"You're not impressing me yet. For a human caught in a demon bar, I would think you would have more resilience than to get yourself caught." Dean merely glared at a spot beyond Angelus, trying to shut out that nauseating voice and that screaming pain running through the nerve endings off his shoulder. The way the shadows moved, Dean calculated that it had been four hours since he had been locked in this vulnerable position.

When he responded, Dean's voice was thick with thirst and gravel. "Yeah, and for someone who can kick a lot of underling ass, you're sure taking your sweet time with me."

Angelus chuckled as he laid his palm across the cool silver tray laden with gleaming and rusted instruments of all types. "Arrogance and pride. The good guys must love you on their team."

"I do what I need to."

Angelus smiled as he crooked his head, examining Dean's shirtless form at an angle while grabbing a slim silver object from the table. "Well, thats good. Then you're going to tell me the truth. I might let you live if you're smart enough."

"What is it you think I know exactly?"

"Don't insult my intelligence boy. I've killed more people than you've ever saved."

Dean looked up at the ceiling, trying to see where the twisted angles of the cascading chains went. "Yeah, well, depending upon who you talk to, popular opinion might say otherwise."

Angelus took a moment to slide the round part of the object with the inlaid silver decoration onto his pinky finger. The slim metal dagger lay over the finger and extended half a feet into a diamond sharp point. "Cute. Lets see how cute you are when you scream."

Dean's nostrils flared. "I wouldn't give you the honor."

Angelus licked his lips, clearly delighted. "Just for your reference, before your body decides to eek out just a bit of adrenaline to keep you from letting the pain get too bad, you might want to remember my name, kid. My name is Angelus, last master of the Order."

Dean tensed his shoulders enough so that he could swing around with his numb feet and belt Angelus across the breadbasket. Angelus collapsed in on himself from the feeling of having steel-toed shoes hit his stomach. "Yeah, well, name's Dean Winchester. But you can call me your worst nightmare."

Angelus cursed as he raised his head, game face full on. "God, you're so much like Xander!"

With a feeling of pleasurable vengeance, Angelus stuck the slim pinky knife between the ribs of Dean's rib cage. The flesh once cut open to take out his appendix bled bright red. Taking large, shallow breaths, Dean focused on his rage and tried to send a message to Castiel, who was supposed to be able to hear him.

"Not a word? Pity." Angelus whimpered in Dean's ear as he dug around, bringing the knife out after a few moments. Dean seethed as Angelus brought the knife up to his cheek bone and lovingly scraped Dean's own blood across his face. "Know what's fun about being tortured by a vampire?"

"I'm sure you're gonna tell me."

"Damn skippy, hero." Angelus hissed as he brought his mouth cascading down Dean's body until he had reached the open wound. "The best thing about being a vampire is the healing ability." Darting his tongue along the opening, he scraped and spat until Dean could feel the wound sealing shut. "And after the first hundred years, you don't miss the sunlight."

"You are one twisted fuck, whatever kind of vampire you are."

Angelus bowed when he took a step back, admiring just a thin trace of blood leaking down the cheek of Dean Winchester and stopping just short of the boy's lips. "I'll take that as a great endorsement of my prowess. You ready to talk or do I need to make another hole?"

Dean bit down on his lip. He just had to hold this guy off a little while longer, hopefully. "Fine. Lets say I know what the hell you're prattling on about, what makes you think I'm going to tell you anything?"

Angelus blinked while considering his answer. "Dru would have been better about getting the location of Natherra from your lips, but I know that pain has lots of persuasion all on its own. Now, its true I have the ability to strip of a man of his skin, of that I have no doubt, but I am still rusty and quite eager to cut someone open with a chainsaw. We didn't have those last time I did this."

Dean nodded begrudgingly. "Then I guess I should feel honored. I don't know anything about Natherra, thats not even what I'm in town for."

Angelus breathed in sharply through his nose. "For sake of argument, lets say that I believe you. However, Mr. Winchester, I wouldn't be doing my job if I didn't ask why you had the plans to the old Hyperion Hotel in your trunk with all those lovely weapons?"

Growling angrily, Dean flailed, trying to give himself enough leverage to swing out of the chains with his sweaty grasp and tangled hands. "You broke into my baby?"

Angelus rolled his eyes, taking the pinky ring off slowly and advancing again toward Dean. "Aye. I suppose many things change, but a man's love for his own brawn does not. When I was first created, it was not more than a gelding would make a man have pride. Now it is still a Mustang, but so much more."

"I will kill you, I promise."

Angelus circled Dean like a shark. "I'm sure you do. A promise of pride, perhaps. Going to defend the honor of your steed, so very noble. But being noble must get tiring from time to time. You are, after all, nothing more than man."

Dean recoiled when Angelus splayed his fingers over the chest. "Mere man, no matter how sculpted. You sweat and bleed and piss and love and do all the things that other mortals do. And yet, you are nothing like them...or are you?"

Dean jolted when Angelus grabbed his package. "You didn't think I wasn't going to smell the lust rolling off you? Must get you hard being under my control, doesn't it Winchester? You must be an older brother or an only child, always the caregiver."

"Take your filthy hands off me."

Instead of complying, Angelus changed his features once again back to game face, only forcing his hands to follow. The sharp claws that used to be his fingernails ran the course of the seams holding together Dean's pants. Strips of fabric and boxers fell to the floor. Even with the heat and sweat in the building, Dean felt cold and exposed. He was not a fan of this.

Angelus admired the boy for a moment. His proportions were unique in that they were so very proportionate. He had his lions share of manhood and a good set of definition in the legs. Angelus apprised the body from shoulder to ankle, pronouncing it grade A with a hard slap on Dean's rump.

"At least you have nothing to be ashamed of."

"Thanks. Now that you've had your peak, you're gonna let me go " Dean growled angrily, as though he were going to burn a hole through the vampire.

Angelus chuckled. "I really can't do that, what would the others think that have been tortured before you? But, alas, if you don't care for foreplay, I'm happy to provide the main event." Angelus took a moment to savour what he was going to say to Dean, in a quivering and excited whisper in the young man's ear. "I'm going to pop your cherry with my barbed hand and then spread it so you bleed internally. Its a very slow death. You'll beg me to turn you. And maybe that will lend itself to my mercy, Winchester."

Angelus stepped back for a moment as Dean started to spin and flail until flecks of blood welled up at his wrist. "Quite finished, my boy? Now then, onto the best part of my torturing day."

One firm hand grabbed Dean's ass cheeks while a single gentle finger guided itself into the squirming depths of Dean's tight ass. Dean let out a cry, tossing his head back with abandon. The top of his head leaked a bit of pre-cum since Angelus knew exactly where and how to hit the prostate.

"Enjoying yourself, boy?"

Lights that had been flickering due to the old generator began to pop, one by one. Angelus pulled out and Dean went limp. He could withstand a lot of things and now he knew he wouldn't have to withstand much more.

"That is quite enough."

Angelus fell to his knees. The voice began to shred his ears until he was grabbing them to try and alleviate some of the tearing pain.

"Dean," The panicked yet calculating voice kicked Angelus out of the way with a surprising thud and then broke the chains at Dean's wrist.

Dean slumped down into Castiel's arms. "Hell of a timing, man. Hell of a timing."

"Who are you?" Angelus shrieked in a raging bellow as he staggered to his feet, ready to kill.

"Castiel, his guardian angel."

"What?!"

But Angelus was merely talking to himself. Dean and Castiel were already gone.