Argh, I accidentally deleted this chapter too instead of updating it-so this is going from memory-sorry if it's not perfect.


Sam stared in horror at Dean laying on the rack, pinned helplessly. As he watched the limbs from his brother being torn apart he raced to a corner and vomitted, twice, causing Allastiar to smile gleefully.

"What's the matter, Sammy?" He asked, fake innonce surrounding his voice. "You don't find this entertaining?"

Sam ignored him as he forced himself to watch his brother get tortured again. He watched as a demon loomed over Dean.

"This could all be over Dean," it whispered. "If you just do a little torturing yourself." It didn't take long for Sam to figure out it was past Allastiar speaking to him.

Dean stared at him.

"Kiss my ass," he growled, his voice deep with anger and fury. Allastiar flashed a smile.

"They did say you'd be a smartass," he remarked. "Oh," he added casually. "I heard about your brother."

Sam watched as Dean's eyes widened.

"Stay the hell away from him! That was part of the deal, damn it!"

"Relax, nobody's hurting him. It's so much more fun to watch him wither in pain by himself anyway. I heard he tried to open the devil's gate, though, and that he tried to make a deal. I heard that he begged..." Allastiar leaned closer to Dean, whispering it in his ears now. "That he begged to trade souls....Take me instead...it's a fair trade! In fact, you could say that he begged like a dog." The last line he added with a smirk which grew into a smile as Dean stared at him for a few moments of silence before begining to yell in rage.

Dean woke with a start, unsure of what woke him up. He looked up to find Castiel staring at him.

"You have to stop doing that," he muttered as he sat up. "People will get the wrong idea," he added and watched to see any signs of a smile. Castiel's face remained serious like always. He stared at the empty bed next to him.

"Where's Sam?" Didn't I already have this conversation already?

"That's why I'm hear, Dean. You're brother is gone."

"What do you mean, gone?" Dean sat up more sharply.

Castiel sighed.

"I'm not sure how to say this, Dean, so I'll just say it."

"Good idea."

"Allastiar has Sam, Dean."

It was than that Dean stoop up sharply, anger flashing in his eyse.

"He WHAT?!" The idea of that sick bastard laying his hands on his baby brother...he shuddered and tried to control himself.

"Where?!"

"We don't know..."Castiel's voice trailed off as he watched Dean get up and grab his jacket. "Where are you going Dean?" Worry changed in his voice.

"Where do you think?" Dean snapped as he opened the door. "To find Sam." And with that he slammed it behind him as he walked out into the night, determined to find his brother before it's too late.

Again, sorry if the chapters are different now! lol.