Salutations readers! Quite the cliffhanger we had last chapter, no? ;) Anyways, thank you Air Guitar Pixie, Kather Swine, McGowanG602, fictionfairytalesfantasy4921 and DeerTopus C. VonZenhousen for reviewing, you guys make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside :3 Well now lets see what will happen to our infamous pirate now, shall we?
Dean stared at the distance once more, worry in his eyes as he tried to make a decision.
"Oh screw it," he growled, taking a few steps back before launching himself off the rooftop, reaching out for the next building's edge.
His hand grazed the wall.
Dean's eyes grew wide as his hand was unable to fully grasp the ledge, and he began to drop down towards the alleyway.
"Son of a bitch!" Dean managed to shout while he plummeted, until he landed into one of the many dark paths that formed the maze of alleyways.
His injured leg screamed as his mind tried to register the inner panic inside of him. He noticed his hat laying beside him, he slowly reached over and picked it up, before trying to sit up. His body shouted angrily at him in protest, as if he had been in a dozen fist fights in one go. He had managed to get to his feet when the first of many guards came.
"Halt!" The guard shouted, his sword out and his eyes slightly wild with excitement and fear at the sight of the infamous Winchester before him. Dean looked at the guard, an arm wrapped around his side as he leaned against the wall. He stared down the soldier, who began to grow nervous, shuffling his feet.
It was then that Dean used the arm that was hugging his side to lash out with his sword, he had made sure to reach for it when the royal officer had approached. Once more his body was red with pain, but the adrenaline began to carry him as he easily overpowered the soldier.
Quickly Dean turned and paced through the alleyways, his arm still wrapped around his side while he gripped his trusty blade tightly. As he turned left he was met by a group of guards, who were startled for only a moment before they charged.
"Damn, they just don't quit," Winchester muttered before turning and racing back through the labyrinth, but the more turns he took the more officers he encountered.
Finally Dean was trapped, royal guards blocking both of his exit points. He stood his ground, eyes burning as his gaze swept across the many that had gathered. He took in every emotion the collective group seemed to give off, smiling slightly at their fear but that was but a small number. The rest were confident now, knowing that he was cornered and could no longer dodge the inevitable.
"Well, Mr. Winchester, how long has it been?" A cynical voice called out from Dean's left. He turned his head slowly and watched as the soldiers made way for the owner of the scornful tone.
"Zachariah," Dean growled as the older man now stood near, Zachariah smiled as he took in the injured form of Dean Winchester. He took a step closer, but Dean raised his sword in warning. The pirate watched though as the various soldiers also raised their own blades, and Zachariah's grin grew.
"Now Dean, I am rather curious as to why you are in Darton, but I'm sure you can tell me all about it once we head back to the prison, right kiddo?" Zachariah's eyes were wide with delight and confidence at the sight of the weakened Winchester.
"Go to Hell," Dean managed to utter, he was starting to get dizzy from standing up for so long, not to mention the current pain in his side that was all too noticeable among the officers.
But Dean was angry, and especially pissed off at the sight of Zachariah. Rage bubbled and boiled inside of him. With a growl he lashed out with his sword towards the older man.
Castiel watched the encounter as he crouched behind a group of barrels. The former sailor was surprised when he heard Dean and Zachariah, the fact that they even knew each other Castiel found rather astonishing.
But his eyes widened greatly at the sight of Dean Winchester as the pirate swung his blade at the head of the guard.
However, the attack ended as soon as it started. With just a flick of his own sword, Zachariah managed to block the attack and toss the sword out of Dean's hand with startling speed and power.
"Please, Dean. At least have the decency to show me some respect," Castiel heard Zachariah say as the leader slowly walked up to Dean. The pirate held his ground, his eyes still narrowed at the older swordsman.
"Well, you can take your respect and stick it where the sun don't shine," Dean replied, he managed to smirk as he stared down Zachariah. They were so close to one another now, Zachariah's face only inches from Dean's. Castiel's heart was beating, he didn't realize how tense he was until he noticed how white his knuckles were from his grip on one of the barrels.
It became a silence that was completely unbearable as both entities on the battlefield locked eyes, the spectators all awaiting for the next move to be made.
Castiel watched, his eyes growing even wider as one of the two made their move.
Dean wanted to strangle Zachariah from the moment he approached him. Now the two were silent, trying to analyze the other in the deafening silence. The only noise Dean could hear was that of his own heartbeat, and the heavy breaths that he drew. He was too weak now to do much, as much as he wanted to take a swing, he just didn't have the energy. The adrenaline had already left, his body left tired and defenseless when Zachariah had approached.
So when the older of the two swung his fist into Dean's stomach, the pirate couldn't help but crumple and fall to the ground on his back. While trying to breath, Dean tried to reach for his own pistol but was stopped short as a black boot fell onto his wrist, crushing it against the cobblestone ground. He considered reaching with his other hand, but Zachariah's face was now serious as he placed the tip of his sword against Dean's throat.
"Stay down, pirate," Zachariah spit out the last word, a look of victory dancing in his eyes. The leader looked up at his soldiers, and he pointed to two of them.
"Gabriel, Thaddeus. Secure this man and take him away," Zachariah turned to face all of those under his command, "good work, everyone. Darton is safe once more!" The soldiers cheered and Zachariah smiled down at Dean.
