Author's Note: For you yaoi haters, this chapter is like the least gay out of all of them. You're welcome. Okay so it's a little gay. But not like, super gay. Not nauseatingly gay (if there is such a thing *wink wink*).

Chapter Three: We've Been Expecting You, Mister Winchester


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"Good afternoon, Young Master. Do be patient and hang on a little longer. Now, I assume that you 'hunters' have put the phone on speaker, so listen up. Bring my lord to Bobby Singer's home and I will leave this drunk unharmed."

With that last ultimatum, the line goes dead.

If Ciel wasn't already free from his lethargic state, he certainly is now.

"Goddamn it!" Dean roars, fingers whitening as they clench around the cell phone. "That-"

"Calm down, Dean," Sam barks sternly, hands running nervously through his hair.

"Calm down?! Sam, that son of a bitch got Bobby! How can I calm down?!"

"Hey, it's not like something like this hasn't happened before-"

"Not with an immune demon," Dean shoots back, throwing his hands in the air in exasperation.

"Look, all we have to do is return the kid and everything will be safe-"

Sam is cut off by an obnoxiously loud groan. Looking towards the worse, the brothers and angel find it is Ciel making the loud noise, head rolled back in annoyance.

"Can we get this over with?" he sighs as his head returns upright. "I haven't the time to be lounging about!" His lip curls in disgust. "This place is… repulsive."

"Shut your trap, you little brat," Dean snaps, jabbing a finger towards him. "We call the shots here, not you-"

"You couldn't be farther from the truth," Ciel retorts, wanting to tear his hair out in irritation. He sighs heavily, as if it's a tremendous bother to even attempt communication with such inferior creatures. "You have far more to lose than I do."

"Dude, I'm not the one tied to a chair."

"Allow me to enlighten you, hm? Your companion is in the hands of an ancient demon. You've proven for yourself that you cannot kill me, in fact, with six words I could have you dead(1). You're on a tight schedule. Must I go on?"

Dean's jaw twitches with resentment. He can't deny anything the demon had just stated, no matter how much he wants to.

Sensing his brother's short temper on the verge of snapping, Sam places a comforting hand on Dean's chest. He breaks the stare-off between Dean and Ciel by stepping between the two.

"Hey, cool it, Dean. He's just trying to get into your head."

With one last snarl, Dean stalks away, mumbling, "Damn demons," under his breath. He leaves the room, slamming the door shut.

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Once alone, Dean swears loudly, punching the wall. Trying to think quickly, he takes his cell phone from his pocket(2) and taps a number angrily into the keypad.

He waits impatiently for several moments, tapping his foot and listening to the phone ring.

"Yeah?"

"Hey, Ellen. It's Dean. We kinda got a situation…"

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Both Sam and Cas shoot worried glances at where Dean had just left. They both know his loyalty towards his family and empathy towards children is a stressful mix for him. And that's even without factoring in the pressing matter of the Apocalypse.

Sam sighs, suddenly feeling exhausted. But he knows that the situation requires their utmost attention, especially in the short time they're limited to. So, he shakes himself from his depressing thoughts and turns to Cas to form a plan of action.

"Oi!" A sharp voice cuts in before the two men can exchange even a word. "I insist that we leave as soon as possible," Sam can hear the smirk in the brat's voice. "Sebastian is not a patient man."

"He's not a man at all," Sam mutters to himself.

As reiterated by Ciel's command, Castiel immediately offers an idea. "I can go ahead to Bobby's home and ensure sure that he is in good condition."

Sam shakes his head emphatically, waving off the suggestion. "Sorry, Cas, but we can't do that. If one of us shows up without the kid, then who knows how that demon will react."

Much to Sam's annoyance, Ciel butts into the conversation. Again. "Though that statement may be true, I would rather you not call us 'demons' and me 'kid.' We do have names and I would rather you not lump me into a group that I am obviously not a part of."

Sam raises an eyebrow. "Okay then...?" He decides to follow the universal rule of 'don't piss off the crazy immortal demon' and simply nods.

Leaning forward in his seat, Ciel stares at Sam, as if it will make him understand better. He speaks his next words slowly and articulates clearly, as if Sam has trouble hearing.

"Are you deaf? My name is Earl- Excuse me, Ciel Phantomhive. That 'demon' you referred to earlier is Sebastian Michaelis."

"...Well, now that we're all introduced... Let's go." Shaking himself from his stupor, the youngest Winchester nods at the angel. "Cas, if you would."

"Of course," Castiel answers grimly, already starting towards the captive demon.

Ciel begins to struggle against his bonds, tugging at the restraints with renewed vigor movements. "I know you know that anything you do me is useless. So I would rather you refrain from touching me!"

The young demon squirms away from the forefinger Castiel moves to place on his forehead. His resistance turns out to be futile and the instant the angel touches him, the world goes black.

"Get Dean," he hears right before it all drifts into nothingness.

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When Ciel comes around everything is dark, a red haze from an unknown source being his only light. He can't see a thing, really, only able to feel that he's in a small, confined space. He also observes that he's jolting around, bouncing even higher from his lying position every so often. The latest movement manages to knock his head against the wall above him. The itchy material surrounding the walls does little to buffer the blow and he is left with a throbbing headache. But it's as if a switched had been flipped, because he suddenly realizes that he's in a trunk of a car.

The red haze is sunshine shining through the tail lights. The jostling is the vehicle speeding across a dirt road, unfortunately littered with potholes if his bouncing and pounding head is anything to go by. The scratchy fabric lining the walls is carpet lining the inside of the trunk.

