Chapter 2: Burning flesh
Dean screamed as he felt the fire making his skin bubble and writhed in pain. He was pinned to the ceiling like his mom, burning. But he couldn't die. He burned for what seemed like days. His new boss, Spike, had a flare for the theatric. Dean pissed him off so he made him burn, right next to Mary as Sam cried in his crib. He fought not to look at the perfect replica of his mother next to him, begging him to make it stop. He didn't dare look at his perfect little baby brother reaching for him, begging to be picked up. He tried to get to him the first few hours but it was impossible. His mother, and baby Sammy's cries, were now falling on deaf ears. He clamped his mouth shut and went into his happy place. He was next to Sam in the impala reaching 80 laughing and singing Back in Black at the top of his lungs.
All the sudden he was back in front of Spike in the room Spike used to tortured souls. He felt the rush of adrenaline in his veins having just been tortured himself four five days straight.
Spike's room was fire red. There where several beams to hang people on. There was restraints, a spiked table. Several torture devices. And large toys.
"So are you gonna torture that pretty little whore for me kid?" Spike yelled in Dean's ear enough to cause pain. He pointed his cane at Dean and smacked him full force across the face with it. Dean swayed a little but made no sound of pain, knowing that was what Spike got off on, and if he wasn't careful he could be tied up in Spike's torture chamber for years. He knew Spike would rape and beat him senseless until he was a whipped collared pet at his side. He'd seen him do it to many souls. Dean looked him straight in the eyes. Spike's eyes were the deepest red he had ever seen. The green skin around his eyes was saggy. He was naked ready to rape someone when ever he had to. Dean stifled a gag as he looked at his pointy teeth yellow and black.
"Yes master Spike." Dean said simply, knowing anything he said could set Spike off in two seconds.
"Good little soldier." Spike nodded approvingly. "You know I couldn't have made you a better one if I tried. I know it was your tough daddy that beat you into submission, before you where ever even a thought in my mind." Spike laughed. Dean winced at the sting of his words, but knew better than to show a reaction at any mention of his family members.
It was too late Spike noticed. Dean smoothed his cut off shorts, the only article of clothing his was allowed, giving his hands something to do rather than wrapping them around Spike's throat. "Oh my little soldier loves his daddy. I'd love someone who endured 100 years of torture for me too Dean. There's nothing wrong with admitting it."
Dean jutted his chin out and gave Spike the most placid look he could muster. "I don't know what that is anymore." He shrugged turning his face evil like he was satan himself.
"Perfect, so perfect for me." Spike said approvingly. "I can't wait to be inside you someday." He said very matter-of-factly. "I would have done it years ago but I want you to be my apprentice. No one will respect you if they witness me rape you, you screaming like a little girl, forced to come shamefully in front of all of them." Dean knew he could do it. That was his trademark, being able to make souls come no matter how much pain they were in. "All in good time my little apprentice. But something to keep you aware that I am your boss, you're everything!" Spike yelled right in Dean's face.
Spike snapped his fingers and Dean's dad, 'not Dad' he told himself over and over again, stood in front of Spike fully naked.
"Well..." Spike spoke to John pointing at his penis.
John sunk to his knees and Dean left slamming the door behind him as he heard his dad's, 'not dad's' mouth slick onto Spike.
He went back to his own torture chamber and picked up the knife on his table of tools. He looked Bianca in the face very softly. She blinked back tears at the kindness and gentleness in his eyes. She looked at him like he was gonna rescue her from this hell that was her new life. "I'm sorry." Dean said. "I wouldn't do this if I didn't have to. If you're really good you won't have to be tortured anymore. They'll let you..." He stopped not wanting to say what he had become.
"Never." Bianca said very self assured. "I could never intentionally hurt people. The way you do.. You are the scum of the earth. You are the reason hell exists!" She yelled, becoming angry at the false hope on Dean's face.
"I know you're not a bad person Bianca." Dean said pronouncing her name softly. "But it's not my fault you're here. You sold your soul. You sealed you're fate." Dean said calmly knowing he was right. Spike only assigned Dean souls who sold their souls, as a cruel joke at Dean's expense.
"I had to!" Bianca cried. "He was gonna die. I couldn't just watch him get weaker and weaker every day."
"Who?" Dean asked keeping himself calm.
"My brother he was only 6 years old. My parents were dead he was all I had. I had to save him." Her face turned very sad. "I got him ready though. He's the smartest 16 year old I've ever known."
Dean felt physical pain at what she was saying. It hit too close to home. He wanted to curl in the corner and cry. He wanted to screw the sadness out of Bianca. He wanted to hold her and feel comfort by comforting her. But he didn't do any of that. All he did was run his finger across her jaw so lightly she wasn't even sure it happened. She convinced herself she imagined it. Then he looked at her and said the only thing he could. "Do yourself a favor honey, don't ever say anything like that again. The more you say here the more they have to use against you."
He took the knife and pressed it to her skin. She was all tied up and helpless on the cold hard metal table. He carved her from her lower left breast all the way to her belly button, shutting out the screams of protest she was giving. "Like I said I don't want to do this, you'll understand in about 20 hell years."
He continued his torture of her carving, burning her, hitting her as hard as he could. After a while he started to enjoy it, being able to hurt something and escape from all the pain he was put through. He made sure she looked brutal. He knew Spike would check his work, and if he didn't do it good enough he would be punished for days, and Spike would take over where Dean left off with poor Bianca, making her wish she could be tortured by Dean, by anyone else. He didn't tell her any of this because he couldn't risk her telling anyone, which she would. You would say anything if someone hurt you enough.
Dean only dealt out pain. It was the torturer's personal preference when it came to those kind of things. "Whatever gets you off." Was Spike's motto. Dean didn't get into his victims heads because he hated it when it was done to him. He never used their families or other weaknessess against them. He didn't use fear like other torturer demons loved. He never raped any of them, because that was the only fear he had left. Spike was grooming him, took a deep interest in Dean. When Spike raped a soul he just wanted submission, but he was turning Dean into a master torturer. Dean would never do those things to any souls.
Physical pain he could take. It was a welcomed distraction from everything else, but the real torture was the mind games. The slow emotional torture Spike loved. He wanted to tell Bianca all of this but if Spike found out he would never stop hurting Dean in that way that was unbearable. Dean remember the screams from Sammy and his mom. The smell of burning flesh. The smell he could never forget.
