Will I Ever Be Saved?
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He tugged at the chains that were binding him, digging into his flesh. His eyes scanned around the darkened room. How long had he been here? From the numbness in his hands, and the sores on his wrists, he'd been here for a while. He tugged again at the chains, trying to slide his hand out of his bind and after what felt like five minuets, his wrists were bleeding. He gave up and slumped against the wall. Where was Sammy? He closed his eyes, trying to remember what happened. That's right! The hell-hounds ripped his body apart and his soul was sent down here, to hell.
He shivered, feeling cold and noticed he was only wearing his jeans. No shirt, socks or shoes. Sammy will come. Dean thought over and over again. After a bit of silence, Dean finally decided to call out. "Hello?" He heard his voice echo and bounce off the walls. "HELLO." he called again and nothing was returned except for his voice again. "Son of a bitch, where the hell are you?" He could hear a deep laugh and saw a silhouette of a person walking slowly towards him. When it was right next to Dean, he reached out with a finger and trailed it down the side of Dean's face. "Ah, Dean Winchester. Oh..we shall have so much fun, you and me." he whispered.
"Alastair.." Dean tried to shove him off, but Alastair grabbed his hair and tilted his head to look straight into Dean's eyes. "You belong to me and me only." Dean glared at him. "Go to-" Alastair smirked. "Hell? Ah..but look around you, sonny boy, we are already IN hell." Dean spat at him, which in returned got him backhanded. Alastair pulled out a knife and trailed it softly down the side of Dean's face. "Ah..I'm going to have so much fun with you." he whispered, then dug the blade into his flesh, dragging it slowly across his cheek.
Dean tugged on his bonds again, feeling the pain, refusing to scream. He knew better. Dad had taught him from a young age to resist temptation to not scream. Alastair smirked as he watched Dean struggle, sliced his cheek again and waited for Dean to scream. When he didn't, he crossed his arms over his chest. "Hmm. You are as stubborn as I predicted." Dean glared at him as Alastair leaned close to his ear and whispered "Don't worry though, I will break you." He patted Dean's cheek as he stood up again and smirked. "Well then, lets get to work."
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He woke up in blackness, surrounding him. He felt lost, felt violated and was in pain, but that was what he received when he saved Sammy. He would suffer, put up with Alastair's torturing and hope Sam will live a long, full life. But, on the other hand, Dean also wished that maybe, just maybe, Sammy would come and save him. Dean shook his head. No that can't happen, because then Sammy would have to go though this and Dean wouldn't let that happen. Not over his dead body. He would just have to let Alastair have his fun. Maybe he will eventually enjoy it. He smirked to himself as the darkness consumed him once again.