Chpt.11

*my 2 boys have been refusing to nap, or sleep at all for that matter. What can you expect from a 2 year old and a 5 month old right? I literally got 15 hours of sleep in like 3 days Haha. Im exhausted! Im also working on 3 stories at the same time because Im crazy. On with the stories!*

Sam struggled against the hold of the giant Goblin pulling him away from Dean. He knows Jareth showed him Dean as a way to control him, maybe make him more compliant. All it made him want to do is escape and make sure Dean was really ok.

The giant goblin followed Jareth passed the room he was being held in before, and to a grand ballroom. He never been to an actual ball, or even been in a ballroom, so this was certainly a sight for sore eyes. It all looked very majestic with the chandeliers and tapestries the intricate gold trim, the set tables and chairs, everything was just as he would have imagined it. Sure he read about things like this in books, but actually seeing it was a different experience all together. He wished it was under better circumstances. In the center of the room was a raised platform with a blood red carpet covering it, and two red and gold chairs sat in the middle. The goblin dragged him, following Jareth to that platform, and dragged him up the stairs to the two chairs. He roughly pushed Sam into one making him fall back a little bit. Without saying a word chains made there was around Sams ankles and around his chest securing him to the chair. 'Not good.' Sam thought trying to loosen up the chains that were now on his body.

"Theres no way you're getting out of those Sam. Not until I want you to."

Sam looked up at Jareth who was staring down at him with a smug look on his face, god Sam really hated that smirk.

"Wont stop me from trying asshole."

Jareth rolled his eyes at the crude comment before a cloth rag magically made its way into Sams mouth and was tied tightly behind his head. Sam rolled his eyes and started screaming threw the gag, but it only made Jareth laugh. He looked at Sam one last time and made his way down the platform, and into the now empty ballroom.

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After about an hour after seeing Sam Dean knew he had to escape. It seemed rather fruitless at the moment, for as much magic as the other goblins say this world lost, the physical world still applies, as in the case of these stronger than life chains. He tried with all his might to pull the chains out of the walls, but again nothing. He looked around for something to pick the lock, and again nothing. He wanted his little brother safe, in their house, complaining about something stupid or rambling off about useless knowledge he managed to acquire that day. The most at peace he found himself this whole dam journey was when Sam ran into his arms not 20 minutes earlier. If only those dam guards weren't there threatening him, then Sam wouldn't have gone off with Jareth. Ah Jareth. Dean wanted nothing more than to kill him. If it was only him Jareth and Sam in the dungeon, he could have protected Sam and beat the shit out of that guy, with both arms shackled to the wall. Hes probably telling Sam that if he doesn't comply with what he has planned that he will kill him, all alone down in the dungeon. He doesn't want Sam to comply, he wants Sam to fight no matter what. He knows his little brother is a fighter, but when it comes to someone threatening the rest of his family, he will do whatever he can to protect them. Even if it means being compliant. Dean sat down on the ground with his back resting against the wall. He was beyond frustrated and angry at this point. Hes failed Sam in every way possible. If only he had listened to him to begin with none of this would have happened. He could have known Jareth was a threat and taken care of him on the spot, possibly keeping Sam out of this entirely. But no, he just had to ignore Sam, think he was crazy, then let some Goblin kidnap him right from under his nose. He was right downstairs and he heard nothing! Some hunter, or worse yet some brother.

Dean was taken out of his musings when he heard tiny footsteps and hushed voices coming down the stairs. More on guard now than ever he stood up, and squared his shoulders to look more threatening.

He barely made out the dark silhouettes of two tiny creatures coming towards him carrying something possibly bigger than the both of them. Finally stepping into a more lighted area Dean saw who it was, Sir. Didymus and Bek carrying his pack! A huge smile spread across his face as he ran as far as the chains would allow. He kneeled down and watched in amusement as the two struggled with his bag.

"Guys! You two are a sight for sore eyes!"

The two tiny creatures finally dropped Deans pack in front of him, sweating from the sheer exhaustion.

Dean went threw his pack making sure everything was there, pulling out his lock pick set he began on the manacles around his wrists. It wasn't easy, but dammed if his dad didn't train him for every scenario.

"Guys I thought Jareth captured you?!"

