A dripping noise echoed through the room. Sam surveyed the room quickly. The room was dark and gloomy. He was on a thick, big wooden chair. Ropes wrapped around his arms and legs. He turned his head to the left and noticed a tiny army cot. Dean's arms and legs were tied to the side. Sam saw Dean's head turn to the side and jolt awake.

"Dean, it's me Sam. Are you okay?" Sam whispered frantically, straining to see if he could find any injuries.

Dean cranked his head up to look at Sam, and winced. "Oh, I feel awesome" he replied. "Hold on. Why the hell do I have to have to be on this and you get a chair?" Dean asked.

"I don't know man, I don't even know why we are here, where we are, or where the hell we are." Sam explained.

"Hey, I bet they like me more, that's why I get this comfy cot." Sarcasm dripped of Dean's words.

"Dude you look like your ready to be killed, or torture" Sam snapped. He didn't want to deal with Dean not accepting what was happening.

"Or a full body check up." Dean replied shaking. Memories of hell filled both of the Winchester's mind.

After tension started filling the room, a door opened.

"Hello boys" A nasally voice filled the room.

Sam jerked his tthe sound of the voice. "Who the hell are you, and what do you want?" Sam screamed.

"Oh, I'm hurt. Don't you remember me? You especially should Dean. It's your buddy, Allistar. I don't mean to be so cliche, but long time no see. " Allistar replied.

Dean winced and turned his head away, keeping his silence. Sam wished Dean would make a smart remark, instead of showing his fear.

"That's not a very nice welcome Dean" Allistar said, walking towards Dean.'

Dean closed his eyes and just sighed.

"I suppose I should tell you why your here" Allistar drawled out. He trailed his fingers on Dean, randomly prodding. Dean's jaw clenched. "The war in heaven is raging mad, and so they can't keep ther claws in their beloved pets, Exspecially Dean-O, so I'm assigned to shaking them up a bit, so to speak." Allistar laughed.

"Can you please not touch me" Dean asked rolling his eyes.

"Oh Dean, you know it's not possible. I'm having fun and we haven't even started yet." Allistar remarked. He whistled and two demons ran in with scissors and a white cloth.

"Weren't you ever told not to run with scissors?" Dean commented.

"Bind Sam tighter and shut his mouth and give the scissors." Allistar odered.

The demons scuttled to obey his orders. Allistar stared cutting Dean's clothes.

"Hey now, I don't swing that way" Dean smirked.

Allistar grinned and shoved a piece of Dean's shirt around his mouth. Dean shook his head. . Allistar finished cutting off Dean's clothes. Allistar disappeared and came back with a black case and a tape recorder. Dean raised his eyebrow at Sam. Allistar opened up the case and pulled out a needle with a clear liquid. Sam struggled, thoughts racing through his mind as he tried to figure out what the liquid was.

"Hey angel buddies, HEar your beloved pet scream and enjoy" Allistar said, clearly to the point. He then stalked over to Dean with the needle glinting in is hand. Sam started struggling and screaming through his gag. Allistar Slammed the needle in to Dean's chest, over his heart. He then pushed the syringe down. Screams filled the air as excruciating pain filled Dean's body. Dean's hands were clenched and his eyes were squeezed shut.

Sam heard a click and glanced over at Allistar and saw that Dean's pain was being recorded. Anger in Sam's eyes flared.