The Brotherhood - Riverdale Tales (MM/MM) (ILLUSTRATED) -- Updated chapter 19 5/12/24
Posted: Thu Jul 22, 2021 1:53 pm
Hi folks,
Here as a sequel to my story "The Brotherhood", this time also featuring some characters from the TV Show "Riverdale".
I don't think it's necessary to have seen the shows to and enjoy this abduction and bondage story, nor to understand the plot or the characters.
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“Oh man! This is not mom’s pie, but this milk-shake rocks!” Dean enthusiastically said, contemplating the huge milk-shake which had just been brought to his table. “You sure you don’t want it?”
“Nah, I’m good!”, answered Sam.
“Come on, you just ate a salad. You’ll have to eat, Bigfoot!”
“And you just ate the biggest burger I’ve seen in months! Maybe you’ll have to eat less!”
“Jerk!”
“Bitch!”
“Your loss, then!”, said Dean with a huge grin as he literally started to suck his milkshake up.
Sam chuckled, and gave a look around him. “Pop’s”. An improbable diner in a godforsaken hole, who served surprisingly delicious dishes. Dean always had a nose to find places like these.
“I hope we won’t get too noticed here”, Sam said.
“Uh? What do you mean?” Dean said, a line of ice cream on his upper lip.
“Look around you. There’s only truck drivers here, or the local high school students. And we are neither of them.”
“Precisely”, Dean said, still smiling. “We’re the exact mix of the two”.
“Come on, you know what I mean. It’s a small town, everyone knows everyone...”
“Come on, you worry too much!”
Sam sighed. Maybe he did. He turned around in his box and gave another look. His attention was attracted by the two teenagers sitting right behind him. They were hard to miss, as they were talking quite loudly, discussing something like a video game.
Sam got a good look at the first one. Typical american stud, wearing the typical blue and yellow jacket of his high school football team club. Must have been quarterback or even captain of his team, considering his broad shoulders. But his bright reddish hair gave him an uncommon handsome look. Quite a hunk, Sam thought.
The other one was turning his back to Sam. He couldn't see his face properly but could tell he was skinnier. Rather the nerdy type. His mass of black hair was partly concealed by the odd beanie he was wearing.
“Teens don’t know what to wear to make themselves interesting”, Sam reflected. Daydreaming, he looked more closely at the beanie. It was more complex than it first looked. It had little spikes circling around the head.
Almost like a crown… made of wool…
Sam snorted. Whatever, his thoughts drifted back to the Brotherhood. He wasn’t comfortable with the last events. Not comfortable at all.
“Hey Dean?”
“Huh?” He said, mouthful.
“Don’t you think we should have warned something of our location? We practically fled like thieves…”
“Sam”, he gulped, “what did I just say before?”
“I… what?”
“About worrying too much?”
“Oh! But don’t you think…?”
“Relax, little bro! First, they perfectly know how to join us. Second, why would they? They left us without affectation, and we’re not prisoners, are we?”
“But concerning Luke and his friends…”
“Ok, I punched him, so what? He attacked us first. You’ll back me on that, so it’s our word against his. Plus, dad will always support us!”.
“Maybe… I don’t know. Dad has changed”.
“Has he? I don’t think so!” Dean shrugged, and turned his attention back to his cup.
Sam was out of rational arguments, but couldn’t chase this persistent feeling… that something’s there is wrong. He wished to be as carefree as Dean was.
The two guys behind him were suddenly leaving. With a loud burst of laugh, they stood up. Sam could clearly hear their conversation, without even eavesdropping.
“The whole week-end with the whole house to yourself without your dad will be so cool”, said Beanie, enthusiastic.
“We’re really gonna beat the game this time!” Redhead answered.
“You said it, Red Paladin!”
Sam instantly started.
