More than!! <3hellunboundedJuly 16 2012, 23:30:40 UTC
[Sam doesn't know how long it's been since he was taken by those demonic bastards and forced into their underground slave trade. It could be months or years, though it feels more like the latter. He fought like a wild animal at first, even tried biting one of them to get some demon blood in his system, that's how desperate he was. But after his fifth or sixth owner, the fight started to dwindle. He grew hopeless - if Dean hasn't found him by now, he probably never will. Or maybe, a treacherous thought in the back of his head hissed, he never looked in the first place
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[Dean is halfway crazy... all he's wanted was to find Sam, get him back and make damn sure he's safe. He's getting so damn tired of losing him, of failing him. He keeps promising he'll never get hurt again and then shit like this keeps happening - and worse yet? He can't go in guns blazing like he wants. He has to play the part of a master and buy his own baby brother back... and it just pisses him the hell off
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[Sam can't help but still flinch a bit when a hand reaches out to him and pulls his chin up. But it's not forcefully yanked, like it usually is by the demons who want to inspect their merchandise. If he didn't know better, he'd call it gentle. Like -]
[Every part of him has to keep him front crying out at seeing his brother right here, only a few inches in front of him. Dean. Not a hallucination, real. He starts to shake, though, when he thinks of the other possibility - that Dean's possessed. God, no. He can't even murmer 'Christo' to find out, every goddamn demon in the room would feel it.]
[Sam feels like he's about to collapse, but he forces himself to keep up his masquerade, at least until he finds out if this is Dean or not. He lowers his eyes, like a good slave would. He can't give himself away before the auction, if anything else.]
[Dean gives him the smallest wink, hoping it's reassuring enough, that Sam will get it. That it's him and no one is going to hurt him. He can't get away with much, but he figures he can get away with pushing that even longer hair away from Sam's face under the excuse of inspecting his face closer. He has to step away after though.] Think I'll be back for you soon.
[Sam catches the wink, and oh God, it takes every part of him to keep from saying his brother's name aloud. He presses into Dean's touch as subtly as he can, though, sending the message back. That he knows.]
[Watching him walk away is hard, but he's comforted by knowing that this hell might be over soon. It makes the other demons that sneer and tug his hair and discuss him like he's a piece of meat look less like the impending threat they were at every other auction. Dean'll get him out.]
[Dean has to play it safe and cool. He can't really do anything when the demons around look at Sam like he's nothing or get too rough... even if he really fucking wants to. He forces himself to stay uninvolved until the bidding starts and makes himself go look at a couple other people they're offering. Poor bastards...]
[He's got to get Sam out of here and he'll be damned if any of these demons are getting their hands on him. He bids 20,000 to start -- and he knows that's well under what Sam will probably end up going for, but he'd been told to not go all in right off the bat, don't draw any attention.]
[Sam's used to shutting himself down emotionally during the auction. He learned a long time ago that it's easier than reacting to those demons looking at him like he's a piece of meat, and later learning that he'll be treated as such. Now, he has to shut himself down because if he even looks up once and sees Dean in the crowd, he'll lose it, give Dean away with his desperation. He has to be the obedient slave he's always been.]
[Of course, Dean opens the bid, but the demons aren't far behind. Sam doesn't know where the hell Dean got the money - most of these bastards will pay steep for him, being Lucifer's vessel and all. From what he can figure, most of the demons that dare to see the light of day are from Crowley's army, and would and do pay a large sum just to see both the vessel of the angel who tried to whip them out and a Winchester grovel. The auctioneer doesn't fail to bring that up and use it as a selling point at each and every auction. Sam almost knows the speech by heart now.]
[Dean had no interest in getting into the details of the deals he'd made to get the cash to pull this one off, how he'd gotten in here. All that mattered was getting to Sam, honestly. Not letting any of these bastards touch him. He kept rising his bid, getting a little nervous the more he had to go up.]
[These sick bastards were serious about getting a Winchester, Lucifer's vessel on top of it. It made Sam way too tempting of a bid to pass up.]
[Luckily, there's only so much demons will pay for human flesh - especially since they have their own playground in Hell that they can use for free. The bids start dropping off, one by one, and he can hear the usual grunts from the disappointed ones that he's out of their price range. Sam doesn't even let a small glimmer of hope warm his stomach - he's a Winchester, and he wouldn't be horribly surprised if Dean doesn't manage to buy him. It's just his kind of luck, lately.]
[But, Christ, he doesn't want to be handed back to a demon. He's sick and tired of hell in its every form, and the torture that comes with it. He just wants this to be over, to be back with Dean, and he'll do fucking anything to make sure that happens.]
[Dean was getting nervous as the price kept climbing. They'd made a lot of enemies in their life and all he could think is what these bastards had already put Sam through, what else they could do to him. He just... couldn't let that happen.]
