Alastair entered the room. As he smirked, Dean sighed. He had barely gotten any sleep in the few hours of rest he had. All he could think about was whether take up the offer to get off the rack. According to Alastair, it had been only three months since Dean's death, but in hell, a month felt like ten years. So thirty years had passed. Out of those almost ten thousand days Dean had been tortured ruthlessly for each and every one. Skin torn off slowly as if you were peeling a sticker off a piece of paper; delicately, yet some of the paper still seemed to come off. His organs had been ripped and sliced very precisely, only to reappear, perfectly mended, when they weren't even recognizable as parts of a human body. Alastair certainly knew the weakest spots of every organ and every muscle of the human body.
"Ready for another day, Dean?" Alastair teased, starting to boil some oil. "I've got a nice little treat for you. How to you feel about fried fingers? You can eat them fresh off your own hand..."
"Actually, no." Dean didn't want to say it, but what choice did he have? He was barely Dean anymore. Any part of himself had been chopped up with his body the first few times. Dean could barely remember what Sammy looked like. It was starting to be difficult to remember the simplest things. Sometimes he forgot what kind of car his baby was, what animal a hamburger came from, and he even forgot the name of Led Zeppelin once. When he closed his eyes, he couldn't even think of anything happy to keep him going. What did he have to look forward to? He would be spending the rest of eternity being broken and molded in all the twisted ways of Alastair's mind. Dean didn't like what he was becoming. Whatever he was turning into, it was far from human.
Alastair raised his eyebrows at this. "No? Taking me up on my offer? Wise choice, Dean. Tell me, what cracked you? Was it when I took your rib bones and carved Sammy's name into your heart? Or maybe it was when I bent you so that you were flexible enough to gauge out your eyeballs with your own-"
"-Okay shut up! I'm just sick of this! It's going nowhere. Those people are gonna be tortured anyways so I better do it to make them less miserable." Dean tried to make himself feel better about the situation. In reality, he was desperate to get those meat hooks out of his shoulders.
The demon gleamed at him knowingly. "Alright. You'll start tomorrow."