Disclaimer: I own NOTHING. All characters and such belong to the respective owners. Also the the quote, "you can stick where the sunshines"comes from one of the episodes and does not belong to me.

A/N: I do not have a beta for this story so all mistakes are mine. Please remember that this is not light and fluffy as it is Dean in Hell.


Today is a new day. Not that it means anything. Not like today will be any different from yesterday. There will be pain and suffering. I'll be ripped to shreds and at the end of the day then HE will ask me the same question he did the day before. Should it be any surprise then that my answer will be the same as usual?

Day after day, month after month, and year after year I endure this physical and mental torture. The mental is self-inflicted. But the physical is not. The demon, the son of a bitch demon that does this to me every single day goes by the name of Alistair. I watch him smile and laugh as he slowly draws blood with his dagger, as he rips my flesh from my bones. The asshole gives me this big shit-eating grin and then pulls the nails on my fingers clean away. I can't help but scream. This time I yell no words or expletives at Alistair just a scream of pain.

The mental torture is worse because all I can think when I am not screaming is that I've left Sammy all alone. I know there was nothing for it. I had to give up my soul for his life. There was just nothing else that could've been done. Still, it torments me. And I can never ever escape it anymore than I can escape the physical torture. I can tell the day is coming to an end. Alistair approaches me, looks me square in the face and asks,

"Would you like off the rack? All you have to do say yes. You can end the pain. Help me torture other souls that enter Hell?"

I look at him full on and spit in his face and then I say it, "You can stick it where the sun shines, you son of a bitch."

"Now, now Dean that's no way to talk," he says smoothly, tauntingly.

I glare at him, "You think I care whether or not you think what I say is a good way to talk."

He smiles at me and walks away. Alistair will be back it's all a matter of time. In his absence, images of Sam come back to me. Images of him dying, of him coming back to life, and the look on his face when he found out I traded my soul for his life. These moments happened a lifetime ago or so it seems. All of a sudden I feel a toenail being removed but I manage to keep my mouth shut just this once. So a new day has started. How I wish that it would not be the same as yesterday, but it will. It's always the same. I cannot allow it to be different because if I do it'll mean I am torturing someone's soul. As he rips another toenail from my toes he speaks to me in a deadly quiet though amused tone,

"You know this is just so much fun. What do you think Dean? Couldn't doing this to a soul be loads of fun?"

I yell at him, "Fuck you, Alistair, you sick bastard." Some days he does this when he's torturing me. He'll talk to me ask me questions. It is the only thing that changes. His comments aren't quite the same as the ones before. Other days he makes no comments at all. Alistair just laughs and smiles and mouths things to himself on those days.

He moves onto my other foot to pry toenails off and again he talks to me in a laughing tone,

"Today isn't just a new day Dean it's a new month, a new year. What do ya know, it's your twenty ninth year on the rack."

I say nothing to this. There isn't anything to say. Instead I give an earsplitting scream as he slowly starts to cut my toes off. He just smiles at me with that look in his eye. The look that tells me he's enjoying every minute of this, and its telling me that he will get his way eventually. He thinks that someday, some year I'll finally take his deal to get off the rack.

The truth is some days I really consider it. I have come so close many days to telling Alistair I will do it; that I'll torture souls with him. But I never say it because to do that would make me a monster. I may not have big scary claws or scary teeth but nonetheless I would be a monster because I would be doing what he does to me. All the same I still think about how nice it would be to not have my toes, fingers, and flesh ripped from me. He catches my attention again and moves from feet to my leg and starts stripping away flesh. As I scream I think about Sammy for the billionth time. I know he's probably doing all right without me but even here in Hell I worry about him.

For a year I endlessly suffer through Alistair's torture and giving him the same answer every day to his question. But today marks my thirtieth year down here and today I can take it NO MORE. He approaches me and would like to know,

"Would you like off the rack? All you have to do is say yes. You can end the pain. Help me torture other souls that enter Hell?"

Glaring at him with tears in my eyes I whisper, "Get me off the rack. I will take your deal."

At this Alistair gives me his big shit- eating grin. He undoes my bonds and I slowly get down from the rack. Finally free of the physical torture. This doesn't stop the mental onslaught from the part of me that knows I shouldn't have taken the deal. I shut it up though told myself there wasn't any other way. I lied to myself. Then Alistair spoke again in a slithery tone,

"Today is a new day my apprentice. Come let me teach you the ways of torture."


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