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Chapter...was it eight? I'm losing track from lack of sleep, and it's from Connor's POV.


Hunters Hunted

Chained (From Connor's POV)

Connor's head was pounding like someone was hammering a fucking mallet against his temple. He groaned, remembering the blow he literally received a while or an age ago, and tried moving. But found he couldn't as he was secured on a rickety wooden chair with his wrists bound tightly–and by the feel of it, in fucking chains–behind his back.

Someone moaned when he tried tugging the chains in his pointless attempt to free himself.

That was Dean.

"Looks like you didn't have much luck, either."

"Fuckin' shut up."

And fuck they were chained back-to-back on two chairs.

"They're awake, mommy." The girl from before–Missy–leaned out the doorway and called, and soon, a family of six poured into the room surrounding them.

"Shame we don't have enough cages to lock the both of them." Lee said, smiling in a sickening way while he walked around them. Looking, no, inspecting. "They're good fighters."

"They should be a fun to hunt." Jared assented, nodding to his father. Pa Bender whizzed at the comment, but it could be the sound of his twisted laughter that's stuck half-way out of his throat.

"Oh, you gotta be kidding me. That's what this is about." Dean muttered, like he just get the inside joke that everyone but Connor shared, so the blond Irishman tilted his head a bit and strained his ears to listen. "You...you guys hunt people?"

"Hunt...people?" Connor asked from behind, sickened. "Who te fuck hunt people?"

"That's strange coming out of your mouth, handsome." Malva Bender–the woman who was previously responsible for Connor's unconsciousness–said, pulling up a reddish round chair and seated before poking him on the cheek with her long nails. "Since...oh, I can see it in your eyes...you yourself have killed before."

Connor grimaced and fell silent as he didn't have anything to say to that. And he felt his chained partner fidgeted uneasily as Pa Bender started a conversation of his own with Dean and asked him, too, whether he had hunted before.

"That depends on what you mean."

Connor felt a cold shiver down his back when he heard how alike Dean's response–or rather, how alike his lack of a negative answer–was to his. He then remembered how reluctant the man was when they were back at the sheriff's and how the report said he was suspected of murder and was supposed to be dead. And as he started to think that maybe he'd been lied to all alone, he suddenly realized that the real reason for Dean to fidget with unease might not be because of the older man's words but because Dean, too, noticed Connor's absence of them.

"I hunt all my life. Just like my father, and his before him. I hunt deer and bears; I even got a cougar once. But the best hunt...is human." Pa Bender's voice rang on the background as Malva looked at Connor joyfully.

"You're just like us."

Connor spitted in her face which earned him a strike to the head. That woman–but what he really wanted to think was bitch–could hit.

"I'm nothin' like ya." He hissed and Malva laughed.

"Oh really?" She teased as Pa ranted on how 'alive and powerful' he felt when he saw the fear in his preys' eyes as they went dark. "Then tell me, what do you hunt?"

"I hunt people who put me in fuckin' chains." Connor joked–and it also happened to be literally true as the last two people who dared the feat were by now six feet under–but winced as pain flared in his head.

"You're a sick puppy."

Dean's comment caused Connor to wince–again–but this time in astonishment, but then he realized the man wasn't talking about him.

"We give them weapon, give them a fight chance."

But not everyone deserved a chance. Connor thought to himself.

"It's like our tradition, passed from mother to daughter, father to son." Malva smiled at those words and held Missy close as Connor saw Jared ran a hand through Ned's disorderly hair out of the corner of his eyes.

"Of course only two or three a year, never enough to bring the law down to us." Pa Bender continued. "We're careful, see."

"Well, don't be so sure." Dean panted in pain. "Looks like you're getting sloppy."

"Tell me," The oldest of the Benders pointedly ignored the comment. "Are neither of you a cop?"

"If I tell you, you promise not to beat me into an ashtray?"

Connor felt his chair tremble as Dean earned his own punch in the face from Lee for his smart mouth and could almost hear Jared's smirk from the other side.

"The only reason I don't let my boys take you right here and now is there's somethin' I need to know."

"How 'bout it's not nice to marry your sister?"

The advice sounded actually kind of funny but sadly Pa Bender couldn't take a joke as he took a tongs from the hearth. "Will there be any other cops come looking?"

"Eat me...nonono, wait, wait, wait." Dean began but changed his mind mid-sentence. "You actually might!"

Connor couldn't help himself, he snickered. Which turned out to be a mistake since he immediately felt the violent tug as the insulted Jared jerked him hard by the hair.

"You think this is funny?" The huntsman sneered in warning. "You brought this down to my family."

"That's enough, Jared." Pa Bender cut him off. "If they wanna play games, we'll play some games." He said, and Connor could almost felt the old man's glare searing through the back of his head. "Looks like we'll going to have a hunt tonight after all, everybody. And you..." A short paused, and Connor imagined the furious stare now directed at Dean. "...get to pick the animal."

"Wait! Wha?" Connor tried turning around and was responded with a 'Aww!' as they accidently bumped heads.

"The tall one or the tattooed one?"

Both Connor and Dean started talking then as both of their brothers were threatened. And words of 'Fuck it! It's jus' us!' and 'Wait, wait, wait! Look, nobody's going for us alright!' and 'It's jus' fuckin' us, damnit!' and 'We're alone in this, really!' tangled in an undistinguishable mess.

"If you don't choose, I will." Pa Bender said in a low voice, shutting them both up by burning Dean with the scorching tongs and leaving a nasty charred mark on the left shoulder of his brown overcoat.

"You son of a bitch!" Dean grunted in agony.

But that's not enough and to Connor's horror, Pa Bender then said, "This time, I'll take an eye."

"Alright, alright!" Dean shouted. And Connor could feel his partner's fear vibrate through the chains that connected them together as he closed his eyes, waiting to hear the choice that might doom his twin.

But...

"The tall one, the tall one! Take the tall one!"

Connor opened his eyes in shock. What kind of man was he to willingly sacrifice his own brother for someone he barely knew? Was he really bad as he suspected mere minutes ago?

"Lee, go do it." And Connor heard the jingling of keys as Pa took them off from the place around his neck and handed it over. "Don't let him out, though. Shoot him in the cage."

"What?" Dean exclaimed at the sound of door opening. "Thought you said you're going to hunt, to give him a chance!"

"Lee." Pa called again and–like punishing Connor for Dean daring to speak without permission–said, "When you done with the boy, shoot the Catholic, too."

And Connor's blood ran cold.


I hope I didn't do too terrible a job what with two different conversations going at the same time.

Thx for reading and staying with me, please R&R. I would really appreciate it.