Bela got out of the car and went over the passenger side. She opened up the door and helped Sam out.
"Here's your money," Luke said and handed her a briefcase.
Sam was still not really able to move of his own accord, but his mind was starting to wake up. Bela was selling him. "Who are you?" he asked.
Luke nodded to two men. "Put him on board," he instructed, indicating the nearby plane.
"Who are you?" Sam asked again.
The two men came up on either side of him and propelled him towards the plane. "What's going on?" Sam asked. Nobody answered him.
Bela got back in her car and left while the going was good.
Once in the plane, Sam's handcuffs were removed. He was told to lay down on a table. The drug was finally wearing off, so he decided to make a break for it. He was quickly pulled back and forcefully pushed back onto the table. Metal shackles attached to the table were placed around his wrists, ankles, and neck. Leather straps were drawn up over his chest, waist and knees. When they were done, Sam found he couldn't move an inch.
"Who are you?" he asked again.
He wasn't answered, but a thick glass case came down from the ceiling of the plane and locked over the table. He could no longer hear anything and realized it was soundproof.
The two guards went down to the tarmac. "He's all set, sir. We can take off when you're ready."
"I'm ready," Luke said and boarded the plane. He sat in his seat and opened his newspaper and didn't even spare a glance at his new acquisition.
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Dean walked into the manager's office. "Have you seen my brother?" he asked.
"Tall guy? Scraggly hair?"
"That's him," Dean confirmed.
"Yeah, he left about an hour ago with a young woman," the manager answered.
"What did she look like?" Dean asked, knowing better than to hope that Sam had somehow found a girl to hook up with from their motel room.
"Early twenties, shoulder-length brown hair, driving a Ferrari."
"Thanks," Dean said, recognizing Bela from the man's description. He wondered if this was payback for the foot or something else.
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The plane landed on Luke's 250-acres Colorado property. There was a van waiting nearby. "Well, let's see what we have here," Luke said, taking notice of Sam for the first time. He pushed a button and the glass wall lifted back up to the ceiling.
"Who are you? What do you want?" Sam asked.
"Help me with the table," Luke said to his two guards, ignoring Sam.
"Tell me who you are!" Sam yelled, getting very frustrated. He had no idea who this man was or what he wanted with him.
Nobody answered him, but the guards bent over and unsnapped the table from the plane. They then leaned it over on two wheels like a dolly. They wheeled it out of the plane and onto the van.
"So, what is this?" one of the guards asked.
"It's the anti-Christ," Luke answered.
"What? No, I'm not," Sam said.
"Really? That's pretty impressive," the guard said.
The van came to a stop and they wheeled Sam out. They walked by a cage that said FOOD SUPPLY. In it were men, women and children of varying ages. Some were yelling for help. Sam expected to be dumped in with them, but was pushed along a path until they came to a sign that said ZOO.
He was pushed past the sign and he saw a bunch of glass cages. There was something different about the glass, but he wasn't sure what. He saw a wendigo in the first one. The next one contained what looked to be a ghost. Why didn't she just zap out? Sam wondered. Sam realized that it was indeed a ghost when he noted that the cages all had brass plaques on them. The next one seemed to contain an ordinary woman, but was labeled werewolf. The next cage appeared to be empty, but it was labeled raskhasa, and Sam figured that maybe there was one in there, but it was choosing to be invisible. They passed many more cages with many more creatures, some that Sam recognized. Others he didn't.
The next cage, he not only recognized what the creature was, he recognized that particular creature. "Lenore," he said. She didn't appear to hear him, and Sam figured that like the plane, this glass was soundproof also.
They rounded a corner and finally came to an empty cage. It said ANTI-CHRIST. "I take it this is my new home?" Sam asked sarcastically.
The door was opened and Sam was wheeled in. A needle was jabbed into his arm. He fell asleep immediately. The guards released him from his bonds while he couldn't escape, and left, locking him in.
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Dean tracked Bela down to a nearby ritzy hotel. She hadn't been smart enough not to go home, but too stupid to cover her credit card trail. Dean burst into her room, gun drawn. "What did you do with Sam?" he asked, his voice low.
"You destroyed the foot, so I needed something else to sell," Bela asked, eyeing the gun warily, but not letting Dean see her apprehension.
"Sam is not a something for you to sell. Get him back," Dean ordered.
"I'm afraid I can't. The buyer is very powerful and once he owns something, it's his forever," Bela said, remembering the fear she felt every time she encountered Luke.
"Who is this buyer?" Dean asked.
"I can't tell you that," Bela said, knowing that if Luke found out that she had betrayed him, she was as good as dead.
"If you don't tell me right now, I will kill you," Dean promised.
"You're not a cold-blooded killer, Dean," Bela said, confident in her appraisal of him.
"I am when it comes to my brother," he countered.
Bela looked in his eyes and realized she had misread him. Whereas he wouldn't kill someone in cold blood, he would do anything and everything to protect Sam. She was dead either way, so she decided she may as well go with the threat that was not there at the moment. Besides Dean was good. He might manage to kill Luke which would eliminate the threat to her.
"His name is Luke Rittenhouse. He has a large estate in Colorado. I'm pretty sure that's where he's taken Sam."
"You'd better be telling the truth. If not, or if anything has happened to him, I'll come back and kill you myself."