Sold

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Sam flinched inwardly at the repeated sounds of shuffled feet nearby, and the heated argument from outside. He tried to ignore them as he concentrated on stretching his limbs, relishing the fact that this time he was not tied down to that cruel looking table.

He drew in a nervous breath, as the two men arguing outside finally decided to come in, and prepared himself for what about to come.

Daniel loomed above him, seething with uncontained anger.

"Are you pushing your luck, boy!"

When Sam just blinked at him, Daniel's anger multiplied.

"You don't deserve the kind treatment we've been giving you," Daniel spat, "You deserve to be treated like a dog!"

Sam swallowed, casting a glance toward the grave looking professor. "I have no idea what you want from me."

"YOU know exactly what we want from you and you're NOT cooperating!"

"Look, I-"

"No, you look, you ungrateful brat!" Daniel grabbed the front of Sam's uniform, pulling the young Winchester forward until their faces almost touched, "whether you like it or not, you'll be presented to our most important client in few weeks. By that time you better have something good to show, or I swear to God, I'll make you wish for death every single day of the rest of your miserable life!"

Sam glared at him wordlessly. Daniel let go of him and stepped back. "I know exactly how to convince you to cooperate!" He met the professor's eyes, and smiled. "I told you I was going to make you pay if you disobeyed me, and I will."

Sam narrowed his eyes, desperately trying to calm his wild beating heart.

'Anything but hurting Dean,' He silently prayed

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The sun was beating down on them with fierce hunger. Their burned flesh complained but no one seemed to hear.

Dean paused from the task at hand to wipe the new coat of sweat tricking down his face and blurring his vision. His abused muscles and burned flesh screamed and his throat felt like an extra-fat cotton ball. He closed his eyes and tried to stretch his aching back, only to feel a large slap on his shoulder half way. He grunted and resumed doing what he and the other prisoners were doing since early morning: digging rocks.

"Is that what they mean by training, digging rocks and dirt?" Dean hissed through his teeth.

The man who helped him yesterday, Daemon the name Dean finally found out, replied without pausing from his task, "It's this way because the captain is busy these days. New ones don't usually have it this easy, but I can tell he already has an agenda for you. You see, he doesn't like the cocky ones."

"Well, tough!"

The man ignored him, but Dean wasn't up to shutting up just yet. "So, what's the deal with this selling thing. Did they actually sell any one?"

"Of course," Daemon replied mildly, "I've been sold five times already."

Dean froze, "What? How-"

Daemon's attention, along with everyone else's was suddenly snatched toward the approaching group of men.

Dean frowned as he followed everyone's gaze... and felt an instant chill claim him at the sight. There, blindfolded, battered and shackled, was his little brother, being pushed roughly forward.

Dean's heart began to bump wildly against his chest, and his hand tightened unconsciously around the shovel he held. He took hasty steps forward, wanting to reach his brother's side, but Daemon grabbed his arm, stopping him.

"You'll only make it worse."

Dean swallowed helplessly as he stood watching his brother from distance.

The last push almost sent Sam tumbling to the ground, but a guard caught him and steadied him back on his feet. Darkness was suddenly replaced by bright, burning light as the blindfold was ripped from his head. He squinted at the men around him and frowned.

"Where is the captain?" Daniel demanded.

"On the bridge."

"Call him."

Dean shoved his way to the front, and finally caught his brother's gaze. As hard as he tried, Sam couldn't hide the fear he felt from his brother. Dean saw it and felt his own fear and worry itching their way to his system. He tried to look brave for Sam, but knew he was doing a pathetic job.

"What is it?" the captain's distinctive gruff voice came shortly, "I'm busy you know."

Daniel pushed Sam forward, "I've brought you a new one."

"I already have a new one."

"Forget about that one for now. This one is your new job," Daniel pressed, "I need him ready in one week."

"Hmm," the captain sighed as he studied Sam. "Yeah that can be arranged." He smiled, and Sam frowned, the man's smile almost making him sick.

The captain drew even closer. He raised his hand and tapped Sam on the cheek. Sam flinched away with a scowl. The captain's smile turned vicious as he narrowed his eyes on the younger man. "I believe I'm going to have myself some fun."

"Yeah, yeah," Daniel sighed, "Just have him ready in a week."

"No worries."

"Just one thing," Daniel told him as he turned to leave, "The new ones – they're brothers. This one is the youngest."

"Really!" the captain mused and turned to the prisoners, finally catching Dean's worried gaze. His smile turned bloody. "This is ought to be interesting."

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A/N

A little snippet of a chapter I scribbled down. Sorry, it's so short. Let me know what you think.