Dean approached the pleading girl. She knew exactly where she was. Why she was there. What was going to happen to her. But never did she anticipate it to be like this.
Dean's eyes where dark and haunted, hell had broken him in ways that were impossible to understand. He picked up the blunt knife and drove it sharply into the girl. Her screams wailed around Dean and he twisted the knife smiling. He broke her, burnt her, sliced, carved, bled dry, gouged, in ways even Alistair couldn't dream of. This girl had committed no crime. She had sold her soul to save her little brother. She knew about Dean, she had been told and she hoped he could relate and show her at least some mercy. But dean was beyond mercy. It as all about the screams and pleads and the sounds of flesh ripping and bones breaking. He didn't care who she was and that her crime was the same as his. He couldn't have cared less.
At the end of the day, after he had destroyed the girl, she was put back together and Dean gave her an offer.
"You pick up my knife and we take you off the rack."
The girl tilted her head towards Dean and she panted.
"I will never become like you, I will never be a monster like you…"
"Oh you will one day sweat heart. One day you will say yes. Just like I did."
Dean woke up. He never knew what became of that girl, if she said no for and week, a month, a year. Heck! She may have even lasted longer than him. But one thing he did know. She may have prayed with all her heart that she wouldn't become the horrific monster that Dean was, hoping that she wouldn't be like that. Dean knew, she could never be as heartless as he was when he tortured her. That was what his nightmares were. How could he possibly be so cruel? Hell was hell but that didn't give him justice or peace of mind of what he did.
He truly was a monster.
