Disclaimer I do not own Supernatural I am only borrowing the characters for the story I am making no money off of this, this story is for pure fun only.

Chapter 1

Dean walked into the church blood running from the two gashes in his side and the head wound, he had no shoes on nor socks rope scraps were around his wrist and ankles. Dean walked over to a pew and didn't look where he was going and stubbed his toe
"SON OF A" he notices to nuns walking by, "Biscuit" The nuns started to walk over to him

"Son, are you alright?" Her eyes are kind, her skin pale and withered in her old age. Smart ass remark, she's older than the dirt that is caked into mud between Dean's toes, but he's too tired to think or say that aloud so he rolls his eyes and mutters a silent curse.

Dean looked up as he started to fall to the ground of the church his body was too weak to move finally, "Oh, fu…" he blacked out.

The nuns walked to him, surrounding him in a mass of black and tidbits of white. Giant penguins….they resemble giant penguins.

Then the pope—at least Dean thinks it's the pope, maybe it's a monk…or…just a priest…hmm, where's Sam? Dean groans, oh yes….now he semi-remembers, Sam decided to take a short trip to Texas..why? Because he wanted to go find some girl he met in college, why? "Because I love her, Deanie—" gah! If Dean hears Sam call him that one more time….

Little brother or not, someone's getting punched and it won't be Dean.

"Just remain calm, Son…" A gentle voice says, a coldness being dabbed on his forehead. Even the gentleness of the voice makes him jump and slightly shove the nun backward. She looks at him with wide eyes and slightly opened mouth. He wracks his brain for memory of this particular nun…but the one from before was withered and old and therefore didn't make is cock ache like hell was on fire and ready to explode-

"Are you okay, Son?" She asks in a timid voice, Dean shakes his head. She's how old? Around his age…and she calls him 'son'…wow..maybe she's like 86 and has had really good plastic surgery- Ah! Dean shakes his head more; creating really bad headache…okay, worse headache. Just the thought of an 86 year old woman with a boob job to look like a 20-something…Gah!

"I highly recommend you hold still Son you were hurt badly and as soon as you're able"

"Don't call me 'son'!" Dean slurs interrupting her sentence, he tried to raise his hand but his body failed to respond to the commands of his brain
"I don't care" Dean Slurs out "I just want to leave"

The hand pushed him down again
"Please sir you must remain still"

He finally gave up with arguing and went back to sleep.

Dean awoke again he tried to rise but noticed he was handcuffed to the bed
"Gah come on…" he tugged at his wrist but he knew it was useless without his lock picking set
"Come on stupid piece of"

"Awake again I see sorry about the cuffs Father thought they were a good idea since you wanted to leave in such a poor state
"YOU BETTER RELEASE ME KNOW OR I SWEAR…." Deans yelling was cut short as a rag was stuffed into his mouth, the woman smiled
"I really am sorry about this" she bowed low and left the room.
Dean tried to spit the rag out of his mouth but she had shoved it in too far and his tongue was pinned under it so it was useless, he heard footsteps coming towards the room a man came in dressed in the clothes of a pastor or priest
"Sorry about this young man but if u insist on yelling like that you need to be kept quite as for the restrains there their so you don't hurt yourself or try to re open you injuries trying to go anywhere"

Dean glared at him wanting to curse at him till hell itself froze over.
The man went to a table and picked up another blanket to cover Dean with
"if you don't scream at us or curse I will remove that but if you do scream and curse at us I will put it back in understand"
Dean nodded the rag was taken out of his mouth
"Thanks, now could you remove these"
Dean moved his arms a little to indicate to remove the cuffs but the man did not make a move to remove them

"I'm sorry but we don't know if you will run or not"
"of course you don't trust me cause you have no idea who I am or where I came from"

The priest nodded to him but did not further talk to him and then he left
"HEY GET BACK HERE….HEY"

Dean screamed again wanting him to come back to undo the cuffs but he didn't come back.

Dean laid there for some time trying to get his wrist loose luckily they had wrapped some cloth around his wrist so they would stay undamaged, he turned his head as footsteps approach the room he was being kept in he turned his head as the priest and the young lady entered the room
"I see you managed to stay put"

Dean was about to scream when a rag was shoved into his mouth and duct tape was put over it the priest pulled out a knife next
"you think were good but sadly Dean where not"
Deans eyes widened he began to struggle some more as the priest came over he tried to kick but he held his legs down and while the girl tied them together then to the bed.

Dean continued to struggle against his bonds but they didn't give
"Its useless Dean just come quietly with us once we are done here"

Dean stopped struggling as he heard voices the young woman turned around and left the room leaving Dean with the Priest.