Sorry for taking such a long time to update!


Dean was led into an average sized room with an extremely large bed in the center. The brown haired man who showed Dean and his 'customer' to the room smiled "Have fun you two!"

"Course we will Gabe." Alistair grinned cruelly.

"And Alistair," Gabe looked serious suddenly "Don't over do it" And with that, he left, shutting the door behind him.

Dean stood next to the bed, shifting uncomfortably because of the older man's hungry gaze. "Well…Uh…" He really didn't know what to say.

That's when Alistair pushed him onto the bed. Well, more like tackled him. Dean fought every instinct to thrash or punch and kick like his dad taught him. Dad….. It's his fault I'm in this mess, Dean thought, had he weren't so busy in this crusade of his…..

Images of his mother flashed into his mind. The hunting was necessary. Then he thought of Sammy. He wouldn't be able to survive without this money. This had to be done. It was all the resolve Dean needed.

So when handcuffs were slipped on his wrists to bind him to the bed and a ball gag put on his mouth, Dean choked down all the rage he had and prepared himself for the worst.


Well, lets wait until I have more inspiration so I can update. Please Review!