Supernatural is owned by the CW network. I do not own their characters, only the ones I create. This is a gay story, involving sex between men, if you are underage, you know the rules.
P.S. This is my first crack at Supernatural, I hope you enjoy, please let me know what you think..
I have other stories if your interested...Heir of the Amazon, Alexander the Newest of the X-men, The Batman, Titans, The Charmed Sons, and Lucian the Vampire Slayer...Feel free to check them out, and let me know how you like them.
P.S. Let me know what you think, and if you want me to keep going with this story.
Chapter 4- Omens and Demons and a Kiss, Oh My!
Previously on Supernatural Boys-
Something was happening to me at that moment; it was like I was being taken over by something really powerful. I started gasping for air, my body convulsing uncontrollably. Dean swerved, and then pulled the car off the road. They both turned to look at me.
"And it is written, that the first seal shall be broken, when a righteous man sheds blood in hell, as he breaks, so shall it break!" my mouth was moving, but the voice was not mine. It was like a demon voice, and it was taking me over. I started to black out.
"BRODY! BRODY!" Dean shouted. It was the last thing I heard.
Now on Supernatural Boys-
I awoke in side a room I didn't recognize, to find Sam sitting on one side of me, and Dean on the other. I had no idea how I had gotten there, or what was going on.
"What happened? How did we get here?" I asked confused.
"What's the last thing you remember Brody?" Sam asked.
"I...um...I was singing in the car, then I was arguing with Dean...Then something happened...and now we're here. What happened?" I asked.
"You don't remember saying anything strange?" Sam asked.
"No, I don't know. What did I say?" I asked.
"And it is written, that the first seal shall be broken, when a righteous man sheds blood in hell, as he breaks, so shall it break!" Sam said.
"What the hell does that mean?" I asked confused.
"We were hoping you would know!" Dean finally spoke, relief on his face. This gave me a twinge of pleasure, thinking that he was worried about me.
"I have no idea what that means. I said that? I mean, I really don't remember saying that. Either way, why don't I remember getting here?" my mind began working over time, trying to remember what happened.
"While Dean and you were arguing, you started to convulse, your eyes turned white. Then you began to speak, only it wasn't your voice, it was deeper, scarier, demonic. Then you gasped for air, and went unconscious. Then we brought you here." Sam explained.
I sat there looking, from Sam, to Dean, not knowing what to think. Dean, looked to be deep in thought, I could see the panic in his eyes. Sam looked plain scared for me, looking at me like I was going to break, from the shock of what he just told me. Dean must have seen the fear in my eyes.
"There ain't no problem you can't fix, with sex, drugs, and rock and roll!" Dean said sarcastically, trying to lighten the mood.
"What's happening to me? Ever since the two of you came into my life, the craziest things are happening to me!" the words came out, before I had a chance to think of what I was saying.
I spoke out of sheer panic, and not because I meant it. I could see the hurt in their eyes, and I had never felt worse.
"Brody, you don't mean that." Sam said.
"We've been good to you, and that's how you thank us?" Dean asked angrily, as he got up and walked out of the room slamming the door.
"Dean! Wait, I didn't mean it. Sam, you have to believe me, I didn't mean it. I wasn't thinking straight, I'm just scared." I said, tears forming in my eyes.
"I know Brody, I know. Dean knows it to; he's just scared for you, for all of us. Things are happening to all of us, and we haven't got a clue, as to what it is." Sam tried to reassure me.
"He's right though, you guys have been helping me, with no reason to be helping me. And I can't even be grateful, properly." I pouted.
He grabbed me into a tight hug; I pulled him in even tighter. I could hear his heart racing, I looked up into his eyes, and he held my gaze, giving me a beautiful smile, which made my heart flutter.
"Sam I..." I started to say something, but then all of the sudden he kissed me. My eyes opened wide, shock was not enough of a word to describe what I was feeling. I pulled back from him, speechless.
"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to, I don't know what came over me." Sam tried to explain.
"No...um...its fine, these things happen, right. Don't worry about it, so um, did you guys call Bobby? Maybe he knows what that phrase means?" I asked, looking to change the subject.
