Re: Main Auction Room
After the angel had disappeared, Dean had been pretty bored. Sure, a few people stopped by to ogle him, and he got some pretty ridiculous requests. (Someone wanted him to open his mouth like a horse so they could see his teeth. His teeth.) But the real action didn't start until the handlers pulled them from their cages, one by one.
Letting himself get captured was, of all stupid plans, probably one of the stupidest, Dean was realizing. It had sounded good in theory--get captured, get sold, find out what happened to his mother, lead a rebellion from the inside, go home. End of story. But supes? Were dicks. Case in point, the two burly dudes who'd hauled him out of his cage, bound his arms, and manhandled him to the stage.
"Easy on the goods, boys," Dean grunted as they shoved him towards the auctioneer.
"And here we have a fine specimen," the auctioneer purred, ignoring Dean's comments in favor of sliding his hand down the human's chest. "Clearly in the prime of youth. Good for all your physical needs."
Dean refrained from rolling his eyes, but just barely. The auctioneer must have suspected, because his hand came up to capture Dean's chin, turning his head first to the left, then the right.
"Such delicate features, perfect as breeding stock..."
And, hey now, let's not get carried away. Dean puffed up as the auctioneer thumbed his lip.
"...and such pretty cocksucking lips...."
And that was just...rude. Dean eyed the auctioneer skeptically.
"...twice the standard starting bid of...." the auctioneer continued, and then they were off.