Deducing the rest with ease, Ciel pounds on the trunk's walls with tightly balled fists.

"Let me out! I refuse to be transported in the trunk of a car! Again! It's hot and small and the carpet is burning my skin- ow!" A sudden jolt causes Ciel to bounce around again, but he doesn't falter his complaints. "And for the love of the Queen, slow down!"

Unfortunately, his poundings and yelling are soon drowned out by a blast of music suddenly flaring up.

"Will you turn off that beastly music?! Led Zeppelin needs to belt up!"

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They had planned on using the element of surprise to rescue Bobby. Key word: planned.

Apparently Dean saw that as more of a suggestion rather than instruction, because as they approached Bobby's house, he broke down the front door with a solid kick of his heel. How he managed to stay balanced with a bound and gagged child-demon being dragged behind him is a mystery to Sam.

Nonetheless, the youngest Winchester follows his brother's lead. Storming into Bobby's cluttered home right behind Dean and Cas, he goes for the intimidation factor.

"We're here, ya bastard!" Dean hollers, his voice booming through the house as they carefully pick their way through the home, avoiding the towering piles of books and other trinkets.

When they're all crowded into the messy living room, the group of three men is caught off guard. The demon, Sebastian, is threateningly hovering over Bobby, a hand on the back of his wheelchair and a dagger in the other; it's rather redundant considering Bobby is gagged and bound in a similar fashion Ciel is.

That isn't what threw them off; rather, they had been expecting some muscular, middle-aged man, the appearance that most demons have. But instead they're met with completely the opposite. The demon, Sebastian, is young, in his mid-twenties, if Dean had to take a guess. He is also thin, unhealthily so, judging from the rather narrow waist to the shadows in his cheeks. Yet he somehow still has muscles, only hinted by his attire.

A cross necklace hangs over his chest, swaying with the demon's breathing. It confuses the hunters more than anything- after all, such a thing should hurt to wear- but it seems to not even begin to affect the man.

His cheekbones are high and prominent, his jaw strong, and Sam thinks he actually looks a bit like Ciel, if Ciel were older and had darker hair. Maybe their vessels are father and son? That would be fucked up.

Sharp red eyes seem to pierce into their souls, as if they're merely pigs being inspected before slaughter. It hits the hunters then that this is the man who was with Ciel at the mall, and probably the one who caused the EMF to react so strongly.

An obnoxious groan cuts the silence.

Of course it's Ciel, trying to move against the duct tape covering his mouth and locking his wrists behind his back. The young demon raises his eyebrows and shrugs his shoulders as if to remind them of the urgency of the situation. Snapping back to keep a watchful eye on the opposing demon and hostage, the three resume their defensive stances.

"I trust my master was not hurt," Sebastian intones, tapping the tip of his dagger on the bill of Bobby's cap threateningly.

"He's in one piece as we agreed," Sam answers quickly before his brother can spit out some sarcastic retort.

"Well, he is certainly missing more than a few pieces," the butler says with a smirk, chuckling as the pair of demons share a beat of creepily fond eye contact. "But, those were not inflicted by you, so I will agree that your work was sufficient."

"Look, we brought your... young master. Now keep your end of the bargain and let Bobby go."

"Very well then," he sighs, making a show of tossing the dagger onto the cluttered desk behind him before clapping his hands together. "I will take Ciel and we will be on our way."

Dean shakes his head firmly and pushes Ciel behind him, anger and suspicion apparent in his voice. "Oh no, we're not falling for any of your demon trick crap. You're coming over here to get your little boy toy."

Sebastian sighs in disgust and exasperation, and, as if having had an epiphany, his expression blanks out entirely, and he says, no, orders:

"Take the duct tape off of his mouth, please."

Sam sneers. "No way!"

"The duct tape. Demons have more weapons than merely knives, child, and I'm certainly not afraid to use them."

The tape is unceremoniously ripped from Ciel's face.

"My lord," Sebastian begins, as if reading from a script.(3) "A guest has come to call. Shall I set tea in the drawing room?"

"Of course, Sebastian," Ciel says in the same tone. "Treat them to the Phantomhive hospitality."

This seems to satisfy the butler, because while Sam and Dean are busy exchanging glances of 'what-the-fuck', he cuts Bobby's bonds away, still keeping an eye on the man, who doesn't dare move.

"Now that I've been assured that my young master is in fact my young master, I should like him back, please."

A foot away, he holds out a hand.

It happens fast, over as soon as it begins.

Sam lunges forward as Dean and Cas create a blockade with their bodies, surrounding Sebastian and shielding Ciel. It's all the time Sam needs to come from behind and plunge Ruby's knife into the demon's chest, the blade breaking apart ribs and sliding into a lung. Red electricity crackles through Sebastian's body like lightning, energy igniting his veins.

Even as he drops to his knees, the butler releases one last strangled breath and shoots a final apologetic look at his young master.

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(1) I kind of just assumed that the words were: "This is an order, kill them." Or something to that effect. Y'know, just six words that could have the hunters dead. Use your imagination.

(2) It's super funny to me that they have flip phones. I understand why, obviously (i.e. early 2000s, they need burner phones, etc.) But still. HIlarious.

(3) It's a headcanon of mine that Ciel and Sebastian have like a password for when Ciel gets kidnapped and they're making sure that they're not imposters. I guess that they wouldn't need to use it anymore since they're both demons, but still. The thought of them having code phrases makes me happy.