Conversations With Alastair

Who are you going to scream for tonight I wonder? Which Winchester man will you want with you the most when I fucking hurt you Dean?
Who will it be..Daddy? Or Sammy? I think it'll be Sammy tonight. Yeah, Sam'

Alastair's body shuddered with an evil delight while his voice snaked out over too-thin lips

'I love to make you scream your brother's name'

With the strength of twenty demons Alastair repeatedly brought down a steel pipe across Dean's bare and exposed shoulders. The pain was unbearable, with blood-filled eyes and tear-stained cheeks Dean cried aloud

'Stop! God please..*sob* just fucking stop.'

Yep. Rough and tough Dean Winchester selfishly begged and cried and pleaded with his whole heart for Alastair to stop until flesh tore from his raw throat and Dean choked on his own fire-hot blood.

'Please..stop'

'You whine like a little bitch Dean' Alastair smirked

All he wanted to do was never remember. Wished none of it ever happened. Dean prayed the day would come the constant knot in the pit of his stomach would yield. Or that he could lay shut to his eyes without horrific flashbacks of pain and rage consuming all his thoughts.

'Say it Winchester and I'll stop. Just say the words and you'll be the on the pitching end instead'

At first Dean didn't speak, he couldn't. Thoughts of things Alastair could still do to him and memories of things the demon had already done to his body, all of his body, forced him to finally give in. He could take it no longer. Dean's head remained lowered..his eyes fixated on the fiery floor beneath him. Dejectedly he whispered the words Alastair had been waiting decades for Dean to finally say

'Coward...I'm a coward'

Instantly Dean's chains were removed and he found himself with a knife in one hand and a young female, nude and tethered to a table directly in front of him. Although the words set heavy in Dean's heart it didn't stop him from effortlessly carving a 12 inch gaping hole through the screaming girl's belly while Alastair forced him to continue repeating it.

'I'm a coward'

Dean would do anything to anyone..it didn't matter, just so long as he wasn't the one on the receiving end of pain anymore. Dean gratefully did whatever the demon told him to.

'Hell does funny things to people don't it baby?!'

Alastair mocked him. His grin disgusted Dean and as the worst type of vile contempt rose in his soul making his entire body ache more than it already it, if that were possible, he bit his lip while he impaled the knife further into the girl.

'You're a real son of a bitch you know that Alastair?'

All Dean wanted to do was forget, but how could he??