"Hello Dean!" Alastair smiled, chained up to a Davids star, surrounded with a large devils trap. He received no answer so he just kept talking.
"So, what has little Cas planned for you to do to me? Read me a bedtime story perhaps?" Alastair cackled as Dean walked up to him and gave him the death glare.
"Aww, thats cute...if I was any more scared I might give a damn," Dean rolled his eyes and turned to the table next to him, which held all the instruments and concoctions that he would soon be using.
"Those your little toys...cute..." Alastair smiled at Dean with his most sincerest smile. Dean grabbed Rubys knife then cleansed it with holy water, which would burn Alastair badly, Dean smiled at the thought.
"Ha that little pixie stick is nothing to me, gonna have to try harder then that!" Alastair looked around boringly then continued staring at Dean. Dean then grabbed the bag of salt and poured it on the knife, the water making the salt stick to it. Alastairs smile faltered for a few seconds but then came back when Dean turned around.
"Thats creative, I'll have to right that in my book!"
"Shut up," Dean walked up to Alastair until his face was inches from Alastair's, his eyes glaring into the demon in front of him.
"Make me," Alastair sneered and glared back.
"Fine," Dean smiled and leaned in to whisper into Alastairs ear. He then jammed the knife into Alastairs stomach, making Alastair have to fight back a scream and the holy water and salt pulsed through his body.
"Lets have some fun shall we," Dean whispered then stepped away towards the table.
"That feels good!" Alastair screamed and laughed toward Deans back.
"Good, because theres more good feelings coming," Dean growled as he grabbed a few gallon bottles of holy water and the knife covered in salt. He brought them over to Alastair and sat them down next to him, then went back to the table and grabbed a syringe with an odd, blue liquid in it.
"What is that?" Alastair asked excitedely as Dean got closer with the syringe.
"I found some stuff at an abandon witches house, just some pain meds," Dean grinned as he jammed the needle into Alastairs neck and drained it into him. Alastair flinched as the substance coursed through his body, making every little cut and scrape burn as if it was a full stab wound, he held back a scream as Dean poured a gallon of holy water onto him, which felt like thousands of knives on fire covered in alcohol just jammed into him like a freight train.
Dean smiled and grabbed his knife, making small incisions everywhere, which made Alastair scream of pain because everything was intensified from the medicine he gave him. It must have been a pain intensifier. Dean kept a grin from ear to ear as he shoved salt and poured holy water into all of Alastairs wounds, making him scream louder than he thought possible.
Dean leaned in and whispered, "I want to hear more of those, got that?" Dean pulled back smiling as he walked back to the table to refill his holy water supply and get new tools.
Alastair watched as Dean walked away and sighed in pain silently, letting his body sag with relief that Dean wasn't torturing right now.'He had taught Dean well' Alastair thought as he slowly looked around the room, noticing the devils trap made of paint around him. He smiled, because if he could somehow make Dean drop holy water on it or scrape it, he could get loose and do whatever he wants, payback. He smiled as Dean turned back around, bearing an I.V and bag full of holy water.
"So lets get started," Dean spoke as he poked the I.V into Alastairs main vein and started the drip, slow and steady, but dangerous. Alastair could feel every drip flow into his veins, making his whole body feel as if he was on fire from the inside out.
"Feels good doesn't it," Dean spoke softly as he sliced little slivers all over Alastairs chest \and stomach.
"Brings back old memories," Dean continued as he slowly went deeper and deeper with every cut and every sliver, making Alastair scream in agony. Dean deepy laughed and smiled as he stared at the bloody dangling figure in front of him. He grabbed Alastairs face and brought it up to look as his.
"I'll give you a choice this time, holy water injection or a continuation of this," Dean said with a sneer, the demon inside him coming out to think of ideas that he remembers from Hell.
"Whatever you want Dean, I don't care, because you were still my little bitch in Hell and nothing is going to change that," Alastair chuckled as Deans eyes went dark and he stabbed his knife forward into Alastairs gut, making blood spurt out of his mouth.
"Well, looks who the bitch now." Dean turned around and slowly walked to the table to think of what to do next. Alastair thought of a plan to get out and couldn't waste a second or Dean would notice. He grabbed the side of the I.V with his mouth and pulled it outt painfully, then dropped it on the ground perfectly hitting the devils trap without even making a sound. The holy water spurted out over the trap, washing away the excess paint, making the opening that Alastair hoped for. He smiled at Deans back and slowly, but painfully, released himself from his chains and quietly set them down. He grabbed Rubys knife, which was laying on the ground a few feet away from Dean and lunged as him full force, knife in the air.
Dean turned around to meet Alastairs knife make contact with his shoulder. He screamed out in pain and fell to his knees, grasping the hilt of the knife in his shoulder. Alastair laughed and kicked Deans side, making him fall all the way to the ground, groaning in pain.
"Paybacks a bitch, isn't it Dean," Alastair sneered and cackled as he grabbed Deans arm and dragged him to the table and slammed him on top of it, The knives and tools stabbing into Deans back, making him scream in agony. Alastair yanked the knife out of Deans shoulder then stabbed it in the opposite side.
"Got to make it even," Alastair twisted the knife then flipped Dean over to his stomach, shifting the tools under him, making Dean hold back a scream but failing miserably. The demon walked around his prey and found a few loose weapons to use for fun. He walked back around to the front of Dean and kneeled down so they were face to face with each other.
"I'm gonna tell you the truth, I can't wait to begin, and after I'm done, you'll be begging to die," Alastair slowly cut around Deans neck, making a ring of blood flow across Deans skin.
"Whatever you say bitch," Dean scowled, blood starting to dribble out of mouth in a steady stream. He coughed, making a larger flow of blood spill over his lips. Alastair traced his blade over Deans shirt, tearing it open to show bloody bare skin. Dean was to weak to comply or fight back so he just laid there, trying not to move the knives under him, stabbing into his back.
"I'd watch what comes out of your mouth, that can get you killed Dean," Alastair said as he grabbed the next biggest knife, that had saw-like teeth. He slowly sawed deep gashes through Deans legs, making him scream but to weak to move. 'where the hell is Cas when you need him' Dean thought vaguely as he closed his eyes, hoping to black out.
"I wouldn't black out on me yet Dean, just gettin started!" Alastair cackled as he made more incisions, the blood pouring all over the table, coating Alastairs hands with the ruby red substance.
"Well this is going to be so much fun," Alastair cackled as he pinned down Dean with chains, ripped his shirt off, and grabbed his tool.
3 hours later...
"Please...stop..." Dean gurgled, blood spilling over his lips, down his torn up chest.
"Its like you think I'll actually listen to you!" Alastair looked over his work of art, if he didn't know any better he wouldn't know it was human it was so torn to shreds.
Dean laid his head back on the bloodied table, his breath ragged and off beat, his body flashing with burning pain everywhere, he wished for unconciousness but it wouldn't come.
'Cas please...please come..' Dean thought silently as Alastair looked at the few remaining tools he hasn't used yet.
"I would use these but theres no room to work anymore, guess I'll have to restart again!" Alastair smiled as he brought his hand to Deans forehead, reforming his bones and skin, the blood painfully sucking back into Deans body. Dean screamed as his bones cracked back into place, more blood spurting out of his mouth.
"Stop," Alastair heard a deep voice behind him and smiled.