"Um...yeah, we called him. He has no idea what it means, but he's going to look into it as well. I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself, but I don't want any weirdness between us. I really care a lot about you, Brody." Sam said, not as willing to let it go.
"There is absolutely no weirdness between us, I promise. It was my first kiss, however unexpected it was. But like you said, you were just caught up in the moment." I said, trying to convince him.
"I was caught up in the moment, but I wanted..." Sam started, but was interrupted by Dean walking back in the door. Saved by the bell, I really didn't want to be having that conversation. Not that I wasn't attracted to Sam, because I am. I just don't understand what I'm feeling; I know Dean infuriates me, while Sam comforts me. But I just don't know which one I want, and I'm not ready to decide.
"Dean!" I said excitedly.
"I forgot my keys!" he said walking over to the night stand, and grabbing his keys. I jumped off the bed, and stood in front of him. He stared into my eyes, his anger had not disappeared.
"Dean, I'm so sorry, please, I truly didn't mean it. I was scared, I am scared, but that doesn't give me the right to put blame where it doesn't belong. I just hate all of this, hate not knowing what's happening, what's going to happen. I fear for all of us, not just myself. Please, I need you, I need both of you, and I think you guys need me to. Forgive me, please!" I begged.
He let out a huge sigh, his eyes never leaving mine.
"It's not you Brody; you don't have to apologize to me. I know you didn't mean it, I should say sorry to you; I'm acting like an ass. Actually I'm acting like a little girl, or like Sam or you. You two are the emotional ones; I just take a page out of your book." Dean said smiling my favorite cocky smile.
"That's what you call an apology?" I asked.
"Take what you can get Brody, it doesn't happen often!" Sam said.
"Then I guess I'll take it, as long as we're all good. I don't ever want to fight with the two of you; it's not worth the stress. I know we need to stick together, we'll be stronger together. Whatever is coming for us, it's coming for all three of us, united we stand, divided we fall. I don't know about the two of you, but I don't want anything to happen to you guys. For that matter, I won't let anything happen to the two of you." I said passionately.
"Sounds like you care, how touching!" Dean mocked me.
"I do care, as hard as you seem to want to make that Dean, I really do care. Suddenly it seems, you're the only two I've got, so excuse me if I don't want to lose either of you!" I said angrily, turning away from him. He put his hand on my shoulder, and turned me around.
"Brody, I tend to joke when it comes to all this touchy, feely stuff. If you haven't already noticed, don't take it personally." Dean said, smiling at me. Whether he wanted it or not, I grabbed a hold of him, and hugged him tight. Much to my surprise, he hugged me back.
"Alright, enough of that. We'll most of the day is gone, so we'd might as well stay here tonight, and head out in the morning. Why don't we go and get something to eat, because I'm starved." Dean suggested.
An abandon house in New Mexico-
As the final Hunter came walking in the door, Parker Stevens called the meeting to order.
"I know Hunter's are not used to working together, but that is about to change. We are about to face our darkest hour, everything we've been fighting for, everything we've been fighting against, will be for nothing, if we don't stop the Winchester's." Parker began, while the crowd of Hunters broke into whispers, shock coming over them all.
"What are you talking about? The Winchester Boys are Hunters like the rest of us. Why would we go after them, they've gotten rid of more Demons then all of us combined?" a man shouted angrily.
"Because, they are about to bring about the Apocalypse!" Parker answered.
"What are you talking about?" a woman asked.
"Yeah, that doesn't make any sense. I know the Winchester's, Hunting is their life, and their family line has always been Hunters. They're good people!" a man said.
"Why should we trust you? Most of us, don't even know you!" another man asked.
"No you don't know me, but you know my father. You've all worked with him, one time or another. He'd been working on figuring out a message, 'And it is written, that the first seal shall be broken, when a righteous man sheds blood in hell, as he breaks, so shall it break'. The Demon's figured out what he was up to, and killed him. The Demon behind the message was none other than Lilith herself.
Yes, my father is dead, because he discovered the meaning of the message, and that the Winchester's are what the message was all about.
