Disclaimer: Same as Chapter 1.

Author Note: Thanks for the reviews. They make me want to write more and get this story out as quickly as possible. Okay I am meant to be writing an assignment, but I couldn't leave this alone. I really hope you all like it, it definitely has been distracting me from study. :)

Chapter 4

Dean paced the room. It had been an hour since scar face had locked him back in this hell hole. In that hour he had scoured every inch of the room and had found nothing. Even his attempts to get the door opened had turned into a bust. The only thing he had managed to do in the hour was to free his hands. He hadn't been able to remove the silver collar; he'd just burnt his fingers trying.

Instead of just waiting for someone to return and let him out of the cell, Dean decided to try to find out about the world that waited beyond the cell door. Sitting by the door Dean closed his eyes and steadied his breathing. He'd allowed his other senses to enhance themselves. Dean breathed in the air coming through the cracks in the doors; there were a huge number of scents assaulting his nose. He could pick up the faint trail of scar face disappearing away for the door. Dean tried to weed other scents from the jumble of smells. He could smell dirt, sweat and blood very strongly in the air; he managed to pick up other human tracers. Then a smell hit him, it was faint, probably because it wasn't anywhere near his cell, but there was no mistaking the musk of werewolf. Once he had found the smell, Dean tried to find Kit's scent. However, with the complexity of smells Dean was unable to know if Kit was or wasn't here.

Dean allowed his hearing to wander beyond the walls of his cell. It was oddly silent in the surrounding building. Dean couldn't hear any real sounds, there was the muffle sound of people or rats moving around, but then Dean picked up the pray of some other capture soul. It was too far away to pick out what was been said or who was saying it, but the repetitive urgent whisper of a depress man was clear. Could that be the werewolf Dean was meant to fight? Could that be Kit so scared and alone that he is praying to God to save him? Or even to Dean to save him? Dean swore he would save Kit from this hell hole.

As Dean listened a rumble began to build above him. Staring at the ceiling Dean listened to sound of a massive number of people pouring into the room above him. He could hear their muffled voices as they cheered and yelled. They had come to see a fight. At first Dean expected to hear scar face coming to get him to lead him to the fighting ring. He didn't come though, Dean heard doors click open further away and people walking away from him up into the crowd above. A great roar went up when whoever the fighters were were led to the ring. Oh God, please don't let it be Kit up there. Dean prayed. Don't let him get killed before I can save him.

There was some muffled announcement and then another great roar of the crowd. Dean began pacing back and fro. Every roar of the crowd had Dean picturing Kit been ripped to threads, he just kept trying to remember that Kit wasn't some young pup who knew nothing about fighting. Kit was a season fighter; Dean had stood right next to Kit as he had taken down some very fearsome werewolves. Dean himself had taught Kit how to fight, he knew Kit knew how to handle himself, but it didn't stop him from worrying. There was a particular massive roar from the audience and Dean swore he heard a pained howl. He stared at the ceiling heart pounding in his chest. The noise of the crowd died down and Dean knew the fight was over. Whether Kit was up there or not, Dean didn't know, but he didn't get a chance to dwell as he heard boots approaching his cell.

As the door opened Dean was ready for a fight. Two men entered the cell, each carrying a cattle prods. Both men were like tanks, but one Dean could tell was a werewolf the moment he walked in the door.

Backing away Dean took on a defensive posture. "You're a werewolf." Dean stated as he stared at the man. It was then Dean noticed that the man's nose was also broken. "Did I give you that?" Dean point at the man's nose, he knew he should shut up, but he couldn't help himself. Angering them also might give Dean with an opportunity to get the better of them.

The werewolf lightly touched his nose. "Yeah, you did this. I was the one that smelt you for a wolf in the first place. We found your car and your stink was all over that thing. Well we couldn't give up an opportunity to get our very own hunter werewolf for the ring. I'm going to repay you for the nose, we came prepared this time." Before given Dean a chance to react he swung the cattle prod at Dean connecting with his gut. Pain erupted through his body. Dean collapsed in on himself trying to get away from the pain.

As his body convulsed on the floor he was dimly aware of the two men talking. "That enough Harry, we need him to actually be able to fight." Dean felt something click into the collar around neck causing the burning sensation to increase as it pulled on his skin.

"Come on get up." The werewolf called Harry tugged on whatever was attracted to his collar causing Deans breath to be cut off. Only by pushing himself off the floor did the pressure release allowing him to breathe again. "That's a good boy, time to get up and fight." Harry smeared at Dean.

As Dean got back to his feet he noticed that the one called Harry had hooked along pole to Dean's collar, affectively controlling what Dean could do, by been able to cut off Deans air supply with a simple twist of his wrist. The other man stood to the other side of Dean threatening him with the cattle prod. "Get moving." He said poking cattle prod toward Dean. He was really tempted to snatch the thing from the man hands, but with Harry forcing Dean toward the exit with his pole Dean had no choice but to follow.

As they walked through the corridor Dean tried to sniff out Kit. He didn't have much success the smells were so muddle down here, so instead he tried to work out an escape route.

As the neared a set of stairs leading up to what Dean assumed was the fighting ring, the sounds of the crowds began to increase. However, it was the smell that hit Dean, the tang of fresh blood, but not just a bit of blood. The smell was so strong that Dean was certain whoever had lost the blood was no longer living. They were about to head up the stairs when Harry pulled back on the pole. Dean only just managed to save himself from falling backward, but he couldn't stop himself from coughing after having his airway cut off again. As he tried to turn around to see what had cause then to make him stop movement at the top of the stairs caught Dean's attention.

Men were coming down the stairs and they were carrying a body. Dean froze. No, it can't be. Dean thought as the body drew near. The lifeless body hung between the two men. Blood slowly dripped to the floor as they carried it passed. Dean stared at the body, was it Kit? The man was naked, but blood covered his entire body. As Dean looked to his face to see if it was Kit a skinless skull stared back at him. Bile rose in his throat, but he didn't even flinch. No emotions cross over his face as the possible Kit was carried pass him. Dean was cataloguing Kit's disgusting feature in his head and comparing with the body. The pieces of blood soaked hair that remained could be blonde, the skin tone was the same as Kit's, and the body was around the right size to be Kit.

"Take a good look. That will be you soon enough. Now, get moving." Harry said as a cattle prod lightly touched the back of Dean's leg. Dean grunted as he stumbled forward, the shock was not as bad as the first shock he had received but it still hurt. Dean began to climb the stairs, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from the body disappearing down the corridor. I'm sorry Kit. Dean apologised to the friend he couldn't save.