(Rejoining Sam and Dean in the basement)
"Dean, you're shivering," Sam commented after about five hours in the darkness. They had exchanged the mandatory 'Are you alright' and 'Did he do a good job' along with discussing how they were going to get out of here. After no good ideas the brothers had fell silent. They were both tired and angry, usually not a combination that left Winchester men happy or in a talkative mood. Sam had forgotten about seeing Dean shiver while he was getting bandaged up until just now.
"Because the basement is so warm," Dean replied shortly. His body and clothes had dried for the most part but his body was still shaking with the cold that invaded his insides. His fingers were numb and his toes felt like they were going to fall off. Curling his legs up into his body hadn't helped any, he might as well been outside, it may be warmer.
"You were wet earlier, what happened?" Sam asked, worried at the chattering noise Dean's teeth made when he talked.
"Your friend decided I needed a bath," Dean laid his head back against the wall; the chains weren't long enough to wrap his arms around his legs so he just kept them on the floor. He was so cold; he couldn't ever remember being this cold. "So," Dean stopped while a chill traveled through his body, "how are we getting out of here?"
"That's up to you genius, you got us into this," Sam tried saying back in a more joking manner, the mood needed a little lightening. His leg had stopped hurting, mainly because of the pills that the dude had left. Sam was just thankful he had been able to get more comfortable. "What they hell do they want?"
"I don't know, maybe you attract redneck hillbillies. They like masculine women," Dean said with a wide grin on his face.
"Shut up," Sam said but laughed slightly at the same time. His quiet laugh was cut off by the sound of the door opening. Sam strained to see who it was until the person turned on the lights. Shutting his eyes tight only for a second to block out the sudden brightness Sam opened them when he smelled food. All of a sudden his stomach growled and he could swear that Dean's had just done the same. Up until now Sam hadn't realized that he was hungry, which was surprising since the last time he ate… Well he didn't know the last time he ate, he had no idea how long they had been here.
Dean watched the man walk into their basement. He was different than the men that had lead Sam or him down here. If he remembered correctly it was the kid that had told the head honcho that Sam was almost here. "Didn't your mom ever tell you it's not nice to tease," Dean commented when he saw the food, not really expecting it to be for him. So when the guy opened up his cell and placed the food in Dean's reach and then did the same for Sam Dean could say that he was truly shocked, although the surprise didn't keep him from eating.
"Five minutes to eat."
Dean just looked at the boy and didn't bother replying, he had a mouthful at the moment. He took a closer look at the kid as well. It was evident that they weren't getting out of here on their own and so far this guy was the youngest of all the goons. Previously, when he had first seen the guy Dean had guessed that he was around Sam's age now he was thinking a little bit younger, maybe eighteen or nineteen, not too young, but definitely younger than Sam. He also didn't look too happy to be here; maybe Dean could persuade him to help them out. "So what's your name?"
Sam looked up when Dean asked their captive a question. What was he doing, trying to make friends? It was then he realized that this guy was the youngest person that he had seen and like Dean he picked up on the feeling that the kid didn't want to be here. Dean was trying to get him to help them; Sam supposed that it could be possible his brother's charm would work on a guy. Sam went back to his food but kept an eye on the guy's posture, trying to read his body language.
"Three more minutes to eat."
"Mr. Personality I suppose," Dean said when their captor's expression remained emotionless. "So how old are you, eighteen, nineteen?" Dean tried asking, he needed to get this kid to open up if he was going to have any chance.
"Dean, just eat your damn food," Sam asked, giving his brother a look that he hoped Dean would understand.
When Dean heard his brother speak, the oldest Winchester's head snapped up and was about to tell his sibling to shut the hell up but then he noticed Sam's face. Sam had understood what Dean was trying to do and now Sam had decided to help. "You're not my mom," Dean shot back before stuffing another huge bite into his face.
"Well you listened to me anyway," Sam yelled back in his best ha-ha told you so voice.
"Did not, I was just hungry," Dean said, trying to whine, Sam was better at that then him.
"Doesn't matter, you still ate a bite."
"Well that one doesn't cou…"
"My name is Seeth; now both of you shut the fuck up and eat. One more minute."
Dean smiled back at Sam and saw his smirk as well. They had accomplished their goal and it hadn't been that hard to either. Seeth had cracked too easily.
"Throw the plate over here."
Dean did what he was told and watched Sam do the same, anticipating Seeth's next move. "See ya later Seeth," Dean yelled before the kid slammed the door and shut off the light, immersing them once again in total darkness.
(Upstairs)
Seeth threw the paper plates into the trash and started to head upstairs before a shout stopped him mid step.
"What the hell were you thinking?!"
Seeth turned around to see Nick Colbert walking towards him with his signature drunken stagger.
"Get over here you worthless piece of shit," Nick said before taking a swig out of the beer bottle he was holding.
Seeth walked back down the steps but didn't come any closer to the enraged drunken man. It was then he saw the six empty beer bottles on the counter, how he had missed them before, Seeth had no idea. Inside Seeth could feel his stomach twisting up into a knot, anticipating what was about to come.
"What the hell were you doing down there?!" Another sallow of beer went down.
"You, you told me to feed them," Seeth answered back quietly. He had shifted over to the left when Nick had been closing in on the right. However, now his back was up against the wall and there was no where to run.
"Shut the fuck up, I don't want your excuses," the last bit of beer went down Nick's hatch before he laid it on the counter. He stepped in fast and threw a punch at Seeth's gut.
Seeth saw it coming but didn't have time to react. The punch came fast and hard. He doubled over, clutching his stomach, it was still sore from the other day. By bending down though Seeth didn't see the next fist that came flying towards his face. This hit sent him to the ground on all fours. His nose started bleeding but Seeth was thankful that it didn't feel broken. His relief was short lived when a kick came hurling towards his side. Seeth gasped from the pain and only let out a small cry. The kick had sent him smashing into the wall and then crashing down on the floor. There was another kick and then another. Gasping for breath Seeth, cried out as the third kick was followed shortly by a loud crack. Sam tried curling into himself, anything to protect his midsection but could do it too well without exposing his back. In a very short time Seeth had learned that back kicks were worse and they should be avoided at all costs.
Nick stopped for a second and surveyed the damage he had done. That was when he got an idea. Grabbing the empty beer bottle off the counter, he smashed it against the cabinets, glass went flying everywhere. Nick looked about the wreckage and choose the largest piece. "I'll teach you obedience yet."
Seeth tried getting up to run when he heard the glass break. He had been cut by a sharp knife before and had no desire to find out what a dull cut would feel like. His ribs protested though and he only managed to make it up on all fours before a well aimed kick to his back sent him falling back down. The next kicks were not aimed at his side though, they collided with his head. The world was spinning and Seeth almost blacked out, he wasn't that lucky. It was then that Seeth could sense Nick kneeling down next to him. He felt his shirt being lifted slightly. Then he let out a scream. The piece of glass cut through his skin slowly, not quick like a sharp edge would have. The blood was flowing down his side and all Seeth could do let out little cries, Nick held his hands down with his knee. As sudden as the pain had started, it stopped. Seethe looked up to see the man walking away before he slipped into blissful unconsciousness.
Nick Colbert stood up straight and looked down at the still figure. Blood was dripping from the cuts he had just made and from some that had been made the previous day which must have opened up when the punching and kicking had happened. "Hopefully your brothers will be better."
There, hope you guys enjoy. Seeth is OC that I mentioned. I know I promised some Dean angst but I didn't get to it. I promise that in the next chapter there will be plenty and another nice little twist as well. Please stay tuned and press that little button down there on the left. Pretty please.
