Hey everyone. I have absolutely no excuse for not writing for a month. Truth is, I had stopped watching Supernatural all together. But recently, I got back into it. Thank God. I still have to see All Hell Breaks Loose(1), but ive heard its really good. Here's hoping. And yay for Supernatural season 3. Anyways, enough of me babbling. Here's another chapter, and I promise regular updates. Oh, and again, be ready for some 'colorful' scenes and language.

Chapter 10... We Will Dare

1:30 PM

Cripps stepped inside the room, and looked back to Leah, who showed her the thumbs up. She could see Sam and Audric far away on the other side of the hall, fiddling with one of the doors. The room had a cool feel to it, and with each slow step she took towards the envelope, Cripps felt more and more that she wouldn't be able to make it back. A few moments later, she was there. She touched the envelope, it felt sandy and rough, and she pulled it without another thought. It came into her hand, and the small hook fell on the floor from the ceiling. Cripps sighed and turned, but then suddenly, the walls immediately started closing in on her. It was happening too quickly, and there was no way she would be able to run out alive.

But Cripps breathed in, and magically, slipped through the floor. Leah looked shocked and screamed, "Sam! Come here! Basil went through the floor!" The walls of the room had joined together, and now they were basically looking at bricks through a door. Audric shook his head, wondering how someone could have gone to so much trouble to kill them. Sam looked confused, and then suddenly, they heard a voice from below the stairs, "You guys?!! Hello!! I'm in the kitchen!"

Somewhere in the middle of nowhere…

Dean blinked slowly, as he came back to reality. He tried getting up, but noticed he was tied down, and someone had taken his jacket and shirt. He looked around as much as he could. He was in a dark room, and could see a small window near the top, through which little light filtered inside. It must be the basement, he thought.

"Well, looks like someone finally decided to get up," said a voice, somewhere inside the basement. It was the boy, Dean knew it. "What do you want?!" Dean yelled, and he heard footsteps. The boy came into view through the light, and slowly moved towards Dean. He traced his fingers on Dean's chest and said, "You."

Dean closed his eyes and thought, Fuck fuck fuck.

When he opened his eyes, he noticed the boy had dragged himself a chair, and had a pair of pliers in his hand. They were old and rusted, but seemed pretty sharp. The boy took the pliers and put them between the trouser and Dean's leg, and started steadily cutting the trousers upto Dean's privates, where he stopped, grinned and said, "Wouldn't want to damage the goods, now would I?"

Dean gulped silently and said, "Listen, kid…" The boy interrupted him and said, "The name's Ryan." Dean continued, "Ryan, come on, you don't wanna do this. You seem like a smart kid. We could get you into town, some proper clothes; live a normal life, a happy life. Just listen…"

But Ryan smiled and said, "Don't you see, this is my life. Now, city boy lets see what you're made of…" Just as Ryan was about to make another move, Dean quickly said, "Come on Ryan, do you really want to force me into this? I mean, isn't there more pleasure in having someone willing? And come on, you seem like a handsome kid, I'm sure I could do you some favors…"

Ryan raised an eyebrow and said, "Why, I didn't know you swung that way…"

Dean smiled his signature smile and said, "Well Ryan, you thought tying me up on a table and trying to blow me would make me reveal all my secrets?"

Ryan laughed, but then quieted down and said, "How do I know you won't do something, like try to run away?" Dean looked at himself, at his now almost naked body and said, "You're just going to have to trust me on that. I'm Dean, by the way."

After a few minutes of convincing, Ryan plied open Dean's ropes, but still held the pliers in his hand, seemingly as a weapon. Dean sat on the table, and smiled to Ryan.

"Now you keep your end of the promise Dean…" said Ryan, nervously. Dean quickly stood up and caught both sides of Ryan's head and bent him down halfway, a few centimeters from his mouth. Ryan in shock dropped the pliers, but then closed his eyes, when Dean said, "Works every time." He head butted Ryan, who fell lifelessly onto the floor, a trickle of blood streaming down from his forehead.

Dean sighed, looked at his half torn trousers, and turned around, smiling. But his relief was short lived, as he saw an unusually large man wearing overalls and covered in dirt staring at him, standing near the door. He had a large sickle in his hand, which was drenched in blood. "I'm Rufus, nice to meet you." He grinned, and without another word, ran towards Dean.

That's all. Hope you liked it. Please tell me what you think... Thanks a lot for reading.