Lilith plans to use them, to bring about the Apocalypse. A war is coming, a war none of us will survive, unless we stop Lilith while we can. The only way to do that is to destroy the Winchester's." Parker explained.
"Why can't we just tell the Winchester's, what's going on, and work together to stop her?" a woman asked.
"Because it's too late, Dean Winchester made a deal to save Sam. Dean made a deal with the crossroads Demon; he forfeited his life, to bring Sam back to life. There is no escaping that; there is no way to save him. Dean will die, leaving Sam and another boy open to Lilith." he answered.
"What other boy?" the woman asked.
"His name is Brody, and the Winchester's are protecting him. They're protecting a boy with more Demon blood in him, then human. Yes, you heard me right; Brody is everything we're fighting against. But that's not all, it gets even worse, Sam has been feeding on the blood of Demons. Yes, it is true; the both of them are children of Azazel.
They have Demon powers, and play the biggest parts in Lilith's plan.
When my father found out Lilith was behind this, he discovered that Lilith isn't the one in charge, she is following orders. He was just about to tell me who she was working for, when they killed him. I heard his screams through the phone, as the gutted him, and tortured him to death.
His last words to me where, to kill the Winchester's and Brody before they are used to unleash hell on earth.
You all swore an oath to protect this world, and the innocent people on it the day you became Hunters.
Now I ask you, will you help me in this quest to stop the Apocalypse? Will you help me to stop the Winchester's from destroying this world?
Dean will do anything to protect the two boys; he will kill anyone of us. He's already proven that by showing us that he's willing to make a deal with Demons to save his family. The same way his father before him, made a deal with Azazel to save Dean. It's in their blood; there is no limit to what they'll do. It's up to us, true Hunters, who live by the code of Hunters, to stop them, and in doing so, stop the Demons from unleashing hell on earth.
Are you with me?" He shouted. The whole room of Hunters, couldn't deny what he said, couldn't believe their ears. Demon blood, Demon powers, making deals with Demons. They couldn't deny that they took an oath to protect the world from Demons, and that meant protecting the world by killing the Winchesters.
They all began to shout "yes", a war was coming, and they were going to do everything to stop it.
"Soon Winchester, I'll have my revenge!" Parker spoke under his breath.
The Ground Round Bar and Grill-
We just finished eating, when suddenly a woman came running in screaming.
"They found Jeremy! They found our son! He's dead, while you were here getting drunk, our son was brutally beaten. His heart ripped out of his chest!" She screamed hitting the drunken man at the bar.
Two other men grabbed her off of him, and held her till she began crying, falling down to her knees.
"Brutally beaten! Heart ripped out! Sounds like we've got Supernatural problems." Sam said.
"How do you guys do it? How do you hearing things like that, see things like that, and not go crazy, with disgust, and anger?" I asked.
"Kid, it does disgust it, it makes us sick to our stomachs, and damn straight we're angry. That's why we do what we do; we kill these monsters, trying our best to save as many families as possible along the way. That's what keeps us going, knowing that we take out as many as these bastards as possible." Dean tried to calm me.
"Then what are we waiting for, let's get this son of a bitch!" I said angrily.
"Wait a second kid! There is no we about this, there is only us. You're going to stay at the hotel room, while we check this out!" Dean ordered.
"What? Why? How am I going to learn anything, if you don't teach me?" I demanded.
"We will teach you, but not till we've dealt with our other problems. We're not going to risk your life in the mean time, so don't ever try to argue." Dean slammed his hand on the table.
"So what, now you think it's safe for me to be alone in the room? Wouldn't I be safer with you?" I tried to manipulate him.
"He's got a point Dean! We can just keep him in the car, when things get weird." Sam said, winking at me.
"Fine, but if anything happens to him, I'm holding you personally responsible!" Dean snapped at Sam.
"What do we do first?" I asked excitedly.
"First we need to talk to that lady, before she leaves." Sam said, getting up. The lady was being escorted out of the bar, and we headed out after her.
"Alice, maybe you should go home, get some rest." one of the men spoke softly to her.
"Just let go of me! I've done what I came to do, I'm leaving now." Alice said.
"If you need anything at all, just say the word." the man said.
