"Dean" Bobby growled Sitting at his desk in the study with a group of books stacked to his left and right, "What the hell are you thinking? We can't just go to that auction. We have nothing to bid!" Dean, Bobby's adopted son stood in front of the aged hunter a nervous smile on his tanned face
"We'll find something Bobby" Dean tried to convince the older hunter; "We can go to a morgue and get some hearts or whatever body part needed to win the journal section."
"I understand that we can do that, but what I don't get is why we need this journal that they're selling?"
"Bobby, it's the only section of Samuel Colt's journal that you don't have, it might have a way to hurt or kill Eve. And- even if it doesn't it's better to have it for future reference than to not have it at all."
Bobby sighed and rubbed his forehead tiredly, "Well then I guess we have to go to the hospital sometime soon."
"More like tonight" Dean mumbled scratching the back of his neck
"What?" Bobby narrowed his eyes at Dean and stood from his seat, "Boy, when is this auction?"
"Um well you see-" Dean took a couple steps back, distancing himself from his Adopted father, "The auction's in three days and it's a two day drive to the town…"
"Why the hell didn't you tell me before?!" Bobby roared slamming his hands down on his desk, "Get your shit around so we can get those body parts. You know what creature has the book?"
"Last I checked a Kitsune has it."
"So pituitary glands right?"
"Yeah, that's what they eat, but we better get some other things in case the glands aren't enough"
"What else should we bring then? Gold, some old spell books and guns?"
"Uh more like virgins…"
"What?! Dean you know we can't do that! We can' go and kill off innocent suckers for a damn journal!"
"Bobby!" Dean looked at his father with distraught eyes, "We don't have a choice here! If any supernatural creature gets this journal segment and they work with Eve, which has a high percentage rate because she is their mother, we will have no chance what so ever of being able to read those pages to find Eve's weakness. It's a one in a life time deal. I don't want to do this, I really don't but do we really have a choice?"
"Yeah, we do have a choice" Bobby growled gruffly, "Just- One option would leave everyone defenseless and millions would die" When Bobby finished speaking he was pinching the bridge of his nose, knowing that he would more than likely regret his decision. "Get your stuff around, We'll head out in an hour"
"You're really up to this?" Dean was astonished but at the same time grateful, "Thanks Bobby…"
"Yeah whatever, just keep in mind that you owe me big time." With that Bobby started to collect all the things needed for their trip to get Samuel Colts journal segment.
"I won't forget" Dean gave His dad a curt nod and followed his lead by getting his stuff together.
Hundreds of miles away in an old house, a relatively handsome man dressed in a business suit with short dirty blonde hair walked at a leisurely pace down steep creaking steps leading to a dark and damp cellar.
"Honey I'm home" The man sang, his deep baritone voice ricocheting off the hollowed walls of the house's basement. There was no reply to the man, only the sound of whimpering and chains rubbing against each other. "Now now sweetie it's okay" Stepping farther into basement the man knelt so he could be eye level with the thin young man that was cowering against the wall he was chained too. The young man had long messy dark brown hair and frazzled eyes. Thick metal cuffs were attached to his wrists and ankles keeping him trapped to the old moldy walls that supported the cellar from collapsing. "I'm not going to hurt you, not today at least" The man gave the chained male a sick smile as he caressed his pale cheek, "I can't harm the merchandise before it's sold. People wouldn't pay as much if there was obvious damage."
The young man tried to distance himself from his captor but couldn't do much as the metal cuffs dug painfully into his skin, and for the fact that his captor kept his tanned hand on his face. Brushing his long bangs behind his ear showing some twisted form of affection
"Don't worry sweetie" The man whispered his words softly into the brunettes ear, the man's breath brushing against the sensitive skin causing shivers to roll down the younger's spine, "You'll have a new master soon. Only a couple more days, then you won't have me to protect you… Those nasty people could hurt you." The man paused and gave what looked like a sad smile, "I don't want to give you up. You're my favorite; you were always my favorite sweetie. But I can't keep you any longer, people are getting suspicious and I can't have that…"
The brunette continued to stay silent and fought back tears that were threatening to fall from his eyes. His master didn't like it when he cried, said it made his face all red and puffy, that it took away from his beauty. He hated his master, he hated these chains, and the young man could only hope that his new master would be benevolent and not treat him like how he was now. 'Please God, make this torture end' Blinking rapidly and male kept his tears at bay and felt a sense of relief as his master stood to his full height and walked back upstairs. As soon as he was alone, the brunette curled into himself and let the salty liquid rush down his face. He was terrified, he was afraid that he'd be sold to someone worse; that he would die before knowing what it felt like not having chains bound to him everywhere he went. To know how it felt to be free. Unfortunately for him, these thoughts of freedom were just daydreams whipped up as thick metal marred his skin and clammy hands brushed against his body causing shivers of disgust rolled down his back.
Puppet: I do not own Supernatural or any of it's characters.