1276. The Slave Auction Meme

[fallen_rosiel]

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7: The Specialist (kinda).

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ooc: Because I had ideas for Lydia and Abi and couldn't decide because I love you so.

[Welp. Staying home is supposed to keep her safe. She's got her rock salt gun and her holy water and knives hidden all over the house. Devils traps too.

Of course, in all of her training, all of their safeguarding, no one was counting on the remnants of a pack in North Dakota tracking Bobby down to get revenge.

Bobby wasn't there, but considering the pretty girl sleeping upstairs alone is in his house when he isn't, she's got to mean something, right? So. Bobby killed their friend/brother/sister/whoever and they take Bobby's...whatever she is. Fair play, correct?

And hey, look, if she's close to Bobby, she must be close to the Winchesters too! Every monster in the surrounding states is clamoring to take something from them. Abi might as well be it.]

Re: 7: The Specialist (kinda).

[wolfy_sam]

[It had taken weeks to find Abi. Nearly a month. A month of Bobby half out of his mind with worry and grief and guilt.

They'd gone public with a break. Dean getting 'drunk' in a few bars, talking about his monster baby brother, how he was going to have to finally kill him. Sam had started running with wolves, with the local packs. Never killing innocents, but working his way up the hierarchy as fast as he could.

It had taken some doing before he finally got himself an invite to an auction.

His heart lurches painfully in his chest when he caught sight of Abi. Sweet, kind Abi who had talked to him through his early shifts. Who kept him company outside of the panic room. He was getting her out. Today.]

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[She hasn't cried. It's the one thing Abi has been clinging to for the past month. She hasn't cried. She ate, because it would keep her alive. They didn't pump her for information. There was no torture. But nonetheless, she refused to speak. So she ate. She slept. She moved when they told her to and stayed alive because if nothing else, Abi knew they were coming for her

[wolfy_sam]

[It's not uncommon for the wolves at the market to remain shifted. Most of them were proud of their wolf and refused to appear human. So Sam remained shifted, breezing through the pack, growling and snarling at anyone who dared offer challenge. He wasn't a Winchester anymore. He was Sam Campbell. A clean break with his past.

It was a lonely existence, but it was the only way to get her back. To get her back to her family. To Bobby.

Something lurches painfully in his chest when she's shoved onto the block, naked but head held high. That's a Singer for you. When the bidding starts, Sam makes his move. Most don't want to bid, knowing it's going to bring down the wrath of some very dangerous men.

So he pads closer, inspecting her. He'll make his bid. Abi is coming home today.]

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[Abi thinks, just for a second, that she knows the rusty brown wolf moving to the front of the crowd. But no. No, there's no way Sam would be able to get in like that. Any rescue she got, she was sure, would be all blazing guns or head bodies stashed in corners because everyone knew Sam and Dean's faces. Their scents. Something like this would be nearly impossible.

So she stomps down hard on the flare of hope in her chest, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath as the bidding starts.

She's got no clue what the few people that are bidding are bidding with. Leprechaun gold? Private islands? A vacation in Madonna's body? It's all completely ridiculous (and she's a little pissed off that she can't get like...Lady Gaga's body or something but that's neither here nor there), but Abi just stands quietly, waiting.]

[wolfy_sam]

[It would be impossible if they hadn't constructed a careful break over the past month. The wolf pads closer, speaking to the other wolves in a harsh, growling sort of exchange. Sam is placing his bid. Half a dozen obscure relics and books that are literally priceless. Castiel and Bobby pulled out every stop to gather a sufficient bid.

Sold.

The auctioneer raps his gavel and shoves Abi towards the pen. She was going to be cleaned up and prepared for the wolf who had just bought her.]

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[They bathe her harshly, until her skin is red and raw. But they don't clothe her. They don't even tell her the name of the man who bought her, not that she asks.

They cuff her so tightly that she thinks she might bleed if she moves the wrong way. She's blindfolded, led barefoot through the building to be handed over to the wolf that bought her out in the back of the building.

She knows she's outside, because the cold wind blows hard on her skin. But she still has no idea where she is and can't see, so running isn't a possibility.]

[wolfy_sam]

[Sam growls warningly at the handlers who linger after she's brought outside. When they back off, he moves in, nosing at her cuffed hand with his muzzle and chuffs. A sound she might remember.

Come on Abi. Figure it out.]

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[There's that flare of hope in her chest again. But she doesn't speak. She doesn't dare let it last, even a little bit, because the disappointment when her blindfold is removed might actually kill her.

Lifting her hand, she curls her fingers into her new owner's fur, gently. She can't see, after all, and she's cuffed so she can't lift the fabric to see. He'll have to lead her if he wants her to go anywhere. Or he'll have to take the blindfold off.]

[wolfy_sam]

[Jackasses. Just shoving her outside with no clothes and a blindfold. Had the situation been different, he would have torn into them with claws and teeth and relished every moment of it. Sam tosses his head and presses in close with another reassuring chuff, trying to shield her from the wind as they walk.

It's not far to the treeline. Once they get out of visual range of the hall, he can shift and work on getting Abi back home to her family.]

[shootsdownstars]

[...Is she being led into the woods? Without shoes, she can feel the ground beneath her feet turning from concrete to gravel to grass and she even jumps a little when a twig snaps beneath her. Of course, she knew she'd been bought by a wolf but...typically, werewolves were also human, which meant...you know, cars?

Unless she's just going to be executed right then. There's a spike of fear and she grips the fur tighter for just a second before forcing herself to relax, not wanting to upset whoever was leading her into the forest.]

[wolfy_sam]

[Sam offers another reassuring chuff. She's got to be scared out of her mind, and he can't exactly stand up and use his teeth to take off the blindfold. That'd probably terrify her even more.

Finally. Outside of the general line of sight and near the stash of clothes he'd hidden in the forest, Sam shifts and draws her down into a crouch, reaching for the bindfold. They're both buck naked in the middle of the forest, but he's never been happier to see her.] Hey Abi. We missed you.

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[Her first reaction is to jerk away. Because this has to be a joke. Right? Someone's trying to lull her into a false sense of security before they kill her.

She falls flat on her butt in the grass, scrambling back, just a little before she forces herself to stop, chest heaving while she processes what's in front of her. It's Sam. A little more muscled, butt naked, but god, Sam.] ...Sam?

[It's soft, broken from nearly a month of not using her voice and she can barely get above a whisper, hiccuping but refusing to move closer just yet. Where are Dean and Bobby?]

[wolfy_sam]

Abi. Hey. It's me. It's Sam. [He keeps his voice low. The wolves are still close enough, they have to keep things quiet. Sam wants to give her some distance, but he edges closer.] Come on. We need to get you outta here. Bobby's half out of his mind, worried about you.

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[He edges closer and Abi tenses. It's been nearly a month since anyway was even remotely kind to her, even if they didn't starve or beat her.

...Get her out of here. Back to her Dad. Right. She nods and stands, but doesn't move any closer.] Okay.

[wolfy_sam]

Come on. I've got some clothes stashed right around here. [A quick scramble in the brush and Sam comes up with a backpack full of clothes. He passes Abi clothes first before hurrying into jeans and a pullover.] Are you okay? Can you travel? It's going to take a day or two to get back to Bobby's.