"Right!" Alice said, walking away.
The two men turned around and walked back in, as Alice began walking away from the bar. I followed as Dean, and Sam went after her.
"Excuse me, we couldn't help but overhear what you said inside the bar. Would you mind telling us what happened?" Dean asked.
"Just who the hell are you, and why should I tell you anything?" Alice asked angrily.
"I'm sorry, I'm with the FBI, and just thought there might be something I could do." Dean said, pulling a badge out of his pocket and quickly showing it to her. I would need to remember to ask about that later.
"Oh, FBI! It's my son, he was viciously murdered. About a week ago, we were at Palmer Park, having a picnic. Jeremy...that's my son, he was playing catch with my husband...the bastard you saw inside the bar. We'll my husband threw the ball, and it went high over Jeremy's head, into some bushes. Jeremy went to go get, while my husband had himself another beer; I turned my head one second, and the next I heard Jeremy screaming, and a loud growl, unlike anything I've ever heard before. I ran to find Jeremy, my too drunk husband stumbling behind, when I got behind the bushes, Jeremy was gone!" she began sobbing.
"I'm sorry to make you relive this, but any information you have can be very helpful. What happened next?" Dean pressed.
"I searched the park all over, looking and looking. I called the police, the took my statement, and the whole town began looking for Jeremy. Come to find out, Jeremy wasn't the first kid to be taken like this, then today the police came knocking on my door...they escorted me to the town morgue, where they had me identify the body. It was so horrible, he had bruises and cuts everywhere, but that wasn't the worst of it, his...his...oh God, his heart was ripped out of his chest!" she sobbed uncontrollably, I walked up to her, and hugged her. She grabbed tightly onto me, and began crying onto my chest.
"I'm so sorry Mama, I'm so very sorry." I spoke softly to her.
"Can we take you home?" Sam asked.
She nodded and we headed back to the car, and took her home.
"Please, please find the bastard that did this to my son!" She said, turning around and walking to her front door.
"We'll find him, I promise!" Dean promised.
We headed back to the hotel, without another word spoken between us. Sam headed straight to his laptop typing away.
"So do you always play FBI agents?" I asked, breaking the silence.
"Sometimes FBI, sometimes Cops, anything that helps us get in, where normal people can't. All part of the fabulous world, of hunting!" Dean said, smiling my favorite smile.
"I'm impressed, so what's the next step?" I asked.
"Okay, listen to this. Alice was right; Jeremy wasn't the first kid to be taken. There have been 11 kids taken, each having their hearts ripped out. But there is more, it would seem this isn't the first time something like this has happened.
Ten years ago, the same thing happened. 13 kids, kidnapped, beaten and bruised, found with their hearts ripped out. Every ten years this thing seems to happen." Sam explained everything he learned.
"Do the victims have anything in common?" I asked.
"Good question. As far as I can tell, no. They're all between the ages of 13 and 21, different ethnic backgrounds, some wealthy, some poor. I'd need to look into their files, to find anything else out. The only thing in common, is that they were always boys." Sam further explained.
"Maybe they all have the same blood types, or something?" I said, trying to think outside the box, for me anyway.
"Wow, this kid could be a natural, at being a Hunter." Dean said happily.
"That's a really good question Brody, I'm impressed. That's a possibility, but once again, I would need to see the medical files." Sam said.
"Then it's time we paid a visit, to the local 5-O!" Dean said, as he changed into a black suit. I stood there staring at him, once again being able to see his amazing chest. I wanted so much to run my hands up and down his chest. To lick...oh crap he made eye contact, and I was ogling at him.
"Oh...yeah...um, I don't have anything to wear!" I stammered nervously, as he smiled my favorite smile.
"Kid, you can't go, and before you give me a hard time about it, let me explain. I need to make some fake I.D's for you first, and that will take some time. Time we don't have right now, but I promise you I will make you some." he explained, while I looked at him, annoyed.
"Fine! Whatever! I'll just sit here, twiddling my fingers, while you both are out risking your lives!" I said heatedly. He walked over to me, wearing only his pants. He raised his muscular arms, and rested his hands on my shoulders. I was looking down at his chest, unable to look up into his eyes. He raised my head with his hand, and forced me to look into his beautiful face.