"No way sire, I sensed him coming so I grabbed the puppy and hid! If you were going one on one with him it would have been fair, but bringing in the two huge goons was not fair. We knew we had to stay hidden until the time was right to get you out." Bek shook his tail and barked at Dean in excitement. The manacle dropped.

"Did you guys happen to see which was Jareth took Sam by chance?"

"Sam is in the ballroom, it has started already! He has not been crowned, not until your time to rescue him is up."

Dean looked at him confused.

"Wait, I should have way more time!"

"Time works differently here sire."

Dean started muttering curses under his breath as he feverishly worked on the last manacle.

"How much time do we have?"

"Less than an hour sire."

Finally the last manacle dropped with a loud 'clink' on the floor. Dean hurried and gathered up his stuff.

"Guys, we need a plan. I need to disguise myself somehow, get into the ballroom, make a distraction, and get Sam out. "

Dean and Sir Didymus started talking about their plan.

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Sam wanted to puke. As beautiful as everything and everyone was in their masquerade gowns and tuxes, Jareth kept smirking his way in between greeting guests. That dam smirk saying Ive won. The whole Sam Sam struggled against the chains encircling his body. He would even feel a little better if he could get the gag out, but everything was securely locked in place. He found himself more time than he could count rolling his eyes and sighing when he would get beyond frustrated with just everything. Suddenly Jareth came waltzing up the stairs and in front of Sam, he had to give him credit, the man had style, well for a Goblin anyway. If only he wasn't so evil he could possibly be charming. All those thoughts aside…

"Its almost time Sam."

Jareth swiped his hand and a crystal ball appeared. He threw it on a gold pedestal with a red velvet pillow, and from the crystal ball a golden crown appeared with various jewels adorning it. In almost any other circumstance, Sam would be flattered and humble, but now he was mostly worried and scarred. 'Whats going to happen to Dean if he crowns me? Will he kill him because he doesn't need him anymore? Will he turn him into a goblin of sorts?'

Sam didn't want to become a Goblin anything let alone prince, that was for sure. But he definitely didn't want Dean hurt.

Jareth than made his way to the second chair on the other side of the golden pedestal holding Sams crown. He was looking into the crowd of people that were there, oblivious to the point of what was happening. They were either under a spell or on Jareth's side, either way he couldn't count on any of these people to help him. He finally sagged back against the chair, closing his eyes he felt tears start to swell up again. He couldn't loose Dean.

Some time later Jareth looked up at a clock and smiled. He stood up and clapped his hands together, getting the attention of everyone in the room, including Sam who opened his eyes and stared at him worriedly.

"Attention everyone! Today is a very special day indeed! In five short minutes we crown our Goblin Prince, who will restore our city and kingdom. Until then everyone carry on."

The party went back to normal and Jareth looked at Sam.

"Oh Sam don't look at me like that. You knew how this was going to end. As a gift to you, your last minutes as human Im going to let you speak, say anything I don't like and your brother will get whats coming to him."

Magically the gag falls off of Sams mouth.

"Ill be your Prince, just please let Dean go."

"And have dear big brother out for revenge? I don't think so. He going to spend the rest of eternity in the dungeon knowing how he failed to protect you, or yet he may make a good Goblin body guard for you."

"Please no."

Was all Sam could whisper as Jareth stood up again.

"Attention attention! The time has come for our Goblin Prince to rise."

Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at them. Sam was frozen with fear as he looked out into the crowd of people. He never noticed Jareth picking up the crown next to him. He looked up at finally seeing Jareth moving over to him so the crown was now over his head, not touching it just hovering. He tried to move his neck so his head was sideways, but a medium sized goblin hes never noticed before grabbed his head from behind the chair straightening it, making Sam cry out in pain and frustration. He tried to struggle against the hold but nothing was working! His eyes could focus on the crown as it was slowly being lowered to his head. He figured this is it, good-bye Dean, and thank-you for everything. He closed his eyes waiting for the inevitable, when a single gun shot was heard making his heard jerk forward, and his were huge.

*Ok so I don't normally like ending a chapter on a cliffy, but Im deff writing another chpt. Either tomorrow or Sat, but no later. Thanks to everyone who liked, faved, and reviewed. Cough cough especially you M.J. Ellsworth. Haha. *