[Thankfully, his bid won out in the end. Way more than even he'd thought, but that didn't matter. There wasn't a limit on what Dean would spend or do to get his brother out of this. Some things never changed.]
[Sam bites back the biggest goddamn sigh of relief when he hears that Dean won. He vaguely hears the auctioneer say that his purchase will be available after payment in Lot 16, as the demon holding his leach tugs on his collar roughly, and walks him off-stage.]
[He can't let himself relax. The game isn't over yet. They have to get out and away from this place first. He's forced his is knees in the middle of the familiar rusting room, his leech attached his a rung in the ground in front of him, kneeling him over with his hands still bound behind his back. There's another demon in the room, who usually gives the costumers the option of branding (Sam has more than a few splayed across his back) for extra cost. Sam stays there, completely still, shutting his eyes, waiting.]
[He couldn't get to Lot 16 fast enough. He just wanted Sam out of here, just wanted to see him again dammit. Anything. Even if there are a lot of damn questions he doesn't look forward to answering... probably won't answer, really.]
[He has to keep playing it cool though. Stepping inside the room, he looks Sam over and declines anymore branding. He just wants to get him out of there, fast as he can.]
Come on. [The words are cold and harsh, punctuated with a rough tug of the leash when it's handed to him. He knows - hopes - Sam will understand though.] Walk.
[Sam does what he's told, trying to ignore the fact that it's Dean speaking and treating him so callously. Sam knows, though, that these demons wont let them pass otherwise. So he bows his head and tries to make himself smaller, like he has for the past several months, as they make their way through.]
[Sam knows the way out, he's just never gotten far enough without the demons grabbing and thrashing him. The only way out of this building is with a master. Which, right now, Dean is.]
[He has to do this... at least until they're far away from this damn place. When Sam doesn't keep up fast enough, he gives the leash a hard tug and an order to move faster. He'll make it up later.]
[It's such a relief when they're out of the building and heading towards the car. He still can't relax though, not until they're inside and away.]
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[Every part of him has to keep him front crying out at seeing his brother right here, only a few inches in front of him. Dean. Not a hallucination, real. He starts to shake, though, when he thinks of the other possibility - that Dean's possessed. God, no. He can't even murmer 'Christo' to find out, every goddamn demon in the room would feel it.]
[Sam feels like he's about to collapse, but he forces himself to keep up his masquerade, at least until he finds out if this is Dean or not. He lowers his eyes, like a good slave would. He can't give himself away before the auction, if anything else.]
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[Just had to wait for them to start the bidding.]
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[Watching him walk away is hard, but he's comforted by knowing that this hell might be over soon. It makes the other demons that sneer and tug his hair and discuss him like he's a piece of meat look less like the impending threat they were at every other auction. Dean'll get him out.]
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[He's got to get Sam out of here and he'll be damned if any of these demons are getting their hands on him. He bids 20,000 to start -- and he knows that's well under what Sam will probably end up going for, but he'd been told to not go all in right off the bat, don't draw any attention.]
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[Of course, Dean opens the bid, but the demons aren't far behind. Sam doesn't know where the hell Dean got the money - most of these bastards will pay steep for him, being Lucifer's vessel and all. From what he can figure, most of the demons that dare to see the light of day are from Crowley's army, and would and do pay a large sum just to see both the vessel of the angel who tried to whip them out and a Winchester grovel. The auctioneer doesn't fail to bring that up and use it as a selling point at each and every auction. Sam almost knows the speech by heart now.]
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[These sick bastards were serious about getting a Winchester, Lucifer's vessel on top of it. It made Sam way too tempting of a bid to pass up.]
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[But, Christ, he doesn't want to be handed back to a demon. He's sick and tired of hell in its every form, and the torture that comes with it. He just wants this to be over, to be back with Dean, and he'll do fucking anything to make sure that happens.]
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[Thankfully, his bid won out in the end. Way more than even he'd thought, but that didn't matter. There wasn't a limit on what Dean would spend or do to get his brother out of this. Some things never changed.]
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[He can't let himself relax. The game isn't over yet. They have to get out and away from this place first. He's forced his is knees in the middle of the familiar rusting room, his leech attached his a rung in the ground in front of him, kneeling him over with his hands still bound behind his back. There's another demon in the room, who usually gives the costumers the option of branding (Sam has more than a few splayed across his back) for extra cost. Sam stays there, completely still, shutting his eyes, waiting.]
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[He has to keep playing it cool though. Stepping inside the room, he looks Sam over and declines anymore branding. He just wants to get him out of there, fast as he can.]
Come on. [The words are cold and harsh, punctuated with a rough tug of the leash when it's handed to him. He knows - hopes - Sam will understand though.] Walk.
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[Sam knows the way out, he's just never gotten far enough without the demons grabbing and thrashing him. The only way out of this building is with a master. Which, right now, Dean is.]
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[It's such a relief when they're out of the building and heading towards the car. He still can't relax though, not until they're inside and away.]
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