"Yes, I want you safe, but I swear to you, I'm not trying to stop you from helping us. We really don't have time to make you a fake I.D, that's all there is to it. Let's go Sammy!" Dean said, letting go of me and putting his shirt on.
"Isn't there anything that I can do?" I begged.
"Dean, we can't just leave him here, no offense Brody!" Sam said.
"None taken!" I said hoping Dean would agree.
"Alright, to make both of you happy, I'll do something totally out of character for me, just to show you Brody that I do want you around...I'm going to let you drive my baby! You'll just drive us there, stay in the car, and wait for us. Deal?" I couldn't believe what Dean was saying, he was going to let me drive his baby. I almost felt like we're at first base or something.
"Your serious, you're going to let me drive your baby? That's like the coolest thing in the world, I love that car!" I said excitedly.
"Okay, then let's do this." Dean said.
They finished getting dressed, as I walked outside to the car, and sat behind the wheel of the car, beaming with excitement. They both walked out, seeing me looking like a kid in a candy store, and both of them stared laughing.
We drove to the police station, which just happened to be across from none other than Palmer Park.
"That's really sad, the police station is right across the street from where those kids were taken!" I said shocked.
"That's very interesting, let's go find out if someone here has anything to do with those kids being taken!" Sam said.
"Wait, because the place is across the street, you think one of the cops might have something to do with it?" I asked, wanting to learn how they think, while trying to solve the mystery.
"Anything is possible; you'd be surprised how many cops are shady!" Sam explained.
"Remember, you just stay in the car, we'll be out as soon as we find anything." Dean said adamantly.
"I'll sit right here, a deal is a deal. You let me drive this sweet ride, so I'll sit right here. Unless the car starts on fire! Or if the car is about to explode, or worse, a bird is about to take a giant crap on your car!" I said sarcastically.
"Ha, ha, very funny, smart ass! Just stay put, okay?" Dean said smirking.
"Eye, eye, captain!" I saluted. They got out of the car, and made their way into the police station. I sat there looking at the park, watching kids playing around. People walking by, going about their lives, like any other day. I couldn't help thinking to myself, if they only knew the truth about this world. The truth about Demons, and Monsters out in the world. Hunting their children, killing parents, brothers and sisters. Shivers ran down my spine, I tried to shake them off, looking back to the park. Watching some guys throwing a Frisbee back and forth, while others threw a baseball, playing catch.
Something caught my eye, a dark figure moving between some trees. I looked closer, wondering if I really did see something move, or if it was just shadows from the trees.
I focused harder on the spot where I first saw the dark figure, when suddenly I saw the Frisbee flying between two trees, in the same spot. I took a deep breath, my heart began racing. What if I did see something there, what if it's the thing taken these guys? Worse yet, what if that kid, going to get his Frisbee is taken next, and I sit here doing nothing? I really need to get a cell phone; I could have called Dean, and Sam. But I don't think it would be wise for me to walk into the police station, and blow their cover.
Maybe nothing was happening, but if it did, and I just sat here, that would tare me up! I looked for a pen and paper, finding it in the glove compartment. I left a note, saying `Saw something at the park, went to check it out. Please don't be mad, but I didn't know how to get a hold of you guys, and I just had to check it out. I'm heading Northeast, between the two biggest oaks, behind the basketball court. I'm being careful! Please come, if you get out, before I get back. Brody! P.S. Dean, please don't be mad at me!!!'
I left the note on the driver's seat, and got out of the car, heading quickly across the street. The guy still hadn't walked back out from behind the trees, his friend sat there checking out the basketball game going on.
I took to running for the trees, getting more and more nervous that the kid wasn't coming back out. Making my way to the tree finally, I slowed down, walking behind the trees. When I heard muffled screams coming from somewhere deeper into the trees.
"Hello! Is anyone here?" I shouted, hoping to scare anything that might be out there away, as well as hoping that the guy would answer me.
