WBB 11

A/N: I know you all probably hate me right now, and I have a million and two reasons for my long hiatus. But I'm pretty sure you guys would rather read a new chapter rather than listen to me whine. Soooooo SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT! I'm shutting up now.


With Dean's foot firmly plastered to the floor, the two humans, the Hellhound, and the reaper made it back to Bobby's in record time. The reaper laughed his demented laugh the entire way there. Dean could hear it even with ACDC blasting on the radio.

Dean pulled into the scrap yard, dreading the reactions of his pseudo-family to his hitchhiker. Before he unlocked the car, Dean turned to Undertaker. He opened his mouth to recite his house rules, but then he snapped his jaw shut. Something told him that the reaper wouldn't listen.

Muttering to himself about creepy kids and their insane pets, the hunter grabbed a bag of food and headed for the door. He knocked on the old wood and waited for Bobby to unlock his multiple locks. To Dean's surprise, it was not Bobby who answered the door, but Sebastian. The demon gave the hunter a glance over and then looked over his shoulder to his bocchan, who was perched on one of Undertaker's arms, still pouting.

"Hmmmmm, that was quicker than I expected." Sebastian muttered. "Welcome back Mr. Winchester. I trust you had an uneventful journey."

Dean raised his eyebrows at the 'Mr. Winchester' but he assumed that the demon was mocking him and ignored it.

"It was full of rainbows and butterflies." Dean snorted. "That kid is an evil genius, and we picked up a supernatural hitchhiker. Otherwise, everything was great. If you'll excuse me, I'm starving." With that Dean pushed past the butler and walked into the kitchen.

"DINNER!" He shouted, as he started to unload the food. There was a rumbling noise and Sam pounded down the stairs, followed closely by Bobby.

"How was the trip?" Bobby asked. Dean shrugged and handed him a burger and a beer. Sam was already stuffing his face with fries. That was another thing that bothered Dean. Without his soul, Sam's eating habits had devolved into pure junk food. Dean missed getting whined at to eat better. He turned back to Bobby.

"It was…interesting." Dean answered, digging into his burger. "The kid was like the Godfather of the Victorian age. He did the Queen's dirty work." The hunter paused to take a swig of beer.

"He is also a devious little cock-block who has no morals, and friends in low places." He looked around, noticing, for the first time, the absence of an intruder in his personal space.

"Where's Cas?"

"He was called back." Bobby shrugged. "He said he'd come back as soon as possible."

The old hunter sipped his beer and promptly choked, jumped to his feet, and pulled out a knife. Dean and Sam both snapped to attention and spun around, looking for whatever had spooked Bobby. Dean's eyes landed on the kitchen doorway and he relaxed.

"Who the hell are you!" Sam shouted.

Dean put his hand on his brother's shoulder and motioned to the reaper who was in hysterics in the doorway.

"I told you the kid had friends in low places. This weirdo is Undertaker. He's a reaper." Dean explained. Sam and Bobby both relaxed, sort of. Undertaker got his giggles under control and bowed slightly.

"Hee hee hee…it's a pleasure to meet you gentlemen." He chuckled. "Ooooooooo…what do we have here?" The reaper stalked over to Sam and circled the big hunter like a hungry lion.

"Hee hee hee…..that's very interesting. It's been a long time since I've seen a body walking around without a soul."

Sam was looking increasingly unnerved, but before he could snap, Undertaker pulled away and leaned against the kitchen sink. From a pocket of his voluminous jacket he produced a baggie of, what looked like, bone cookies, and proceeded to munch on them happily.

"Ignore him, he is insane." Ciel announced as he walked into the kitchen with his butler close behind. Sebastian pulled out a chair at the table for his bocchan and laid out a basket of fried chicken and French fries for the boy. Ciel raised his eyebrow at the food and turned to his butler.

"Don't be so picky bocchan." Sebastian smirked. "Enjoy the junk food while you can. I will not be so lenient about your diet in the future."

Ciel looked around the room at the hunters enjoying their various meals and turned back to his food. His picked up his knife and fork and sliced off a small piece of chicken and popped it into his mouth.

"Not bad." He muttered, and continued to slice away at his food. A snort from across the table made him look up.

