Dean groaned and rolled over, burying his face into the silk pillow. What the-? He cracked his eyes open, trying to ignore the dull throb on the back of his head.
He was lying on a huge mahogany four-poster bed, swagged with piles of maroon silk and brocade. The room was softly lit and decorated in a similar rich theme. But something was off, Dean couldn't figure it out. Then again, he just woke up in a woman's room after being knocked out.
Dean bolted upright. Sam! And fell back down as his head swam. Damn, that's...urgh. But now he was worried. Why did they attack me? Where am i? Where is Sam? Is he okay? Dean couldn't help the last thought, when are the women coming back? He chuckled while he massaged his head. Considering he wasn't tied to a chair, Dean didn't think they wanted to kill him. This thought increased his confusion. He slowly sat up, wincing as his pulse pounded through his head. He swung his feet off the bed, finding his boots neatly beside the bed.
"Hmm, nice service." Dean pulled them on and jumped down to the floor, realizing what was so off in the room. The only personal effects of the room were his own. He found his coat folded neatly on a low hard-backed chair. "Alright, ready to roll."
But before he could move, there was a gentle knock on the door. Dean tensed, ready to defend himself again. The Madam entered the room quietly.
"Hello. Good to see that you are awake." She smiled, showing her talent, "We weren't properly introduced in all the mess last night. I am Sonia, I run this house." She came forward and held out a hand.
"Uhh...I'm Dean," He shook her hand, "Thanks for the bump, it was just what I needed to complete my day."
"I am sorry about that." She looked confused at his greeting, "How is it? Would you like some ice? Painkillers?"
"Nah, I'll be manly." He winked. He was beginning to notice why she was head of household. She carried herself with grace, dignity, and a sex appeal that you couldn't learn in high school. Good combination, thought Dean. Aloud, he said, "Sorry to pass out and leave, but I have to find my brother, so excuse me." He brushed past her, trying to stay focused.
She put a hand on his chest, staying him, "I'm afraid that's no use. He's gone, no getting him back." She looked up, unshed tears glistening in her luminous eyes.
"What do you mean, "no getting him back'?" Dean turned slowly, anger and dread mixing into a roiling pit in his stomach.
She looked incredibly sad, pity showing in her features. "They take them, anyone who is outside, that is why we stopped you."
"Who?" He grabbed her shoulders, "Who took Sam?"
She didn't move to defend herself. "The Hunt."
Dean stopped, realizing what was going on. The Hunt. His thoughts flew to Sam's research. The Wild Hunt. "SonofaBitch!"
"Come...come to the kitchen." She gently guided Dean to the door, pulling it open, "we shall discuss this and have some coffee."
"Uh, you mean actual coffee, right?"