Spoilers for 5.14 "My Bloody Valentine"
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my sick twisted mind.
The flies are annoying, they are also the least of his problems. Still, part of him insists that if the flies would stop buzzing this torture thing wouldn't be so bad. After all, this was no hell, and this guy was definitely no Alastair. No finesse, no sense of drama. Dean was vaguely disappointed. Once you get used to the best hell has to offer everything else seems shoddy and ridiculous. He smirks at his captor.
"What the fuck are you grinning at pretty boy"
He doesn't bother answering. It's a waste of breath conversing with a dead man. Idiot doesn't even realize he signed his death warrant the moment he grabbed me. He idly considers warning the guy again, and then decides it would be pointless.
"I'm gonna make you scream like a bitch"
Foul breath rushes past his face as a knife is jammed into his shoulder. The blade grinds against his bones, but the pain can't spark anything more than mild distaste. No finesse. Looking at his newest wound, Dean wonders again at how right Famine was. He is dead inside.