"What?" Ciel demanded. Dean just shook his head.

"You're supposed to eat it with your hands kid." He explained.

Ciel tilted up his nose imperiously.

"A gentleman does not eat with his hands like a peasant. I might not be an earl anymore, but manners are universal." With that he turned back to his food and, over his head, Sebastian smirked at Dean.


After everyone had eaten their fill, Sebastian gave the leftovers to Pluto and sent him out to guard the perimeter. The demon then went upstairs to prepare a bath for Ciel, who was almost asleep in his chair. It had been a long day for the newly awakened boy.

Dean, Sam, and Bobby were in the living room, discussing their next move and looking through their books for any reference to 'The Mother of All'. Undertaker watched from the shadows, letting out the occasional giggle. Suddenly Sebastian was beside Ciel's chair.

"It's time for your bath bocchan." He said. Ciel nodded slowly and stood up, yawning. Undertaker chose that moment to grab the boy and pull him into a bear hug.

"Hee hee hee…..things are going to get interesting from now on little earl." The reaper said into Ciel's hair. "I must go report this, I shall return in the morning. Goodnight Ciel." Undertaker swung the boy around once, and then put him down. With a wave over his shoulder, the reaper sauntered out of the house, his laughter echoing behind him.

"Does he have to come back?" Dean half-asked, half-whined. Ciel rolled his eyes.

"You will need him, and the others, if you want your brother's soul back." He replied, turning to the stairs and heading for his bath.

"There are more of them?" Dean's dismayed shout followed Ciel upstairs and coaxed a chuckle from the boy.

Sebastian held the bathroom door open for him and Ciel felt some of his tension leak out at the smell of his favorite bath oil. Ten minutes later, Ciel was almost asleep as he sat in the warm water and Sebastian gently washed him. The boy was dozing lightly when Sebastian ran the washcloth over his side and something felt off.

"Bocchan?" Sebastian queried, as Ciel sat up abruptly. The boy ran his fingers up his side and then twisted awkwardly to peer at his unblemished skin.

"It's gone….." Ciel could hardly believe his eyes. He turned to his butler, confusion burning in his eyes.

"Where is it?" Ciel's voice was breathy, and he was starting to feel faint. Sebastian merely smirked.

"That brand spoiled your lovely skin bocchan." Sebastian explained, placing his marked hand over Ciel's on top of the skin that once bore a brand of sacrifice.

"When the angel remade your body, I left that out of the blueprints. The only mark you will ever bare is mine." The demon cupped Ciel's cheek and circled his thumb around the boy's marked eye.

Ciel was at a loss for words. That brand had soiled him, it was a symbol of a time when he was weak, and it drove his revenge. Now it was gone, he was both elated and disappointed. What was he going to do now? Ciel was too tired to ponder for long. He shook his head and got out of the tub. He remained silent as Sebastian patted him dry and slipped him into a soft, over-sized, white shirt that fell to his knees. Ciel followed his butler into the guest room and allowed himself to be tucked into bed.

As Sebastian turned to leave, panic tore through Ciel and he frantically grabbed the demon's sleeve. Sebastian turned back, smirking, and Ciel couldn't meet his eyes.

"Stay." He mumbled, tugging his butler closer. How he hated to appear weak before the demon! Sebastian made to sit on the floor, but Ciel tugged harder and kept tugging until the demon was sitting beside him on the bed, leaning back against the pillows. Ciel still didn't look at him as he curled against Sebastian's side. The boy lay tensely for a moment, half expecting Sebastian to laugh at him for his weakness and leave.

A moment later, a warm hand descended and started to gently rub his back.

"Go to sleep bocchan. I will he here when you wake up." Sebastian whispered. Ciel relaxed completely and allowed himself to doze off.

"…Thank you…." He mumbled, as he drifted into the arms of Morpheus.

Sebastian's eyes glowed in the darkness as an evil smile drifted across his face.

"Anything for you bocchan."

TBC….


A/N: Thank you to everyone who reviewd/favorited/alerted this story. I LOVE YOU ALL! The next chapter is halfway done, and there won't be a huge wait for it this time. A few weeks tops. See you then! XD