Disclaimer: I do not owner anything supernatural.

Author Note: Sorry about the wait for this chapter and sorry that it is so short. It was longer but I removed the uncompleted part so you guys could have this part early. life has been crazy for me at the moment, but I don't want any of you to think that I am going to abandon any of my story's That is why you are getting this as like a teaser for what is to come :) Big Thank to everyone reading and adding this story and for reviewing, you guys are awesome and you help me write more and try and get this story out quickly to you. SO hope you like this chapter and more will be coming.

Chapter 2:

Icy shards shocked Dean to awareness. Sucking in deep breaths he tries to make sense of everything. The icy water felt like tiny daggers on his bare chest. Hard concrete ate into the side of his back, his neck felt like it was severely sun burnt. Worst of all he was lying painfully on his hands which were tied behind his back. What the fuck happen? Dean thought. Okay so he was kidnapped by the three stooges. Great Sam's going to love that.

Rolling on to his back Dean took stock of his situation. His torso had been stripped bare and his hands tied behind his back. Thankfully they had left him in his pants but his feet were now bare. Looking around the room he was greeted by cement until his eyes fell on the one and only exit from the small room. There stood a man leaning against the door frame, shot-gun lazily pointed at Dean, empty bucket on the ground next to him. A scar running along his cheek twisted his mouth into a crooked grin as he looked at Dean.

"Don't even think about transforming." He spoke with a voice that sounded like he had eaten gravel all his life. "How does your neck feel? We had to put that silver collar on to the point of almost choking. So, if you transform it'll choke you before you can fully transform or just cut your head off." As soon as the man had begun talking Dean had pushed himself into a sitting position so he wasn't so vulnerable on the floor. At the mention of a collar Dean twisted his neck feeling the metal cut into his flesh causing the sunburnt feeling he had to increase to a sizzling sensation. "You're one unlucky dog. You'll be lucky to last one run fighting in you human form. But tell me one thing, do other hunters know about you? Because you are definitely the first hunter who also a dog that I've heard of."

Shit. Dean thought. What did they know? Did they know about Sam? He didn't answer them just continued to stare at the man trying to work out how he knew about him. Lucky for him his capture was chatty.

"You had a find collection of weapon in that car of yours; it was a shame to leave that car behind. You should have seen the surprise when Harry smelt you out for been a dog. Well we going see what you can do tonight, you better eat up so you have your strength." The man said with a smirk as his foot kick a dog bowl with a bone on the front into Dean's view. There was some brownish stew in the bowl which there was a high chance that it was dog food. With his hands still tied behind his back if he ate it he would be eating like a dog. Son of a bitch. There no way in hell I'm giving them that. Dean thought as he kicked the dog bowl back at the man sending stew flying everywhere.

"Suit yourself. Just so you know I'm betting you'll lose." The man said before closing the door and locking Dean into the room by himself again.

Dean sat there in the cell. The now closed-door show it was solid metal with only a small bar window. Shit. What the hell have I've gotten myself into, Dean thought. However what worried him more was that Kit was most likely taken by the same people and so far Dean had no clue if he was alive or not.