Did Dean... Dean didn't recognize him did he? And Sam couldn't take his eyes away. So much so that one of his friends took notice.

"Looks like our Sammy boy has his eyes on someone," one of his male comrades says with a grin, flinging his arm over Sam's broad shoulders.

Sam quickly shushed him, picking up the pen that was attached to Dean's silent auction clipboard and quickly signed his name and price he'd pay. Only one other bidder. Good. He couldn't just bust Dean out of here. He knew he'd have to buy him. How the hell did Dean end up here like this? How the fuck did his big brother end up at a vampire slave house in fucking Germany?

"Well he isn't bad looking. Little banged up though. You sure you want him? He looks dangerous," his friend said, reaching in and running a finger along a scar on Dean's back.

"Don't touch him," Sam said sharply, yanking his friend's hand back.