Can I?

Supernatural

            The ropes rubbed on his bleeding wrists as he kept trying to shake them off. Dean sighed in frustration again, anger boiling up inside of him. He felt a slight trickle of blood trail down to his neck from his left eyebrow. But the only thought that was racing in his mind was if Sam was okay. He would kill himself if they even laid a finger on his younger brother. The human bones jingled gloomily as the barbaric family walked past them. Their menacing, maniac grins made Dean flinch internally.

 “Look at this, boys. Ain’t he just perfect for hunting?” the elder man spoke to his two old sons. One of the boys wiped at his barbed wire beard and the other one grinned a toothless grin. There was a small child with them; a young child who probably wasn’t even eleven. But Dean knew that that child was dangerous. Her eyes were sunken and she held the dagger as if it was a treasured doll.

            The son with the beard nodded at Dean, “Oye, papa. Now we have three people to hunt! The other one with boy is the cop.” The son stilled grinned as his dad narrowed his eyes. Dean now was just going to call him long beard and the other toothless.

            “ There was a cop here?!” He shouted fiercely.

Long Beard took a step back and stuttered, “Y-yes papa.”  The father growled, Dean could have closed his eyes and could have thought it was a wild animal.

“ And you a cop?” he asked towards Dean with a hateful glare. Dean glared back at all of them. The father threw his hands up in anger and his face morphed into an animal’s. “ Listen to me! Answer!!”

Dean tried his best to look nonchalant, “Eat me. Oh wait, you actually might.” Dean shuddered in disgust as he recalled earlier. All of them were eating actual human flesh without batting an eyelash; he almost had puked when he glanced at them when they were sawing the bones calmly. Toothless stood up in anger and slapped Dean across the face. Dean gasped for air; he already felt the warm, stinging cuts starting to bleed once again.

Sam was exhausted. His back ached from being in the crammed cage and he felt light headed from his lack of food. There was a gigantic welt and swollen bruised from getting knocked out on his head. He wasn’t really injured, hell; he has been in worse situations.  But that didn’t mean that he could not feel the pain that washed over him with the slightest flicker of a movement. He never thought he would see the day when humans were to capture them. Not only that, but overpower him. So they had guns, weapons and outnumbered him but he was a strong fighter. Dean would have laughed if he saw his futile attempt to defeat them in that parking lot. Dean. Sam felt something from his heart sink into his stomach.

The cop next to him said that she had handcuffed Dean to her police patrol car. Sam knew Dean could escape from that…with a paperclip. He continued to worry for his brother and tried to come up with a plan to abscond from there.

Dean had to seriously learn how not to piss off his adversaries sometimes. He would just open his mouth and something snarky would usually come out. Usually it was entertaining when he had an audience but now he was definitely not grinning and neither were they. The father went behind Dean’s back and silently poked at the burning fire with a hot, metal rod.

“ Would people come if they knows you missing?” the aged man asked Deans with a sneer on his face. Dean opened his mouth to say something sarcastic but stopped. If he said no then he would probably get killed.

He tried speaking calmly, as if his nerves weren’t bouncing and jumping out of his body, “A lot of people would come. I’m extremely attractive and if a face like this were to go missing people would panic. But I guess you probably think I’m a god. I mean, just look at yourselves!” Dean exclaimed. “No wonder you don’t have any mirrors around here. You’ll are probably tired of cleaning up broken glass!” Dean snickered at this but the dad snapped, whirling around to face him with the burning rod. He put it dangerously close to Dean’s face.