Okay, this occurred to me in a one of those flashes of thought last night. It's probably crap and not at all as funny as it could have been...but the muse is a little rusty lately after my move across country. I hope it's not too sucky. Love and hugs to everyone who read and enjoyed The Ultimate Hell. Your feedback is like chocolate and the Winchesters all rolled into one.

And for all those waiting on my Sabbath, Cas and Protectorverse fics...they're coming. The muse is weak, but I'll whip it into shape soon. Keep the faith!!

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Three decades of Twilight before he had broken and gotten down off the rack.

Dean had thought he had known the true meaning of evil.

Of torture.

Alastair had been skilled, knowing what parts of the movie to replay, to slow down and make Dean endure over and over again. How the hell he had ever emerged sane in the end? Was he sane? Dean debated that sometimes.

But when Sam disappeared for over a week and all signs pointed to Lucifer? Dean discovered the true meaning of torture and evil as he hunted everywhere for his brother.

Finally, he tracked him to a small motel room in the middle of Arkansas.

Sam's head was hanging down to his chest when Dean finally found his brother. His hands were bound to the arms of the chair he was strapped to and in the corner of the room, a movie was playing on repeat.

"I...I won't...I won't say it." Sam murmured as he felt gentle hands on his face, lifting his chin. Sweat bathed his brow, his eyes glazed and unfocussed as they blinked at the figure crouched before him.

"Sammy? Hey...hey, you with me, little brother?"

"Dean?" Sheer relief was encapsulated in those words, as though Sam had thought his brother would never come for him.

"Easy...easy, Sam." Dean cautioned gently, untying his brother and casting a glance over his shoulder towards the movie now playing. "Jesus, is that-?"

"New Moon...on loop."

"Damn. Lucifer wasn't screwing around, huh?"

Sam felt himself being pulled up out of the chair, one arm sliding over Dean's shoulders as they made their way out of the room. "You gotta give the guy credit. He knows how to break someone."

"He...he didn't...break me."

"I know, Sammy. I know. He won't. You're too good for that. Come on, let's get you out of here. You can watch all the porn you want til you've recovered." Dean smirked, silently vowing to kill Lucifer before he could take Sam again. Twilight had been bad enough...but no one made his little brother suffer through New Moon without there being fatal consequences.