Dean groaned and opened his eyes, and in a moment of panic he thought maybe he was blind. Calm down Dean, he thought to himself. He moved his hands to rub his eyes, but found that they were attached to the floor. He stopped moving and took in his current situation. He remembered convincing the werewolves to let Sam go, and then nothing. They must have knocked him out. He felt the metal bands encircling his neck and wrists; they didn't have any locks that he could feel; so much for picking the locks and losing the chains. Out of options for the time, Dean tried to get more comfortable to wait until he had a chance to escape.
Dean could tell by the bouncing and jostling that they were moving, and judging by the cold surface beneath him and the low ceiling, they were in a truck. He felt around with his hands as far as they would reach, which wasn't far, and found the ring that the chains were attached to. Dean could feel the chain attached to his neck pull when he shifted. That's going to get annoying, he thought resignedly.
Sam saw the Impala and sighed with relief. Finally, he thought to himself. He climbed in and drove to their motel. As he was driving he reached into the glove box for the phone they kept there in case of emergency. He quickly dialed Bobby's number and waited anxiously for him to pick up.
"This better be good, it's 2 in the damn morning," a very irate Bobby grumbled.
"Bobby, they've got Dean, I need your help. We've got to get him back" Sam said in a rush. At that, Bobby woke up fully.
"What do you mean they got him? Who got him? Slow down son, start from the beginning."
"Werewolves. They found us while we were on a hunt. They captured me and Dean tracked them down. He convinced them to let me go. He bartered himself for my freedom" Bobby shook his head in confusion.
"Convinced them to let you go? Why would they care? What do they want with Dean? What did he have to offer?"
Bobby's rapid fire questions reminded Sam that they hadn't told Bobby about Dean's new ability. Shit. There was no going back now.
"Sam?" Bobby asked expectantly. Sam took a deep breath; Dean was going to kill him. "Explain," Bobby ordered.
"It started a couple months ago. We were on a hunt and I—I made a mistake, got myself hurt."
"You boys are always getting hurt, it comes with the territory," Bobby said, still not understanding, "What was different about this time?"
"This time it was serious, he didn't think that I would make it to the hospital. I was dying, Bobby. Just as I was about to black out, Dean put his hands over the wound and I remember feeling warm, then nothing. I woke up later and Dean was next to me, unconscious. I was completely healed, not a scratch left on me." Bobby was silent for a while.
"You were going to tell me this when?" Bobby roared.
Dean felt the truck lurch to a stop. He heard the doors open and close and footsteps walking away. A little while later he heard the footsteps return.
"Chase, pull the truck around to the room," he recognized Sky's voice. The truck started moving again, and when it came to a stop someone came around and opened the tailgate. Dean blinked at the bright sunlight, having become accustomed to the dark of his small prison.
"Not a sound," Sky ordered. Dean glared at him defiantly. "I can always send my children out to find Sam again," he threatened. Dean hesitated a moment before relaxing and nodding to Sky. "Good boy," Sky said, patronizingly. Dean looked past Sky and could see that the truck was backed up close to a building, what looked like a motel. The door to the room swung open as Chase climbed into the truck and began unhooking the chains. When he finished, he started sliding out of the truck pulling the chains, and Dean, along with him. He stopped just as he was about to pull Dean out of the truck.
"It's clear," Dean heard a female voice say.
"Move quickly into the room, don't make a scene," Sky ordered. Dean scoffed.
"Why on earth would I cooperate with you?"
"I told you, I'll--," Sky started.
"Sam's a hunter, he's been trained his whole life, he'll be able to hide from you," Dean said more confidently now. He looked at his captor and he could see the fury in Sky's eyes.
Then Chase pulled on the chain and Dean shot out of the truck, almost falling to the ground as he was unprepared for the move. He was quickly pushed into the room and the door was closed behind him.
