(maybe instead of Azazel killing Mary, wolves did and they took Sam with them? Then Dean can decide what he's going to do once he figures things out. Or if he does..)
"Hands and knees," Dean barks, strolling into the 'classroom'. He's the head trainer at this facility, and he has to whip this batch into shape quick, before the auction. The other slaves scramble to follow orders, slightly terrified, and Dean pauses in front of a man with a muzzle. "Heard you had some trouble in prelims. We'll fix that, won't we? Hands and knees. Now."
He wasn't bred in the mills, no. Sam was wild, captured with the rest of his pack and dragged into the nearest facility to be 'educated'. From there they'd determine what sort of slave he'd be. Pleasure slave, gladiator, each option was more horrifying than the last.
So he fought back. Refused to break, refused to even bend.
The collar chafes and the muzzle means he's not eaten in days, but Sam doesn't back down, doesn't move the way the other slaves do. He was a free wolf and by God he wasn't going to go quietly.
The blow drops Sam like a stone, driving the air from his lungs. The wolf falls with a groan, shoulders hunching defensively against another blow he's sure is coming.
Dean crouched down, next to the wolf, dangerous smile gracing his lips. He rested a hand on Sam's chest, pressing him down a little too hard. "When I tell you to do something, you do it. See how that works?"
"Muzzle boy here has decided to volunteer as today's bitch." Dean announced to the class, unwrapping Sam's leash from the bolt in the floor. "Whoever misbehaves, each class, gets to be that lesson's bitch."
Oh they were going to be seeing a lot of each other then. Anger flared brightly behind Sam's eyes as he was shoved down. He was wild-born, he won't submit like the others. He can't.
He wanted to resist, but the tug on his leash presses the silver against his neck, singing his skin. So he follows. Reluctantly.
Dean strode quickly to the front of the class, brisk and ignoring Sam's pain. He should hurry up if he didn't want silver burns. "Today we'll be learning basic commands. You've all been brought to my class to be trained in the pleasure arts."
Of course they are. For a human, he's attractive and it only stands to reason that the humans would choose an attractive trainer to show the other wolves what was expected.
He doesn't want this, doesn't want to be trained like that. Give him over to the fighting rings, but not as a pleasure slave. But Sam had heard the comments when he was captured. 'Pretty wolf' and 'too good for fighting'. While the other wolves listen attentively, he looks down, letting the human say whatever he wanted.
"Some of you are different types of wolves - Omega, Beta, even a few Alphas. Let's get one thing clear: I don't care. You're collared. You're wolves, and that's how it's going to be. So that pack dynamic, territorial bullshit? Don't let me catch you do it."
"Above all, no mating. Whatsoever. Unless you're bought specifically for breeding, you are not to mate." Dean said crisply, tugging on Sam's leash. "Today's bitch is going to demonstrate the proper greeting position. Knees spread, head down. Go as low as you can without letting your forehead touch the floor. Sometimes, your arms may be bound."
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So he fought back. Refused to break, refused to even bend.
The collar chafes and the muzzle means he's not eaten in days, but Sam doesn't back down, doesn't move the way the other slaves do. He was a free wolf and by God he wasn't going to go quietly.
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The slave didn't seem keen on moving. Dean shook his head, moving to turn away - then struck, kicking the man across the chest, hard.
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Goddamn humans.
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"Muzzle boy here has decided to volunteer as today's bitch." Dean announced to the class, unwrapping Sam's leash from the bolt in the floor. "Whoever misbehaves, each class, gets to be that lesson's bitch."
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He wanted to resist, but the tug on his leash presses the silver against his neck, singing his skin. So he follows. Reluctantly.
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He doesn't want this, doesn't want to be trained like that. Give him over to the fighting rings, but not as a pleasure slave. But Sam had heard the comments when he was captured. 'Pretty wolf' and 'too good for fighting'. While the other wolves listen attentively, he looks down, letting the human say whatever he wanted.
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"Above all, no mating. Whatsoever. Unless you're bought specifically for breeding, you are not to mate." Dean said crisply, tugging on Sam's leash. "Today's bitch is going to demonstrate the proper greeting position. Knees spread, head down. Go as low as you can without letting your forehead touch the floor. Sometimes, your arms may be bound."
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