"Look, look. Sam, I'm not going to kill you. Of course not. I am going to make you suffer unimaginably." With that he made a slight cut to Sam's neck, causing Dean to yank on his chains even harder as if that could do anything to stop what was happening.

"Magnus, stop. I'll kill you."

"Nice threats, Dean, but you're in no position to be making them." He made another cut to Sam's neck. Sam remained silent, trying not cry out in pain.

Magnus turned to Dean, still keeping his knife to Sam. "Now, here's what's going to happen. You're going to stay here and we're going to work with you and the blade. Your brother is going to keep us company to ensure you do what I tell you."

"Go to Hell," Sam stated. Dean cast a worried glance in his brother's direction. Although he took the words right out of his mouth, he didn't think provoking the man with the large knife held so closely to his face was such a great idea.

Magnus turned back to Sam and smiled. Sam glared back at him.

"We'll work on your attitude while we're at it." Another cut was made right under the first one on face. Sam shut his eyes and grimaced.

"Why are you doing this?" Dean shouted. "Because you're lonely? Because you think we could be some sort of team? My plan is better. Just give me the blade, let us go and we'll take care of business with Abaddon, who, by the way is going to be raising Hell on earth while you're keeping us here. You don't need to do this."

"Yes I do!" Magnus shouted, stalking toward Dean. "You…and this blade are the most powerful artifacts I own."

"I'm not a fucking artifact."

"Yes, you are. And there is no need for the language." He held the knife up to Dean's face. "You're so worried about Abaddon and Hell on earth? We will stop it, you and I. Together. You will do what I say and learn how to control the blade."

"And become a mindless puppet?"

Magnus smirked. "Well, yeah. That will be a side effect."

Dean leaned his head back against the pole he was chained to. "This isn't going to work, you bastard."

"Again with the language." Mangus placed his hand on Dean's head and muttered a spell. Dean's eyes immediately glazed over, staring straight at nothing, shoulders slumped.

Sam watched from his vantage point, straightening up. "What are you doing? What did you do to him?"

Magnus removed his hand from Dean's head and backed away, still staring at him. "I'm taking away his will. His power of thought. It doesn't go easily, oh no it doesn't. But it will. It takes time. I have all the time in the world."

Sam opened his mouth to reply. But closed it. He didn't know what to say to this lunatic. He was more powerful than he could have ever imagined. He quickly regretted not bringing Crowley along. He could only hope that Crowley would do something to find them. If he wasn't in such a predicament at the moment he may have actually laughed out loud at that thought. Who knew he would be in a position to hope Crowley would help them.

"Is that fear I see, Sam?" Magnus made his way back over to him. Sam glanced at Dean, still standing stoic, staring into nothingness.

"More like disbelief. We came here to ask you for your help. I even felt bad for you when I read those reports. You knew our grandfather…"

"Yes, yes. But sometimes you need to look out for yourself and you two delivered this prize right to my door step."

"They were right about you."

"Maybe they were. It doesn't matter. Now, if you'll excuse me I need to go make room for my guest." He stepped away, knife in hand. "Now, don't you go anywhere!" He said with a smile on his face before he left the room.

Sam yanked his chains and looked over at his brother. "Dean? Dean, hey." When he got no reaction he looked around the room and took in his surroundings. This was bad. This was very bad.

"Dean? Come on, man," he tried again. This time he blinked and Sam immediately felt relief. "You with me? Dean?"

"Sam?" Dean shook his head to try to rid the feeling of darkness he felt.

"Yeah, man. You okay?"

"I don't know. That's the second time he whammied me."

"What did he do?"

"I don't know, it just makes me feel…nothing."

Sam creased his brow and gave his chains another yank. "I'm afraid of what will happen if he keeps doing that."

"You're telling me." Dean surveyed the room. "Where did he go?"

"Said he needed to make room for 'his guest.'"

"God…this is not good, Sam."

"You're telling me."

"What about Crowley? Where is he?"

"Outside of the portal. I didn't let him come in."

"Great."

"Yeah."

"We're screwed."

Sam let out a breath and looked up at the ceiling. Dean was able to get a good look at his brother.

"He cut you, you're bleeding."

"I'm aware."

"Bastard."

"Dean, listen to me. This is some powerful mojo he's got going on here. He's going to use me to get you to do what he wants. You know he means it."

"…and of course you want me to just let him."

"Yes."

"Dammit, Sam. I know you wouldn't do the same for me, but I can't just stand here and watch him hurt you."

Sam looked away from his brother. His words stung, even if he didn't want to admit it.

"Just listen, Dean. He's not going to kill me. He needs me to get to you. So whatever he does, don't give in. Fight it. We will be in a lot worse shape if you don't."

"You saw what he did to me…"

"I did. But I know you. You're strong willed. You can fight it, fight him. Hold onto yourself. I'll do whatever I can to get us out of here, but you need to do your part too."

Dean once again rested his head on the pole. He knew Sam was right, but that didn't make this any easier. Sam knew not to push it any further.

"Am I interrupting a moment?" Magnus stepped back into the room with that smirk Dean couldn't wait to wipe off his face. "Dean, you're back with us."

Neither of them said anything. Their glares spoke volumes.

"Now I realize our new arrangement here is going to take some getting used to. You both are going to be tough eggs to crack, but I know it can be done!" He walked toward Dean, "…and don't think for one second that I can't hear your conversations. Nice motivational speech there, Sam, but I can't help but notice some tension? Delightful!" He stood in front of him. "Now, I'd like to try one more test and then we'll call it a night. Can't wear you out on the first go now, can I?" He snapped his fingers and Dean suddenly found himself free of the chains. Magnus reached down and picked up the blade and held it out to him. "Take it," he demanded.

"No."

"Really? We've been over what will happen if you refuse to do what I say, now take it!" The blade was once again forced into his hand and the power overtook his senses.

Sam watched as his brother's face changed. This time there was something different. Something that scared him.

"Good, good," Magnus said and he stepped back and with a flick of his hand Dean moved in a flash until he was standing right in front of Sam. Sam's eyes widened at the sudden movement. Sam looked for some kind of recognition on his brother's face, but once again he saw nothing.

"What's happening?" Sam asked, looking past Dean to Magnus.

"I just want to see what his reaction to you is while he is in this state. This should be very interesting."

Sam looked from Magnus back to Dean. Dean was gripping the blade tightly, the scar on his arm was ablaze.

"Dean, snap out of it," Sam tried. He couldn't hear him or if he could he wasn't paying attention. Sam watched as he started to raise the blade.

"It's me, Dean. Come on." Sam yanked on his chains. "Dean!" he shouted. Suddenly Dean's eyes shot up and met his and he fell out of the trance. Quickly dropping the blade, he stepped back from his brother.

"Sammy?" Dean stared at his brother. Sam nodded and swallowed the lump in his throat.

"Interesting indeed." Magnus broke up the moment. "Enough practice for tonight." He walked over to the green dust he had used before and then back to Dean who was still trying to collect himself. Before he could say anything he blew the dust into Dean's face and he disappeared into thin air.

Sam watched, unable to do anything. He looked at Magnus.

"Where is he?"

"I just put him away for now. Don't worry about him. Worry about yourself. I saw that look he gave you, Sam. You may be able to snap him out of it now, but we're just beginning." Magnus walked over to the other side of the room and hit a light switch, sending the whole room into darkness. "Have a good night." He walked out of the room.

Sam slid down the pole until he was sitting on the floor. Left in darkness alone with his blood still dripping down his face he thought about those last words and the look on Dean's face. He knew Magnus was right, he just needed to find a way out of here before it was too late.