Prologue: No Escape

There were over a hundred demons, all in one place: a small hotel.
It was hard to believe that they had all gathered together for one purpose: killing the Winchesters.
But that's what they'd done. They lured us by the fact there had been many deaths in a single hotel over the last few years and acted like normal guests and staff at the hotel.
We had been almost defenseless when the demons revealed themselves because our weapons had been stolen. We knew we needed to get out of there and think of a plan before going back, but demons were everywhere. Every exit, the staircases, the elevator and around the building. We were struggling just to find a way to get out when we were jumped and ended up separated. Obviously we couldn't leave without finding each other first, which left us in a pretty bad situation.
Now we were in and even worse situation…
I screamed as a demon cut deep across my stomach while another demon mentally held me to the floor. As much as I struggled to move, I couldn't escape the telepathic bond.
"This took such a long time to plan." The demon who'd cut me explained. The demon was possessing a lady about thirty with long, blonde hair. I moaned in pain from my injured stomach as she spoke. "We're letting as many participants as we can torture you and you're brother before we actually kill you. Trust me, this is going to be painful."
"Don't you dare hurt my brother." I said through gritted teeth.
"Why not?" She asked, raising her eyebrows. "It's not like you can hurt us if we don't."
There were about ten demons in the room, which was actually the pool area. I was drenched from an unintended swim I'd had a few minutes before in which I almost drowned in a pool that was only five feet deep! That's saying a lot for a guy who's often called "really tall" and even a "sasquatch" a few times.
That's when the door to the pool area swung open. There were two demons dragging an unconscious person into the room. My heart dropped when I realized who it was and I prayed that he was just unconscious.
"Dean!" I called.
I didn't think there was a chance he'd hear me, but when I called out to him he squirmed a bit. One of the demons dragging Dean mentally slammed him against a wall and held him there. He still didn't open his eyes but he started to moan.
"Let's see if he'll wake up if he hears his brother scream." The demon holding Dean against the wall suggested.
Two demons approached me: one a woman with silky, brown hair and one a man with short blonde hair. They both knelt next to my legs and each slowly cut one with large knife. I tried to hold it in but I couldn't help but let loose a scream of pain.
The demons' test had been successful, Dean had slowly started opening his eyes when he heard me scream and they quickly widened when he realized what was going on.
"Leave my brother alone!" Dean yelled, looking like he was trying desperately to move from the wall but couldn't. I saw the pain in his eyes as he watched the demons finish cutting down my legs and I letting loose a couple more small screams.
"Sam, are you okay?" Dean asked, when the demons who'd cut my legs had backed away.
"Not really." I replied through heavy breaths, honestly answering his question.
"Why are you all wet?" Dean asked, looking more concerned then ever.
"He took a little unexpected swim." The blonde demon replied.
"Anyone else have the urge just to kill little Sammy now and torture Dean by messing with his corpse?" A demon possessing a man with shaggy black hair asked. "We'll all still have a chance to torture when we're done messing with Sam's body."
About six or seven of the demons muttered a "yes".
The shaggy haired man smiled. "May I do the honours?"
A couple of the demons protested, but most just murmured "whatever" and a couple small unheard complaints.
"Sammy!" Dean yelled, as the shaggy haired man approached me. The terrified look in Dean's eyes couldn't be hidden.
The man knelt next to me and threw hard punches at me across the face a couple times. I groaned when he finished and my eyes closed about halfway. I felt in so much pain and there was nothing I could do about it. Even worse was the fact that Dean was next!
I didn't want to watch my own guts splatter across the room before I forever lost consciousness, so I closed my eyes and waited as the shaggy haired demon raised the knife over my heart. I heard Dean yell as the knife was raised and beg them not to hurt me. But the only responses Dean got back were a few nasty laughs.
A few seconds later I felt a horrible white-hot pain and blacked out.