Cursed are the Peacemakers
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CHAPTER 6
The sound of keys rattling made the two young Winchester brothers to jump startled as two armed men strode towards their cell.
'Jonas?' Dean whispered staring around he realised that the old man was gone again. 'Dude you are so freaking annoying!'
'Who are you talking to?' One of the men asked as they stood just on the other side of the bars far enough away so the boys couldn't reach them.
'You dickhead, so whatcha gonna do about?' Dean taunted them.
The two men ignored Dean's comment as one of them unlocked the door the other stood by armed with a rifle, a whip hung coiled from his belt on one hip and on the other was a long hunting knife sheathed in a leather hilt. 'Just give me a reason boy!'
Dean bit back a retort as he took in their predicament, Sam sat huddled into himself completely oblivious to what was happening, Dean himself was weak and still healing from the latest beating and whipping, and Jonas pulled another disappearing act.
Holding his hands up in defeat, Dean made himself not react when they grabbed Sam and hauled him to his feet until they tied Sam's hands behind his back and started to take advantage of his nakedness. With a roar of anger Dean launched himself at the one who had his hand around Sam's genitals. Moving with the momentum of surprise he was able to knock the bigger man down and smashed his head against the wall but before he could attack the other guard, the sharp sudden pain cut across his back and shoulder stunned he looked up as the whip came down again slicing his cheek open as it connected with him.
Dropping to his knees Dean tried to fight the rising nausea and pain, then bluffing a faint he moved up and outwards driving an upper cut under the man's chin. His chance for success was short lived when the guard righted himself without falling and grabbed hold of Dean's neck pinning the younger man to the wall he started to literally choke his life from him.
'Drop him!' Joseph ordered as he strode towards the cell, wanting to know what the hold up was he took in the scene in the barred room as he approached them.
One guard down and unmoving, Sam huddled against the wall his hands bound behind his back and fresh bruises forming on his upper thighs and a blank look on his face. The other guard held Dean against the wall, the young man gasping for his last breathes.
'Drop him Nathaniel, I need him alive.'
'But Grand-Papa looks what he did to Daniel.'
'Daniel probably deserved it; I can see the new bruises on the Chosen so let him lose.'
Reluctantly Nathaniel let Dean drop to the floor, frantically gasping each life-renewing breath. Before leaving him alone though, he planted a well-placed kick into Dean's exposed lower back, and then he went to his fallen friend and helped him up.
'Impressive attempt at escaping Dean but you will see that it is futile, your brother has submitted to his fate, I think it is time for you to embrace yours.'
'Fuck you.' Dean rasped out his abused throat filled with searing pain as he spoke.
'There is no need for profanity Dean, as it seems though you have won a brief reprieve for yourself and your brother. Be warned I will not tolerate another attack on my men.'
'Bring it on Old Man bring it on.'
'I shall enjoy breaking you.' Joseph grinned as stalked off tailed by Nathaniel and a dazed Daniel.
Dean waited for them to be out of sight before he lifted his hand up to his bleeding face, wincing when he came into contact with his own blood. 'Sammy?' He asked his voice still sounding rough even to his own ears, 'come on Sammy look at me.'
Sam slid down the wall, apparently unaware that he still had bound hands, his eyes glassy and unfocused; his mouth opened and closed as though he tried to work himself up to saying something but nothing came out.
'Okay nuff of this shit, Sam look at me now.' Dean ordered, tapping Sam's cheek lightly a few times and then he put more force behind it. Stunned Sam slowly turned his head to look at Dean.
'Dean?' Sam tried to move his hand up to his face, 'what is going on?'
'Calm down Sammy, the bastards tied your hands and tried to take you again.'
'Dude your face.' Sam gasped his own face paling even more, 'what happened?'
'What do you remember Sammy?'
'I – I ah we were talking to Jonas weren't we?'
'Yeah and?'
'Oh shit Dean.' Sam turned a stricken face away from his brother's concerned gaze, 'please don't.'
'Don't what?'
'Look at me like that.' Sam cringed as Dean reached for him, ignoring his brother's apparent distress he kept going until he was able to grip Sam's chin in his hand and forced him to turn back, 'please don't Dean.' Sam begged him.
'Sam look at me, we're gonna get out of this and get you some help but for now I need for you to hold it together, can you for me?'
Sam sniffed and nodded his head then the flood-gates opened and large hot tears fell down his face, heaving sobs forced their way out shaking his already fragile frame. Not knowing what else to do Dean took his brother into his arms and held him tightly until the hysteria passed.
Rough hands grabbed Dean and pulled him away from Sam startling both the brothers, 'hate to interrupt this girly moment but Grand-Papa will not wait any longer.' Nathaniel snarled in Dean's ear, his hot acrid breath burning the side of Dean's neck.
Pinning Dean's arms between them he dragged the struggling young man backwards while another guard grabbed Sam roughly by the hair and forced him to stand up. As tall as Sam he gave an intimidating air as he rough-handled the young man, moving behind him he ran his hands down Sam's body taunting Dean. 'Come on tough guy whatcha gonna do this time?'
'Let me go and I'll show you.' Dean ground out pulling on the iron-like grip holding him against the chest of Nathaniel, 'Dude has anyone told you to use breath freshener?'
'Dean?' Sam whispered blinking back the tears, he was still trapped in his own breakdown and confusion reigned on his face.
