shouts. Suddenly, the candlelights smoking out all at once.
"What the hell?!" Dean yells, the sound of him readying his gun ringing through the silent room.
"Oh come now, there's no need for that…" A voice draws. It was British but unlike Crowley's which was harsh and choppy, this one was silken and smooth. The candles all came alive again and what was in the traps surprised the brothers.
In the right one was a man with raven black hair with long bangs and ruby red eyes. His skin was pale and he was slender. He wore a black suit with a double breasted striped vest and a silver chain hanging from the watch pocket. In the left one was a boy who looked about thirteen or fourteen with dark hair that was like a deep midnight blue and bright sapphire blue eyes. Well with the one they could see. The other was covered by an eyepatch. He also wore a black suit with a blue and silver ring. The boy's arms were crossed and he looked bored. The man looked amused by the Winchesters.
"What are your names?" Sam commanded.
The boy sighed and rolled his eye. "My name is Ciel Phantomhive you blundering twat." Ciel's voice was also British and it came out as if everyone else around him was stupid.
"My lord, may I?" The man asked.
Ciel sighed again. "If you wish."
The man smiled ruefully and bowed. "Sebastian Michaelis." He looked up from his bow.
"Though this place does not look like Victorian England."
"Wait, what the hell do you mean Victorian England?" Dean demands.
"Oh please, does swearing make you feel smarter?" Sebastian chuckles and stops bowing.
"I'm already bored with this conversation. Though...these two have piqued my interest. And it's not like I have anything better to do. Plus this place from what I can tell is sealed up tight. Looks like we're not getting out of this building per say but…" Ciel looked down at the traps and looked at Sebastian.
"Sebastian, get us out of here. That's an order." Ciel commanded.
Sebastian bowed. "Yes my lord."
Sam laughed coldly. "Good luck. Those are demon traps."
Sebastian smirked before snapping, blowing out all of the candles. Another snap could be heard and the lights hanging from the ceiling switched on. Ciel was still frowning but both of them were out of their traps. Sebastian was inches from Sam's face. And in the most velvety voice Sebastian mumbled;
"Thank you for the luck but I don't believe I needed it."