-Chapter Three-
Sam waited in the Impala, the engine was still running, his hands were set firmly on the steering wheel. He kept an eye out for Bobby who was inside an occult shop gathering the last of the ingredients they would need to summon a demon. Sam waited, patiently, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. He saw Bobby walking briskly toward the car. The hunter was carrying a large brown paper bag. Bobby did not look too pleased as he thrust open the car door wearing a grim facial expression.
"Not found what you were looking for?" Sam asked after noticing Bobby's expression.
Bobby shook his head in response, tossing the bag on the back seat of the car and sliding into the passenger seat.
"What's the matter?" Sam asked him, though he had a sneaking suspicion he knew what was wrong.
"This is a bad idea." Bobby said sternly, giving Sam a weary glance. "I mean I know you have done some some crazy things in your life but this is really taking the cake."
"I have no other choice." Sam injected hotly. "Dean's missing, that demonic S.O.B has dragged him God knows where, and I have to find him--"
"I get that." Bobby briskly cut across. "The part that I don't get it why your asking her for help."
"Why not?" Sam said, he did not see anything wrong with the idea—in fact he had come to think of it as being one of the best and brightest ideas he had ever had. The plan made perfect sense, if only Bobby were to see that too.
"Why not?" Bobby repeated. "Why, because she's a demon Sam."
"But she helped us restore the colt." Sam reminded Bobby, but the hunter still remained stubborn on this one.
"That does not change what she is." Bobby pointed out. "She's evil, Sam, or have you not learned that already. Demons can not be trusted, honestly what the hell was your father teaching you all those years on the road?"
Sam crossed his arms firmly against his chest, he was going to remain stubborn on this one. Bobby could object all he wanted to, but Sam would carry on the plan with or without the hunter's help. The demon he wanted to summon, Ruby, had helped him out in the past and if she was still willing to she could help him out now, too. She was Sam's only hope, Dean's only hope, the only way Sam would figure what they were up against. After all, Ruby was a demon right? She should know this kind of stuff.
"I don't like this idea Sam, it's like playing with fire." Bobby said. He knew he wasn't going to win this one. If there was one thing Bobby should have learned by now about the Winchester's was that no matter what they were stubborn. It was sort of a Winchester family trait. "But no matter how crazy the idea is and no matter how much I object to the idea of you befriending a demon and asking for it's help, I will see this one through with you--"
"Thanks." Sam said, smiling. "There's a but though, right Bobby?"
"But--" Bobby said, he gave the young man a small smile. "--I'll be there watching to see if she makes any wrong moves, one small toe out of line and that demon will wish she had never sought me out to rebuild that damn gun."
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When he had first woken up that day if someone had asked him what he thought the day was going to bring him, Dean would have never of answered with "being some demon's house maid." A maid was what he felt like too, though minus little outfit and paycheck. Since arriving at the demon's farm, which was what it was, Dean ad been forced to clean the house, cook the demon lunch—their diets were incredibly obscure too, a sandwich made up of live cockroaches and fly intestines, it was sick, Dean had thrown up on the first batch causing that hillbilly demon he had been forced to call "master" to shock him once more. Dean had been shocked for more things too, one was not cleaning the house right, and the other thirty or so he had received in the last fifteen minutes had been for 'smart ass remarks' that just seemed to flying out of his mouth at every given moment his "master" was around.
Dean doubted he was even in the city anymore, it was still nighttime though. Dean had to wonder how that could even be. His watch must have been wrong because it read 2:00 pm, the sun should have been up way before now. But Dean had come to realize that he doubted whether he was even in the same world as he had been before. He did not even think this was even the world where he was born. It was some kind of funky demonic dimension where the sun never came out to play, the air around was like toxins to the body and where humans were treated like vermin. If there had been one moment in Dean's life before that he had wished to have a holdiay than he wanted to take it back. This place was no paradise island.
Dean was in a corn field which reminded him of the crop fields from the movie 'signs' minus the crop circles from where the cannibalistic alien's spaceship had landed. Actually Dean hoped that the same thing would happen this time, he would rather take aliens over the stupid S.O.B he had been forced to call "master" any day.
"I think maybe we should take some time out, go to grand canyon." Dean started muttering to himself while shoveling a large amount of some kind of animal waste from the fields. He was quoting himself, from a conversation he had had with Sam like a year ago. "--sick of being on the road, maybe we should to Hollywood, see if we can bang Lindsay Lohan—well I frigging take it back now!" Dean had shouted these last words and as soon as he had he felt a smart amount pain in his neck where the collar had been strapped around.
