AN: DISCLAIMER! Brainwashing IS a thing of science fiction... Trust me I spent 3 hours reading about it online. There is no documented proof that it is possible. Now there is classical conditioning (think Pavlov's dogs or Stockholm Syndrome) that can come close and also hypnosis. The CIA and the KGB (as well as countless untold governments) have experimented in the area and I actually drew on some of the CIA's disclosed info for my story. But DON'T read this and think... you can't do that! Because you can't! Brainwashing, as most of us think of it, is not possible and therefore is a thing of fiction... as is SPN and Sam and Dean. Sorry to break it to you...now... please enjoy!

1

Devana sat in a chair tucked into the corner of the room, out of the way. She was trying her best not to be impatient, but they had spent months planning tonight's endeavors and the week following, and she wanted it to go off without a hitch. Her fingernail tapping was interrupted by a loud yell from outside. As she turned toward the door, it burst open, bouncing off the wall behind it.

In came five of her compatriots. They were carrying between them a man who struggled mightily. He thrashed in their arms and yelled obscenities to any who would listen. They threw him down into the old dentist's chair and worked on getting him strapped in. One across his ankles, one above his knees, and one across his chest just below his armpits. Throughout all of it, he continued to fight and thrash for all he was worth. His hands were turned palm up, for easier access to his veins, and then the wrists were duct taped, with several layers, to the arms of the chair. The five backed away and three of them exited the now too small room.

The man in the chair heaved in panting breaths from the exertion. Devana eyed him for a moment and then turned her attention to one of the men that remained. "Lucas? Where are Marcus and Alexander? I didn't see them when you came in?"

The man, tall and lean, muscled more like a runner than a weight lifter, nodded toward the one strapped in the chair. "He killed them both."

Devana's eyes flashed toward the man. "Living up to the hype, it seems. More's the pity. I rather liked Marcus." She walked around in front of the man and ran her fingers along his leg.

"You're much more tasty in person, I have to say."

"Screw you. What do you want with me?"

"Cut right to the chase, don't you?" She turned back to Lucas. "Go tell Stuart to prepare what he needs." Lucas left the room and Devana looked back down at their guest.

"Let me start by telling you we are on the same side."

He chuckled. "Oh I highly doubt that."

"You don't want to see Lucifer released from his cage and neither do we."

"We? Who exactly is we? Because I have to say, I've seen a lot of your fellow demons trying REAL hard to obtain his release."

"We may be a smaller faction, but we are still many. We also reach to the highest ranks."

"And what rank are you?"

"High enough. If Lucifer ascends, it will ruin everything we have built for ourselves."

"Oh, boo friggin hoo."

"Oh? So you wouldn't mind his ascension? You think it will be all sunshine and roses for humankind?"

"No. Absolutely not, but I have zero sympathy for you and your kind. So, I ask again, what do you want with me?"

"There is a certain... entity, shall we say, that plays a large role in the release of Lucifer. The other faction is working on him almost daily to prepare him for his role. If we can stop him, it would stop their plans dead in their tracks. It may not stop Lucifer's ascension, but to delay it for ten or even twenty years, would be a start."

The entire time they spoke, he continued to strain and pull at his restraints. "How enlightening. What … do … you ... want ... with ... me?"

He said each word of his question slowly, as if talking to a daft child. Devana closed her eyes and breathed in slowly, calming the intense desire to kill him here and now. But they needed him. He could pull this off where others have already tried and failed. "We want you to kill him before he can fulfill his purpose."

"Thanks for asking, but I don't work for you, you black eyed bitch."

"Oh Dean, who said I was asking?" Devana nodded to the the other man in the room who quickly stepped up behind the chair. He shoved Dean's head forward and wrapped some sort of cloth gag around his head and tied it tightly. Dean struggled, but it was useless. The demon then slammed Dean's head back into the head rest of the dentist's chair and pulled another strap across, securing his head to the seat.

Dean struggled even harder, now, but there was no getting out of the restraints. The door opened and in came a small mousy man. He was balding and had tiny wire rimmed glasses on. He carried a couple of syringes and a remote control. Devana smiled at him. He wasn't controlled by a demon. There was no need. He thought he was doing America a service and was gladly going along with these 'experiments'.

"Stuart. Have everything you need?"

"Yes, Devana, ma'am. I'm all set." He glanced at the struggling man in the chair with a critical eye. "I even think I have the doses correct. You were quite accurate in your description of him."

When Dean saw the syringes in Stuart's hands he started jabbering behind the gag. Stuart stepped on a pedal on the floor and the dentist chair lowered back until Dean was laying flat out on his back. Devana went around and stood behind Dean's head. She leaned over, placing a hand on either forearm, and stared into his eyes. "By the time this week is through, you'll do whatever task we give you, sweety." She leaned down and kissed his nose and he went ballistic within his restraints. Devana stood back up. "Okay, Stuart, show me what you got."

Stuart tapped Dean's wiggling arm, bringing the vein in the elbow up. He then looked at the syringes in his hands and selected one. He uncapped it, studied Dean's arm for a second, and then jabbed it home. Dean grunted through his gag but his struggling slowly died down and his eyes started to roll in his head. Stuart moved around to Dean's other arm and kept a watch on him. Just when it seemed Dean was going to pass into unconsciousness, Stuart stabbed another needle into his other arm. Dean's whole body convulsed and went rigid for a time. His body then slowly relaxed, but his eyes were rolling in his head.

"Okay, basically his body is shut down and it thinks it's asleep. The only movement you'll get would be twitches similar to those you'd get during a dream. His mind, though. His mind is on overdrive. It's hyper alert. His eyes should track anything that moves and he'll soak up anything presented to him." As Stuart said this he waved an empty syringe back and forth above Dean's face and his eyes followed it with intense concentration. "It's like his brain is set to learn with a laser sharp focus. That being said..." Stuart fumbled in a pocket until he withdrew the tv remote. He aimed it at a flat screen tv that they had mounted on the ceiling above the chair. He flicked it on and some random commercial was playing. He hit a few more buttons and the screen went grey with a white noise static for sound. "Ok. The video is set to run for twenty minutes. At the end, I'll give him a few suggestions regarding tomorrow night and then you can take him back."

"Good work, Stuart. Go ahead then." Devana settled herself back into the chair she had started in.

Staurt hit another button and the images started trailing across the screen with lightning speed. Images of death and destruction. Pain and misery. A few shots of the classically held view of Lucifer, complete with horns and pointed tail. Dean's eyes flashed back and forth across the screen, his mind taking it all in and even though Devana couldn't catch it without the drug induced help that Dean was getting, she knew that interspersed within all of those images were flashes of the quarry. She could tell every time Dean's mind caught sight of him, because his whole body would jerk in the restraints. By the time they were done with his re-education, Dean would associate the quarry with death, pain, misery, and evil. To ask him to kill him when this was done? He would gladly jump at the chance.