I quickened my pace, moving through more trees; I looked at the ground, and saw foot prints, that turned to feet being dragged. I moved quickly, following the trail. I made it through a couple more trees, into an opening and saw a creature that looked like half man, half beast. At least 6ft 5, hair all over its body, but the face was more human, like a man with a beard would look. It was growling, drool running down the side of its mouth.
Holding the guy I saw, tight to his body, the guy was struggling to break free. His eyes locked onto mine, pleading with me to help him.
The anger in me rose, I had to do something, and I had to do it quick.
"Let him go!" I shouted, as I ran toward them, running straight into the monster, hitting him so hard, I sent him flying in the air, hitting a tree. He dropped the kid, as he hit the tree, I ran quickly to him, and helped him up.
"Come on, we've got to get out of here!" I said, helping him up.
We both began to run, when I was grabbed from behind, pulled backward, and sent flying onto my ass. I hit the ground so hard, I was sure I wouldn't be able to sit for a week, if I managed to live through this. The Demon made his way toward me, as the guy stopped running and turned back to me.
"No! Keep going, run across the street, there is a black 67 Impala! Tell the owners of it, what's happened here! Quick go!" I shouted, raising myself from the ground. The guy took off running, as I stood my ground in front of him.
"Stay back, you don't want to do this!" I shouted.
"I've never wanted to do anything more, no one has ever interfered with my quarry!" he spoke in a growl. The sound of his voice was menacing, he glared into my eyes, penetrating into my soul.
My eyes wide with fear, a thump growing in my throat, my palms becoming sweaty. I know Dean said not to use my Demon power, but this was life or death, I had no choice. I raised my hand, willing my power to flow, I tried to send him flying, but all I could do was stop him where he stood. I tried pushing harder with my mind, my nose beginning to bleed, the harder I tried.
"Interesting, you're more than a mere boy! You have the power, it runs through your veins, but it will not work on Me." he growled.
As I tried harder to use my power, a pain like nothing I had ever felt before shot through me, threatening to engulf me. My head began to feel like it was about to explode. My legs began to wobble, till they finally gave out, I fell to my knees.
"Don't try to fight it, the more you struggle, the more pain you'll feel!" he roared a laugh.
The pain became so intense, everything started to go black, as the pain took me to unconsciousness.
(Dean and Sam's parts will be 3rd person narrated)
Dean and Sam walked out of the Police Station, heading for the car. Dean stopped cold, Sam walking into him.
"What's the matter?" Sam asked confused as to why Dean stopped. Sam followed Dean's stare, to see that the car was sitting there, empty of Brody.
"I'm going to kill him!" Dean shouted. They looked to their right, as a boy came running toward their car. They quickly moved to meet him, wondering what was going on.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Sam asked.
"Is this your car?" The kid screamed.
"Yes, it's our car, why?" Sam asked.
"This guy, he told me to find you...he...saved me...from...from...some kind of monster!" he stammered, his voice cracking, as he tried to hold back the tears. Dean grabbed him hard, and shook him.
"Where is he now? What happened to the guy that saved you, tell me now!" Dean was practically shouting.
"He's back there, right behind the Basketball Court, behind those trees. I tried to help him, but he told me to run, he told me to come and get you. Please help him, please!" the kid begged.
"Stay here, don't leave, and just wait for us to get back." Dean ordered, while the kid nodded yes.
Sam and Dean took off running toward the wooded area. They followed the trail, leading through the trees.
"Brody! Brody!" Dean shouted, panic in his voice.
They made their way through the trees, into the opening, to see Brody being picked up by a tall, hairy monster.
Dean pulled out a gun, and pointed it at the monster.
"Drop him you son of a Bitch!" Dean shouted.
The Monster turned around, Brody laying limply in his arms. The Monster howled into the air, looking at Dean and Sam.
"Just put him down gently, and we can all walk away!" Sam said, holding his hands up.
Then it happened so quickly, if you had blinked you would have missed it. One second the Monster was standing there, holding Brody, the next he was gone.
Dean and Sam frantically turned their heads to left, then to the right, and then took off running to where the Monster had stood.
"There's nothing, no tracks, nothing! It's like he just disappeared!" Sam said, checking the ground.
