Title: Tame
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In an effort to keep myself writing (post Nano) I'm going to start up my December Drabble Days this year!  During the month of December I will post 31 drabbles (100 words exactly, because I love a good writing challenge).  So what do I need?  Prompts of course ( Read more... )

Author’s Note: beta’d by the amazing alocine_89 and gypsy_atavari . They both did an amazing job helping me polish this up! Thank you so much!!! And a huge thanks to the Mods at
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Jo faithfully chained him to the bed and although he hated the necessity, three different slave owners came to see if he was being properly chastised for not finding another way around the death of a free vampire. One woman actually had the nerve to demand a chance to see a whipping but Sam told her firmly that punishment was his and his alone. ( Read more... )

“I hear the Rogues are acting up again.”

“Sage lost his entire stock to them two months ago. Woke up in the morning and found his overseer staked to his lashing pole with his head on a pike.”

“The government doesn’t seem to be taking it too seriously.”

Dean walked further away from the conversation until he was against the far wall. It wasn’t that ( Read more... )

He woke slowly the next morning, his body on fire every time he tried to stretch. He hated back injuries with a passion. He just hoped Ford didn’t plan on making him work with the construction crew again. Hell, he thought bitterly, for the enjoyment Ford got last night, he should be able to work on the Impala for a fucking year.

He heard the door ( Read more... )

“Why did you do it?”

All the candles had long gone out and Dean was still lying wide awake, Ford pressed into his side. He didn’t know when his fight became forgiveness but he knew Ford was right. He didn’t need the shackles to stay in the master’s bed any longer.

“Why did I do what?” he asked.

“Why did you leave your brother to die?”

He sat up ( Read more... )

Dinner was with Ford, though the vampire sat in the corner, sipping from a cup. Dean felt self-conscious with the arrangement and even though the food was amazing he had trouble eating it. He needed more information and while he didn’t want to get to know Ford any better, he seemed to be the only one that was going to talk to him.

He looked around ( Read more... )

The slave who released him the next morning didn’t say anything to Dean. Clean clothes were laid out on the bed for him, a tray of food brought in for his breakfast, and then they were gone, ignoring his questions like he wasn’t worth answering.

Fucking slaves.

He cleaned up in the shower, careful of the tender skin around his wrists from sleeping ( Read more... )

He shifted as he looked in the mirror. Old jeans, faded and nearly threadbare, a black tee and a wine colored button up over it. He felt like himself again, felt clean and untainted, his hand scrubbing through his hair that now stood straight up in spikes, no longer covering his face. He looked like himself, but all it took was one glance at the ( Read more... )