Your Dark Promise

Chapter 2

Dean scrunched his eyebrows together and sat up straighter, opening his mouth to question everything he said so far, but his father beat him to it.

"What about him?" John asked, giving a pointed look to the man. "Novak, I'm not stepping down yet if that's what you're thinking. Dean will have his time, but it's not now."

Dean tried to remember the name, hoping somewhere it was stored away in all his knowledge of every single crime family in the tri state area, but he came up blank. He had no idea who this man was, where he came from, or what he wanted with him.

"No, no. I don't want you to step down, John. Where would the fun be in that?" The man said, sitting up more to look at Dean's father with a tilted head and amused gleam to his face.

"Then what?" Dean asked quietly, not liking any of this. His father shoots him a glare for speaking out of turn.

The man, Novak, didn't spare him a glance still holding his father's gaze. "500k is no laughing matter, John. And who knows how long until you have it. I can't kill you. Can't  burn your empire down to the ground. So I need something. Your son's worth 500k,  right? Little more, little less?"

"What, you want to kill him to spite me?" John said, not letting any emotion enter his voice, Dean knew there was none there to spill.

"I won't kill him, no. I'll just keep him around. Maybe he can be my new puppy. Something cute to have in the corner of my office every day for all my partners to see." The man finally spared a look to Dean, winking at him.

Dean's face paled as Sammy surged from the wall, "The fuck did you say about my brother?" He said anger lacing his voice. He didn't even make it a step before Novak's men were pushing him against the wall. His father's own men making no move to intervene. Telling Dean that this man and his group were not to be messed with right now.

"Absolutely fucking not." His father growled out.

"Oh? I at least am considerate here. I'm leaving you a son. Good thing you have a spare, huh? Or" the man pulled a gun and placed it on the table, "I can shoot them both in the head. Call it all even. Your choice John ."

Dean looked to his father. He was hoping he wouldn't even entertain this ridiculous idea. But he knew from the look his father gave him, he would not be seeing his garden or his books later. He looked back to Novak, who was still just casually smiling at John. "Got the paperwork right here. We really can make this as easy as adopting a dog. In return, your debts are back to zero." Novak handed the paper to a man near him who brought it to John.

"Dad, what the fuck? No!" Sam shouted from his spot by the door. "It's Dean we're talking about!"

"No, its everything Samuel! We will lose everything if we dont do this." John fired back he looked Dean over without an ounce of love or regret for what he was about to do in his eyes. Dean just gave him a nod, "It's a deal." John said, looking back to Novak.

He signed the contract and pushed it back to the hands of the man who gave it to him. Novak smiled as the paper was handed back to him. He pulled a leather collar from his pocket that was studded with blunt metal spikes. This guy couldn't be serious, could he?

"Come now, dog." Novak said, turning his amused stare to Dean. Dean looked back at his father, who just stared down the table, not even sparing another look to his son. Dean stood, his legs wanted to shake, but he wouldn't let them. He walked to the end of the table, looking down at the man who was still seated. "How do you expect me to reach you all the way up there?" Novak said with a bright smile.

Dean brought his eyes to Sammy, trying to will him to look away, but his brother was glaring daggers at the man before him. Dean kneeled down at the mans feet, looking up at him with a hard face as Novak leaned over running his fingers over his neck before buckling the collar there. He ran his fingers over the metal studs with a grin, "This will do nicely." He said quietly.

Dean felt a tug to the collar, another man leaned over him, fiddling with it for a moment before handing what appeared to be the handle to a leash to Novak. The man stood shooting a look down the table at John. "A pleasure doing business, Winchester." He said before turning and walking for the door. Dean lost his balance, faceplanting on the floor. Sammy tried rushing for him again, his face contorted with anger still, but again, he was held back. Dean caught his bearings and found balance on his hands and knees as he skidded across the polished marble floors he knew as his childhood home.

Once outside, a large SUV was waiting, with the door opened. "In." Novak said, simply looking bored at Dean. Dean stood going to step into the car when a hand was placed against his chest. "Actually. You smell awful. Those clothes," he said, bringing his nose to Dean and sniffing before looking up at him. "Smell like a poor man's desperation." He looked Dean up and down, "Strip to your underwear. Leave them behind."

Dean's mouth opened and closed to this. "You're...you're not serious?" Dean asked, his face reddening.

Novak tugged on his leash hard bringing Dean eye level to him, causing Dean to have to stoop a little to do so. "Do I look like I'm joking?"

Dean shook his head and leaned back when the man gave his leash some slack. He shrugged off his suit jacket, allowing the expensive material to fall to the driveway. His hands shook as he slowly undid his shirt buttons before adding that with his jacket. He stepped out of his shoes and shimmied out of his pants. His face now furiously red as he stood there in nothing but his socks and boxers.

Novak looked him up and down with another smirk before motioning to the car and watching as Dean slid in the seat. Novak quickly climbed in behind him. A paper was shoved into Dean's hand. He glanced his father's signature at the bottom. "The contract your father signed. Read it so you know what you're in for."

Dean read over the contract. And then read it over again. His face heating up more. It outlined the debt his father owed and the steep building interest rate attached to it owed to one Castiel Novak with Novak Inc. Payment to negate the 500k debt offered by John Winchester in the form of his firstborn son, Dean Winchester. To reside with Novak Inc., specifically Castiel Novak, for a minimum of three years but shall not exceed five years. At such time, decided by Castiel Novak, Dean Winchester shall be given the opportunity to return to John Winchester with Winchester and Son's Organization.

"Fuck." Dean muttered out looking up to the man next to him.

"Indeed." Castiel said with a smirk and a dark look to his eyes.