"Damn it, Brody!" Dean said, turning quickly around and heading back to the car, Sam following behind. Dean's mind raced with thoughts of what could be happening to Brody, fear began to take over his mind. He began thinking to himself...'how could I have been so stupid? Why did I have to leave him alone? Why couldn't I have just taken the time to make his an I.D, so he could have been in my eye sight at all times? The poor kid has been through enough, and now, now some Monster has him, doing God knows what to him. Okay, stop it Dean, get your head back in the game, Brody needs you.'
"The kids gone!" Sam said, seeing that the kid Brody saved had left.
"What was that Sam? What kind of creature was that?" Dean asked, slamming his hands onto the car.
"We'll find him Dean, we'll get him back. We have to, and we have time. Each victim's body turned up a week later, so we've got time. Come on, let's get back to the motel, we'll find out what the Monster is, and kill it!" Sam said adamantly.
In an Underground Cave-
I opened my eye's to see nothing but darkness. There was a pain in my shoulders, as my hands were bound in manacles, as I hung from the ceiling by my wrists. I tried to control my terror, as the iron bands dug into my wrists, because of my weight.
Helplessness overcame me, no one was coming to help me, how would they even find me? I was alone, and helpless. I couldn't fight back, I couldn't use my powers, this Monster had total control over me, and he was going to rip my heart out.
I heard footsteps, and began struggling on the chain, my heart pounding in my chest.
Suddenly a light shone on the room, a light from a torch being carried. To my utter shock, it wasn't the Monster, it was a man. Joy over came me, someone had found me.
"Please you have to help me, something is down here, and he's going to kill me!" my voice cracked, do to the fear. He looked at me; a crooked smile appeared on his face. All the joy I felt two seconds ago disappeared into nothing, leaving me empty once more.
"Whether you live or die, will all be up to you, my pet!" he began.
"What do you mean? Who are you? What do you want with me?" my voice filled with panic.
"You are to address me as Master, or Master Remy!" he said smiling a wicked smile.
"What are you talking about? What do you want from me? Just let me go, please!" I shouted.
He walked toward me, and began circling me, till he was standing in front of me again, only his back was turned to me. Abruptly he spun around, backhanding me across the mouth, splitting my lip open on my teeth. My eyes watered from the sting of the gash, anger building up inside me, as I began to envision breaking his hands, another pain began to form in my body, worse then the backhand I just received.
"The more you think nasty thoughts of hurting me, the more pain you shall receive. That was a gentle warning, as you will soon learn." he said, making me realize that not only couldn't I use my powers against him, I couldn't even think violent thoughts about him, without being hurt. What have I gotten myself into?
I could feel the blood dripping down my chin, Remy watched it in satisfaction. Unexpectedly, he leaned forward and licked some of the blood off my chin, smiling at the taste. It seemed to excite him. He pressed himself against me, but this time he sucked my lip into his mouth, and bit it, hard, on the cut. I squeezed my eyes shut, my hands balled into fists, and I held my breath until he backed away, licking the blood from his lips with a smile. I shook with the pain, but tried to think of something pleasant, I began to think of Dean, and Sam, then the farm, riding my horse, and anything else that would come to mind.
"Now, repeat the question properly, without forgetting the appellation, my pet." he ordered.
I decided on the spot that he would call him Master Remy, and that it would, to me, be a term of disrespect, and that I would never, ever, call him simply Master. It would be my way of fighting him, of keeping my self-respect. In my own mind at least.
"Why are you doing this? What do you want with me, Master Remy?"
"Much better!" he cooed. "I have a soft spot for attractive boys, and you are by far a very sexy boy! If it was one of the others in my breed, they would not be so lenient with you, they would have used this!" he said, holding a small baton to my chest, causing a pain so fierce, I began to throw up blood. Coughing and gagging, tears running down my face. I screamed, and screamed, as he continued to hold it to my chest.
