Now he was plowing through doors as fast as the security measures could read the clerk’s ID code. It wasn’t long before he reached a section he’d never been allowed in before, simply because he didn’t have clearance. “If we don’t bring him right now the treaties won’t get signed!” the clerk snapped, hauling him through the doors.ĭean had no idea what to make of that, but he was now sprinting along with the panicked clerk back through the halls. “You can’t just take one of my workers,” Duma was protesting. Rather than answer, the clerk ran over and grabbed his arm, dragging him towards the door. “Where is Dean Winchester? We need him, right now!” Stomach plummeting, Dean asked, “Where’s the fire?” He looked around wildly, calling, “Dean Winchester?” One of the clerks sprinted through them, skidding to a halt and looking around, Duma on his heels. Despite Dean’s concerns and John’s less than honorable intentions, being bargained away doesn’t end like either of them expect.Įxcerpt: They were starting to plate dishes when the doors flew open, slamming against the walls so hard everyone stopped to stare. Since Dean has been doing an excellent job of hording both their paychecks of late, John decides that being a kept whore for three months is a suitable punishment for prioritizing rent and food over gambling and alcohol. John’s motives are far from pure, there’s a dowery and an allowance in it if they agree. No one is more shocked than Dean when he agrees to it. Since Enochians require parental consent for such things for anyone under twenty years of age, John is given final say. One of their number takes a shine to him, and goes so far as to make agreement to courting negotiations a stipulation in his people’s treaty. Unfortunately this long-held plan evaporates during the Enochian’s entrance negotiations. Besides, they’re in different departments, and it’s the best paying job he can get. He will still work at the same place as their father, but Central Moon’s Intergalactic Alliance headquarters is large enough he’s not too worried about it. Once he does that, they can finally get away from John. Summary: Dean has had plans for years to get custody of Sam once he turned eighteen. One hour less of dreams, one hour more of twigs poking at her soles, walking through the darkness with her hands tied behind her back. She must walk with her enemy, once every two weeks at two in the morning, with tired feet and fatigued bones to have her health checked due to the death eaters’ brutality. Her dreams and dissociation are the only things keeping her sane, until a certain blonde boy, who’s climbed high in Voldemort’s ranks becomes the tender to her cell. Once gone missing, you were considered another body on top of a tall pile of dead. Nobody would find them, nobody would come looking. Hermione Granger, the last remaining member of the golden trio, has been deposited in a jail cell with four of her classmates to rot. All previous ties to The Order of the Phoenix have been cut. Euneirophrenia by calliebby - E, WIP - Voldemort’s army has succeeded.