“Dean? Did you…”
No need to finish the question. Obviously Dean had heard it too: one moment ago he was focused on his milkshake like an eight-years old boy in a candy shop, but now he had his eyes locked on the two teenagers. Sam knew those eyes: these were those of the hunter who just spotted his prey.
“Sam, “ he said, “did you notice his hat? Like a…”
“... woolen crown?”
The two brothers exchanged glances. Then, without further concerting, they stood up as the two teens exited the diner, Sam tossing some bills on the table, quickly following their preys into the night.
“So” Dean said, “what do you think?”
“Maybe it’s just a coincidence… but we have to get to the bottom of this. The odds of hearing of a red paladin the same day we got this prophecy are too… odd!”
“Agreed. At least we should interrogate him”.
“Imagine if we actually came back with the Red Paladin himself? That would sort out our reputation within the Brotherhood”.
“Easy, Sam”, Dean tampered. “For now, he’s just a random teenage boy doing some roleplay with his friends. But like we said - he was readjusting his gloves, giving them a nice crack - we’ll go to the bottom of this. Too bad we didn’t refill our supplies… I used all the chloroform on this jackass Luke…”
“I took care of it. I went to the lab this morning, grabbing a fresh bottle. And other stuff. Everything’s in the trunk”.
“You’re the best brother!”
“Wait”, Sam said while taking his cellphone. “Can you say that again? For the record”, he added with a broad smile.
Dean leaned forward to speak directly to the microphone. “Sam Winchester makes me all tingly!”
Sam laughed. “You jerk!” He added more seriously: “By the way, why this concern about chloroform? You weren’t fond of this last time we had to snatch a kid”.
“Yeah, I changed my mind. Let’s try to be less messy this time”.
“Agreed”.
Both exited the car. They went to their trunk; Dean took the chloroform bottle and some coils of rope he looped around his belt; Sam chose a pair of handcuffs and a roll of the extra-strong silver duct tape. Both took their Brotherhood cloaks and fastened them around their necks, making them one with the night as they headed towards the backdoor.
Here as a sequel to my story "The Brotherhood", this time also featuring some characters from the TV Show "Riverdale".
I don't think it's necessary to have seen the shows to and enjoy this abduction and bondage story, nor to understand the plot or the characters.
==========================
“Oh man! This is not mom’s pie, but this milk-shake rocks!” Dean enthusiastically said, contemplating the huge milk-shake which had just been brought to his table. “You sure you don’t want it?”
“Nah, I’m good!”, answered Sam.
“Come on, you just ate a salad. You’ll have to eat, Bigfoot!”
“And you just ate the biggest burger I’ve seen in months! Maybe you’ll have to eat less!”
“Jerk!”
“Bitch!”
“Your loss, then!”, said Dean with a huge grin as he literally started to suck his milkshake up.
Sam chuckled, and gave a look around him. “Pop’s”. An improbable diner in a godforsaken hole, who served surprisingly delicious dishes. Dean always had a nose to find places like these.
“I hope we won’t get too noticed here”, Sam said.
“Uh? What do you mean?” Dean said, a line of ice cream on his upper lip.
“Look around you. There’s only truck drivers here, or the local high school students. And we are neither of them.”
“Precisely”, Dean said, still smiling. “We’re the exact mix of the two”.
“Come on, you know what I mean. It’s a small town, everyone knows everyone...”
“Come on, you worry too much!”
Sam sighed. Maybe he did. He turned around in his box and gave another look. His attention was attracted by the two teenagers sitting right behind him. They were hard to miss, as they were talking quite loudly, discussing something like a video game.
Sam got a good look at the first one. Typical american stud, wearing the typical blue and yellow jacket of his high school football team club. Must have been quarterback or even captain of his team, considering his broad shoulders. But his bright reddish hair gave him an uncommon handsome look. Quite a hunk, Sam thought.
The other one was turning his back to Sam. He couldn't see his face properly but could tell he was skinnier. Rather the nerdy type. His mass of black hair was partly concealed by the odd beanie he was wearing.