Jeez that old geezer has sharp ears, Dean thought irritably while shoveling another pile of poo on a wheelbarrow that was nearby. He crinkled up his nose the stench of the waste was unbearable. He did not even think it was cow, horse, dog or even chicken poo for that matter. He didn't know what it was, but the smell was starting to get to him. Scratch that, it had been getting to him for quite some time now.
Dean threw the shovel down, cussing under his breath. He hated being worked like a slave, but then again Dean did not think that anyone would particularly like it that much. He moved his hand toward his neck, itching an itch that had been bugging him for awhile now. It was proving difficult for him, the collar was really being to get on his nerves. Dean moved his hand toward the buckle of the collar, ready to undo it, but a voice nearby made him stop.
Dean spun around the hillbilly demon, his "master", was walking toward him. The demon's face was pull into an expression of loathing and anger.
"I never said to stop working you little pest." the demon said, kicking Dean hard in the ribs.
Dean doubled over in pain, nursing his agonizing ribs with his hands. He scowled at the demon before picking up the shovel and once again returning to the daunting task of shoveling animal crap.
"And I would not go taking off that collar either." the demon said, it's thin chapped lips pulled into a nasty smile. "Otherwise you will loose ya head faster than you can say should 'o listened." the demon turned on it's heel, it was about to walk away when Dean called out to him, it turned it's ugly head around again, still sneering.
"I do not belong here, and you know that." Dean snapped.
"I aint giving a damn." the nastily demon shot back. "You are a human, and you and the rest of ya piss poor kind should be in shackles. You see in this world we do things a little different to the place your used to seeing. In your world demons are treated like some kind of vermin that need be exterminated but here we're gods and you lot are chained to walls and we ride you like ponies, now GET BACK TO WORK!"
"News flash, chachi." Dean said, with a smile. "You demons are still vermin, as as far I'm concerned I will never rest until all your kind is slaughtered all the way back to hell."
The demon glared at him. He pulled out the shocker gun and zapped Dean once in the arm and then twice in the throat. Dean chocked on his own blood, this made the demon smile once more.
"I really got me penny's worth for this little beauty." he chuckled, looking at the gun like it were some kind of rare and precious diamond that must be treasured.
Dean shot a nasty look at the demon once it's back was turned, he didn't really fancy feeling the smarts of the shocker gun anymore than he had already been forced to enjoy since arriving to this messed up world.
"Oh and by the way." the demon stopped int it's tracks, turned to give Dean a nasty look. "Time runs a little different around here from what you're used to."
"Oh I've noticed." Dean mumbled.
The demon had not heard this, and thank God to because Dean didn't want it to have to kick him again. He swore to himself that one of the first things he would do once he was free of the shackles that were still binding him, and the stupid dog collar he was forced to wear, that he would reach for that shocker gun and use it on the demon itself. Perhaps the bastard would not enjoy it so much if it knew what it felt like when it made contact with skin.
"By the way I got friends that will be looking for me, a brother in particular and he's not going to stop. He'll find me, and when he does he'll kill you all" Dean warned, but this had not frightened the demon in the slightest sense.
"Let him look for you, human, but the truth of the matter is he will never find ya. You see like I said before time moves a little different in this dimension, one hundred years passes in just a matter of a few days. You see, you'll be a rotting corpse in the ground when your brother finds you—if he finds you that is."
"You son of a bitch!" Dean cursed, he lunged for the demon, but the demon pulled the shocker gun out electrocuting Dean before he had a chance to give the bastard a proper punch in the face.
"Watch your tongue now, boy." the demon warned, flashing Dean his toothless smile. "Would not want me to force you to bite it off would you?"
"That does not really sound that pleasant, but then again if you did who would here to scoop up your animal crap or give you pretty little pink manicures" Dean scoffed, causing the demon to throw him a filthy look.
The demon punched him in the face. Dean felt his nose break, like the loud snapping sound of a twig breaking in half. He huddled over, his hand reached for his nose that was now gushing blood.
"I can see I'm gonna have some trouble with you." the demon spat. He kicked hard at Dean's ribs once again, causing the young man to fall to the ground.
Dean lay on the ground, his right hand over his bloody mess of a nose and his left hand nursed his ribs. He squeezed his eyes shut, he hoped this was all some kind of bad dream. But once he snapped his eyes open again, Dean knew that was not the case. He was stuck in this world, without Sam, and without not even a hope of trying to escape because if the demon was telling the truth and somehow Dean knew it was, he would die of old age in just a few short days. He had to find a way out, he had to escape. But first Dean needed to find himself some chalk, and some water. He would show his "master" who was the more powerful creature of them all.
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