'Fuck it let me go, he needs me.' Dean fought even harder against Nathaniel's grip.
'Keep fighting pretty boy, the more you fight the worse off you're gonna be.' Nathaniel warned twisting Dean's arms even more until he could feel the tendons starting to snap.
'It's alright Dean, I'll be alright.' Sam mumbled as he was dragged out of the cell, 'don't worry bout me.'
'Sammy!' Dean slammed his heel down onto the top of Nathaniel's foot and ground it hard into the smaller bones. He felt the big man's grip loosen slightly giving Dean a chance to push back with his elbow, moving with the momentum he pushed himself under Nathaniel's arm and dropped him over his shoulder.
Gasping for breath Dean backed up to the door and then with a wink he locked it behind him, growling in fury Nathaniel launched himself from his fallen position to the bars but Dean stood far enough away to avoid being grabbed. 'Sorry I can't stay and chat but I have a prior arrangement that I just can't get out of.' Dean smirked, 'stay put and I'll think about coming back and finishing our little conversation.'
'You're dead human!' Nathaniel yelled, trying to force the bars apart, 'you are dead!'
'Well it's not like I haven't heard that before!' Dean scoffed as he ran off trying to ignore the pull on his numerous wounds.
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Sam shivered under the scrutiny of the circle of men surrounding him, they had untied his hands briefly, retied them, and then stretched them above his head passing the rope through a metal ring. His feet brushed the floor but his arms bore his entire weight and they were fast turning numb.
He managed to calm himself enough to stop hyperventilating as he turned back inside himself, picturing Jess in her smurfs T-shirt and her long blond hair tousled around her face framing her features perfectly.
A rough hand ran down his back startling him out of his musings of Jess, gasping in shock as it ran down his buttocks. 'Please d-d-don't.'
'He is perfect, good muscle definition, good looking, young and well built.' One man commented regarding Sam as though he was a piece of meat or an object to be bought or sold. 'His progeny will be perfect for us.'
'Ah but the best is his strength in his untapped power.' Joseph said as he stepped forward and stood next to Sam, 'this young human is exactly what the Dark Lord described to me.'
'A fitting gift from the Dark Lord.' The others agreed all smiling and slapping each other on the back for a job well done.
'He has serviced our prime females, soon, soon we shall return from the realms of the cursed and take our rightful places in the world of humans.' Joseph ran his hand over Sam appreciatively eliciting a shudder from his prisoner. 'Time to seal the pact with a toast.' He said as he turned to take the razor-sharp ornate knife from the bench next to him and held it close to Sam's face enjoying the look of sheer terror in his eyes.
Then he moved it until the blade hovered over Sam's heart, with a quick flick of his wrist he pierced Sam's throat, holding a heavily engraved ceremonial bowl under the incision he collected the bright red and warm arterial blood spurting from it.
When he was satisfied with the amount he passed the bowl to the man standing next to him, and then Joseph placed the tip of the blade into the flame of a large black candle holding it until it glowed red and then he returned to Sam, watching the life start to slide from his young victim's eyes, 'We now drink from the Chosen, we thank the Black Lord for the gift.' He placed the glowing knife on the cut and cauterised it, smell of burning flesh permeating the air. Sam's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he lost conscious, as they filled silver goblets with his blood and drank it thirstily.
When they had finished it they left to attend the thanksgiving feast, two younger men cut Sam down and followed them carrying Sam between them. In the food hall, the women had prepared the meal, the carcasses of sheep, pigs and calves were laid out on long trestles as well as plates of spiced vegetables and herbal concoctions. The two young men carried Sam to top end of the hall where a wooden frame stood, erected especially for the evening's festivities. They tied his hands securely to the top of it and then stretching his legs out fastened his ankles to the lower frame. A garland of thorned ivy placed around his neck and another one draped around his narrow hips.
All of the women who had used Sam filed passed by him, led by Rebekkah and Grace, each one stopping in front of him; they placed a black flower at his feet and at times embraced him wherever they felt the pull towards. Rebekkah knelt down in front of Sam placed her bud at his feet and then without standing lifted her face until she was at eye level with his penis. Wrapping her lips around it reverently Rebekkah let her tongue roam down the length of it, her warm embrace sent shockwaves through Sam and he jerked awake, disorientated he stared around the room filled with strangers, he was unable to move and unsure of what was happening until he looked down and saw Rebekkah as she reluctantly finished her ministrations with a kiss and a gentle squeeze. Grace watched with glowing eyes and then repeated the embrace, although she didn't have the restraint Rebekkah showed and started sucking him noisily. Rebekkah turned back and grabbed Grace by the hair pulling her off Sam and pushed her away, 'no one can take the Chosen's seed now.' She hissed striking the young woman, 'take her and rinse her out make sure she did not swallow any.' She ordered the young men standing guard either side of the frame. Turning an angry glare onto the rest of the young women, 'let this be a reminder to all of you, we are here to give thanks for the Chosen's seed and nothing else, no one is to do what Grace tried, is that understood?' She demanded and without waiting for a reply she turned and went to her chair at the head of the women's table.
Sam watched her walk away, he could still feel her touch on his skin, she was the one who had made him feel welcome and nursed him after the accident. She was the one who made him laugh again. Now she protected him from further potential abuse, could she be a possible ally?
TBC