"We'll talk later," he whispered, he leaned over and grabbed Dean's pistol from his holster before Thaddeus and Gabriel walked over to the defeated pirate. The two pulled Dean up to his knees, he struggled but they managed to bring his hands behind his back. Dean's eyes scanned the crowded soldiers in the alley, but then he noticed a particular former sailor near a group of barrels. The two locked eyes, Dean's green staring into Cas's vibrant blue. So, even after getting the crap beaten out of him, Dean tried to lighten his own mood slightly now that he spotted the former sailor.
Dean winked at the former sailor before he was pulled to his feet and lead away by the two soldiers.
Castiel was surprised when Dean Winchester managed to spot him from his hiding place. but when the pirate winked at him, Castiel's confusion outweighed his earlier surprise. He watched as the pirate smirked at Castiel before he was lead out of the alleyway, stumbling a bit while he tried to keep up with the guards.
Waiting until the rest of the guards had left, Castiel left his hiding place behind the barrels and returned to the crowded street once more. He looked around, hearing the bits and pieces of conversation that everyone was talking about; the arrest of Dean Winchester. Thoughts of the pirate began to crowd Castiel's head, he quickly shook his head to rid himself of them. But they kept coming, kept bothering him and prodding his curiosity.
Sighing, Castiel shook his head before deciding that he couldn't keep himself sane unless he at least attempted to talk to the pirate. With a destination set, Castiel began to make his way through the crowd, the image of green eyes burned into his eyes.
Dean pulled and struggled slightly against the two soldiers who had walked him to the prison, repeatedly tugging his arms against their iron grip. Deep down though Dean welcomed their hold, it was hard enough for him to stay on his feet, let alone walk.
"Lovely weather we're having boys, right?" Dean remarked to the guards, but they remained silent. The one on his left tightened their grip slightly, and Dean grinned.
"Well aren't you two just a couple rays of sunshine," Dean continued, watching as the two looked at each other before repeating their silence to Dean's conversation.
"So, what's it like to be one of Zachariah's little soldiers?" Now both of their grips tightened, their pace increased and Dean had to focus a bit on keeping his feet moving right along with them.
"You know I'd go far as to say he thinks of all of you as his-"
"Shut your trap you-you excuse for a human being!" The guard on his left, Thaddeus, shouted as he interrupted Dean. Gabriel shot a look at Thaddeus who looked down, but only after glaring at the Winchester, his hand clenched so tightly that his knuckles were a pale white.
"Excuse for a human being, eh? Funny, I don't get that as often as you would think," Dean replied to Thaddeus, his eyes now danced with a glint of mischief to help replace the look of pain.
They soon stopped in front of a rather gray building, the outer walls dreary like, the building almost seemed to sag at the corners. Thaddeus let go of Dean and walked up to the door, searching on his key ring for the the right one to unlock it. Dean observed the building, taking count of the lack of windows on the front.
"Can I have the honeymoon suite?" Dean remarked to the guard on his right, Gabriel, who shook his head slightly, Dean was able to catch the small smile on the guard's face.
"Sorry, that room is occupied," Gabriel replied to the pirate, who smiled when the soldier had answered.
"Well that's a shame," Dean continued.
"Guess you'll just have to live with the normal rooms like the rest," Gabriel ended, and he led Dean through the now open door, Thaddeus taking his position back on Dean's right.
There were some calls, remarks, and laughter coming from the fellow prisoners as they saw Dean Winchester walk in. But Dean just smiled and chuckled quietly to himself. They stopped in front of an empty cell, and Thaddeus stepped up once more to open the door. Dean looked all around, trying to notice all the small details. With a click Dean focused his attention back onto the cell as Thaddeus opened it. The guard walked over to Dean and finally released his hands from behind him
Harshly, Thaddeus shoved Dean into the cell. Dean rubbed his wrists as he looked at the two guards.
"It's been a pleasure boys," he smiled at the two. With narrowed eyes Thaddeus walked away, but Gabriel stayed a moment. He stared at the Winchester, who watched in curiosity as the guard smiled slightly.
"See ya around, Winchester," Gabriel finally stated as he turned and strolled out of the prison, humming.
Dean snickered, after Gabriel's departure; the guard had grown on him. He turned slowly and looked around his cell, a wall to his left made of solid cobblestone. Quickly Dean shed his overcoat and hat before he examined the wall, looking at the window that sat in its center. The pirate walked over and tugged on the bars, and he noted that a couple were rather loose.
"Lucky me for getting the corner office," Dean whispered to himself, and he began to twist and pull at a couple of the bars. Some moved easily, while others were a bit stubborn. He turned around and looked around the room, trying to find anything that would help. Then his eyes spotted it, a small pile of smooth, jagged rocks lying under the excuse for a bed.
He walked over and squatted down before he began to sift through the pile to find an ideal tool. After checking most he found one that seemed to fit the requirements.
"Now I feel bad for the son of a bitch who didn't get to finish his own escape," Dean muttered as he began to walk back towards the window. But the pirate froze at the sound of the door to the prison open, he quickly walked over to where his coat lay and placed the stone in the inner pocket.
Grabbing his hat, Dean sat down against the wall and placed the hat over his head, covering some of his face. As he sat down, Dean couldn't help but sigh, his body still ached and he felt relieved to take the opportunity to pause on his great escape.
He listened, counting the echoing steps of the person who had entered the prison. They grew louder and louder as they began to approach the very last cell, Dean's own cell. Finally they silenced after stopping in front of him.
Dean glanced out through the corner of his eye, and he couldn't help but grin at the sight of tan.
"Just can't keep away, can you pretty boy?"
End of chapter three, yay! I kind of had a bit of trouble writing this one, but I got to end it the way I wanted to so it's a success in my eyes! Thank you for reading and I hope to release the next chapter soon :)