"I'm searching for my mate! Every ten years, I am free from the binds that hold me to this, this, place!" his tone filled with distaste. "I am allowed 13 humans, before the magic that holds me here, forces me back here. My mate can only be one who is pure, and chaste. Now, that is the only reason why I didn't kill you for freeing a potential mate. I have one week, before I must move on, to find out if you are one worthy of being my mate. I will train you to serve me, I will break down every wall you have, till you submit completely to my will. Till you beg me for more, I will take you to the brink of pain, teach you the pleasure of it, till you live and die, to please me.
I can see you are going to be trouble, and that only makes this that much more exciting, for when I break you, and I will break you, I will be in ecstasy.
Now, I have a question for you, before I began your training. How is it possible that such an exquisite creature such as yourself has remained untouched? How are you still a virgin, pure of heart, pure of soul?" he stood patiently waiting, the sides of his mouth, curled into an evil grin.
Hearing all that he just said, it was like waking up from one nightmare, and entering a nightmare that took place in hell!
I had never felt more alone in my entire life. I had never wanted more than to be dead, then in this very moment. I couldn't give into the panic that coursed through my veins, I had to take control. Think of the solution, not the problem. I created a place in my mind, which he could never touch. A place where I was safe, with people who made me safe. I would play his game, till I could do what needed to be down to get away. If that was possible. Dean, Sam, if you can hear me, help me!
"I'm a virgin, because...well because I have never found someone that I loved completely, to give myself to Master Remy." my voice was barley a whisper. His evil smile crept on his face, showing that he was pleased with my answer.
"Interesting. You and I seek the same thing, soon we will see if you are worthy of my love. Now, I'm going to teach you the meaning of pain. I'm going to teach you that your life is no longer yours, this is now belongs to me. That I can do anything I want with you, anything. I can hurt you in any way I want, for as long as I want and no one is going to save you, but me. I'm going to teach you that every moment you have without pain, is a moment only I can grant you. You are going to learn to do as I say without question, without hesitation, no matter what it is. You are going to learn to beg for anything you get." his voice calm, as if he was having a conversation with an old friend.
"I'm so glad your going to teach me, Master Remy!" I gave a fake smile. Next thing I knew he was putting his baton to the cut on my lip, and held it there. The pain bringing me to tears.
"That is the last flippant thing I ever want to hear from you!" he said taking the baton away from my lip, and punching me in my mouth. He pressed the baton against my stomach, and just as the pain became to much, and I was about to pass out, he pulled away.
"What do you have to say?" he asked.
"Please, Master Remy, forgive me." I managed with the greatest of efforts.
"Very good! Now, the time for talk is over. We will begin your training now." he said, as he began to place the baton on different parts of my body. Filling me with pain, I've never known existed before.
Dean, Sam, where are you?
I'm going to die, and there is nothing anyone can do to help me.
Dean paced the length of the room, while Sam searched through books, looking for the Monster, which had Brody.
"Here, I've found him. He's a Windlow Demon! They are Demons bound to underground caverns, by magic. They spend their lives seeking out mates. They torture you, till they break your spirit, making you their slave. If they find you unworthy, they cut out your heart, and eat it. The only thing that can kill them is for their victims to turn the power against them. They have to give themselves over to the pain, and forgive the Windlow of all they have done, realizing that the only reason they torture them, is because they love them. Only then can they break the bonds that hold them, and kill the Windlow Demon." Sam explained.
"We've got to find Brody, he won't be able to last, and he's not strong enough. He's been hurt too much; he hasn't had time to heal, to be strong. That bastard is going to torture him, and Brody will break, he won't be able to fight back. Sam, we have got to find him!" Dean was trembling as he spoke; his soul ached with a need to rescue Brody. He didn't understand why he felt this need, he didn't care, all he knew was he needed to save Brody.
"Then let's get to City Hall, we can look up the town history, and find out where these caves can be. We'll find him Dean, we have to, and he's counting on us." Sam tried to reassure Dean, and himself. He knew Dean was right, Brody wasn't ready to deal with something like this, and Sam wasn't ready to lose Brody either, not when he didn't know what this connection with Brody was. When Sam kissed Brody, something inside him came alive; he wanted desperately to find out why. He needed to have Brody back, if he was ever to figure out what was happening between them.
"Come on, let's go!" Dean said, walking out the motel door.