"They're going to Wisconsin? What the fuck is in Wisconsin?"
Sam couldn't help but laugh a bit at the disbelief in Deans voice. "Apparently you." he teased, looking the runes over. "They were pretty sure that you were heading there."
"To Wisconsin?" there was such a bit of disgust in Deans voice that once again Sam couldn't help but laugh, dragging a finger over the stone wall and watching the runes light up before they disappeared completely.
"I mean there's cheese there." Sam said thoughtfully. "Lots of land, it's actually a pretty state Dean."
"No thanks." he could almost see Dean shaking his head. "What are you doing?"
"Looking at Singers apparent dungeon." Sam said, inspecting the chains and tapping them a few times, watching a few cracks spread strategically along the metal. "It's actually really impressive, especially considering he did this on his own."
"And that's where they were going to put me?" Dean asked. "A dungeon?"
"Complete with chains." Sam said with a nod. "If you get here soon enough we can put some of the chains to use before I destroy them."
Maybe it was his imagination but he could almost hear the impala's engine roaring faster.
"What did you do with the kid?" Dean asked after clearing his throat a few times.
"Tied her up, got her blood to make the call but that's it. She's still alive for now." Sam said, looking up at the ceiling towards the living room where he had left the girl. "She might have some use for us later."
"Get her nice and afraid, they tremble a lot when they're like that." Dean said, a smirk clear in his voice. "She still trying to be brave?"
"Trying, mostly failing, a lot more crying now." Sam said, glancing over the dungeon one more time before he turned to go back upstairs. He wiped his hands on the side of his jeans and glanced at Jo, making sure that she was still on the couch where he had left her. Her shirt had been ripped open and the cuts he had made was still bleeding, he had needed quite a bit to make sure that he could call his brother.
When he cut her shirt open he knew what she had been thinking, that he was going to rape her or molest her or something like that. She'd never admit it but when he had collected her blood and left he saw the relief in her eyes.
He had no interest in that, Dean was both more than enough and it for him. He never once looked at anyone else, had no desire to, the same with Dean. Not to say that Dean didn't sometimes flirt with people but it meant nothing.
She seemed to have gotten her courage back while he had been down there, when he came back up she looked up and glared at him, chest heaving. The ropes he had tied around her was intricate and tight enough that she had no hope of moving. He had made sure to tie her fingers so closely together that she couldn't move them, bringing her arms back and tied down to her ankles so she couldn't wiggle free.
He enjoyed the art of it really and he took a moment to just stare at her, proud of his own work. Smiling he sat down at Bobbys desk and put the bowl onto the wood, opening the drawers to take out one of his bottles.
"You have alcohol right? Everything is tainted with holy water and I desperately need something normal." Sam said, pouring himself a glass and taking a sip, grimacing at the burn.
"I got everything you need you delicate sunflower." Dean teased him. "I'll be there soon actually so don't spoil your appetite."
"Good, I miss you." Sam said with a fond smile, leaning in his seat and drinking slowly. "So we're on board for all of this right? We know what we're doing?"
"Well I know that I'll be doing you in that dungeon." Dean said with a sultry tone. "But other than that, yeah, I know what to do here."
"Good, then make sure that the impala is nice and in front." Sam said, frowning for a moment. "You sure he'll recognize it?"
"Oh yeah, he will." Dean said, his tone booking no argument. "Cause I remember being the backseat and music blaring."
He didn't say anything else and he didn't have to, Sam already knew what he wanted to say and understood.
"Then all that we need is for you to get here." he said simply. He looked at Jo again over the rim of the glass as he drank. "I have some entertainment to keep me occupied until then."
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