“Teens don’t know what to wear to make themselves interesting”, Sam reflected. Daydreaming, he looked more closely at the beanie. It was more complex than it first looked. It had little spikes circling around the head.
Almost like a crown… made of wool…
Sam snorted. Whatever, his thoughts drifted back to the Brotherhood. He wasn’t comfortable with the last events. Not comfortable at all.
“Hey Dean?”
“Huh?” He said, mouthful.
“Don’t you think we should have warned something of our location? We practically fled like thieves…”
“Sam”, he gulped, “what did I just say before?”
“I… what?”
“About worrying too much?”
“Oh! But don’t you think…?”
“Relax, little bro! First, they perfectly know how to join us. Second, why would they? They left us without affectation, and we’re not prisoners, are we?”
“But concerning Luke and his friends…”
“Ok, I punched him, so what? He attacked us first. You’ll back me on that, so it’s our word against his. Plus, dad will always support us!”.
“Maybe… I don’t know. Dad has changed”.
“Has he? I don’t think so!” Dean shrugged, and turned his attention back to his cup.
Sam was out of rational arguments, but couldn’t chase this persistent feeling… that something’s there is wrong. He wished to be as carefree as Dean was.
The two guys behind him were suddenly leaving. With a loud burst of laugh, they stood up. Sam could clearly hear their conversation, without even eavesdropping.
“The whole week-end with the whole house to yourself without your dad will be so cool”, said Beanie, enthusiastic.
“We’re really gonna beat the game this time!” Redhead answered.
“You said it, Red Paladin!”
Sam instantly started.
“Dean? Did you…”
No need to finish the question. Obviously Dean had heard it too: one moment ago he was focused on his milkshake like an eight-years old boy in a candy shop, but now he had his eyes locked on the two teenagers. Sam knew those eyes: these were those of the hunter who just spotted his prey.
“Sam, “ he said, “did you notice his hat? Like a…”
“... woolen crown?”
The two brothers exchanged glances. Then, without further concerting, they stood up as the two teens exited the diner, Sam tossing some bills on the table, quickly following their preys into the night.
***
Twenty minutes later, Sam and Dean were in the Impala, deciding on their plan. They had followed the two lads discreetly in the Impala; when they had splitten up, they had decided to follow Redhead and were now in front of his house. After a few minutes, only one room remained lit up, presumably his room.“So” Dean said, “what do you think?”
“Maybe it’s just a coincidence… but we have to get to the bottom of this. The odds of hearing of a red paladin the same day we got this prophecy are too… odd!”
“Agreed. At least we should interrogate him”.
“Imagine if we actually came back with the Red Paladin himself? That would sort out our reputation within the Brotherhood”.
“Easy, Sam”, Dean tampered. “For now, he’s just a random teenage boy doing some roleplay with his friends. But like we said - he was readjusting his gloves, giving them a nice crack - we’ll go to the bottom of this. Too bad we didn’t refill our supplies… I used all the chloroform on this jackass Luke…”
“I took care of it. I went to the lab this morning, grabbing a fresh bottle. And other stuff. Everything’s in the trunk”.
“You’re the best brother!”
“Wait”, Sam said while taking his cellphone. “Can you say that again? For the record”, he added with a broad smile.
Dean leaned forward to speak directly to the microphone. “Sam Winchester makes me all tingly!”
Sam laughed. “You jerk!” He added more seriously: “By the way, why this concern about chloroform? You weren’t fond of this last time we had to snatch a kid”.
“Yeah, I changed my mind. Let’s try to be less messy this time”.
“Agreed”.
Both exited the car. They went to their trunk; Dean took the chloroform bottle and some coils of rope he looped around his belt; Sam chose a pair of handcuffs and a roll of the extra-strong silver duct tape. Both took their Brotherhood cloaks and fastened them around their necks, making them one with the night as they headed towards the backdoor.