Torture happens in alternate dimension future in season five I guess? there's no real place this fits sorry . also, your reviews and ideas would be really helpful for sequel. :)

"C'mon Dean, I'm letting you choose."

Dean gives a stare.

You are going to defile your brother, may as well pick how.

Fine then. If your're going to do it the hard way, let's do it the hard way.

He snaps his fingers and they are in a vast room,ceiling higher than he could see. It was full of the tools Dean had spent forty years getting to know, the tools for torture. Sam's body, angel and all, jauntily walked over to the table and lay down in a casually. His wings outspread for a moment and then disappear. The straps snapped up around him and the door to the room slammed shut and disappeared.

Dean looked despairingly around. There was nothing in here that could hurt an angel.

"I know what you were thinking, but don't worry, there's nothing in here you can hurt me with, only your precious Sammy." Lucifer's grin lights up Sam's face.

Well, maybe I can make an angel ward with blood, but I'll have to do it when he's not looking.

"Now Dean, you better start, or I'll crush his soul and snap his neck, so that he'll die right away, no getting him back. You don't want that do you?

Dean stood there with the sad searching eyes.

"I guess you need a little push."

He was dragged by an invisible force to the tools and his hand clenched around a blade.

It's only for a little while, thought dean. I'll just make a few shallow cuts, just enough to make an angel ward, not enough to kill Sam.

But still it broke his heart.

He made the first slice, tearing open Sam's sleeve and pooling blood.

I need to fix this. If I make it out of here alive, if Sam makes it out of here alive, Lucifer's going down.

Sam's face shows an impatient look and says 'Really? That's your best shot? You and I both know you're a master of torture.'

And Dean remembers how dangerous Lucifer is, remembers all the things he's met in his life and been able to defeat. They wanted to live, to survive, to get revenge. Lucifer wants pain and suffering, and he doesn't care if he has to kill Sammy, or kill me, to get it.

And so he cuts and cuts and tears and burns, and after each one the blood seeps away, seemingly evaporating.

No chance now, no chance at all.

Over two hours later, Dean pauses.

Lucifer says, in Sam's now raspy voice,"what's the matter?the blood getting to you? Keep going. You can do more than this!" raising his hands slightly with the flaps of skin hanging off

Dean turns away and a single tear falls,he wipes it away.

He had been trying until now not to do anything that would kill sam, with Sam's soul probably going straight to hell, or maybe nowhere being tied to Lucifer. And no matter what, this body was still sammy in his mind.

A few more tears fall and he stabs and slashes and tears until finally, finally, Lucifer says,"that's enough. Let's have some real fun now."

A crooked grin rips Sam's face in half where the knife already has and he snaps his fingers.

(to be continued)