Dean had learned that much about hell. He got up, limping, to opening of the cave only to be stopped by a chain around his ankle. 'That is not good' Dean thought as the fought to keep the panic down. It was rising in his chest like the bile in his throat. 'I have to get free. That's all, I just need to find a rock.' He looked around the cave but there wasn't so much as a lose pebble. Giving up on the rock idea, Dean walked over to where the chain seemed to grow from the floor of the small cave, 'Why the hell not?' he mused as he took the chain in both hands and pull up with all his strength. Nothing happened. Sitting on the ground with his legs on either side of the base of the chain he continued to stare at it. As if hoping by sheer force of willpower alone could free him. There wasn't even a sharp part in the floor that he might be able to rub the chain against.

"I might have something that could help you," said an all too familiar voice as a hand holding a razor entered into his vision, Dean looked up the arm to see Alastair leering at him. Dean thought it was his imagination, or hoped it was at the very least, that Alastair's smile was become ever more manic when the demon looked to him. It terrified Dean to think that Alastair was taking any more interest in him.

"I'd tell you to go to hell, but we're already there, so why don't you just eat the shit you're selling and shove that razor up your ass. The answer is no. It's always been No, and it's always going to stay no." Dean spat with much more bravado then he felt.

"Oh Dean, it's not always going to be 'no', I know it- you know it, we all know it. So why not just cut out all this suffering and say 'yes'." The demon sat down in front of him, "It really does hurt me to see you like this." Alastair grinded, sickly sweet still holding the razor out to Dean in his open palm, still waiting for Dean to take it.

"You're a lying son-of-bitch, you get off on pain!" Dean yelled

"Well, yes I do enjoy pain- but you're not in pain because of me right now. I sort of hate it. You're sort of like a pet project to me." Alastair said still offering the razor. Dean swallowed down the fear he felt bubbling up in him. Yes, Alastair did pay a lot of attention to him he knew that, but to hear the demon call the hunter a 'pet project' made the whole thing somehow worse.

"Yeah? Well, don't I feel special. But what makes me so different? I can't be the only one who's sold their sold down here- fuck I can't even be the only hunter down here. " Dean could hear the fear in his own voice and was sure Alastair could hear it too, most likely see it in his eyes- hell, even smell it coming off him. Sure enough, the demon's smile became wider, showing off more teeth. Sharpe pointy teeth.

"Can't give away the punch line just yet, sorry Dean- I could lie to you, but really I'm trying to be more honest with you. After all I think you and I are going to be working together very closely soon. Wouldn't do to start off a partnership with lies…" He spoke the last bit more to himself then Dean, as he tucked the razor away. "I will never work with you" Dean growled through clenched teeth hate in every word, hate for the demon who played with him and hate for himself as he had it fight back a cry of want when Alastair took the razor away. It was getting so hard to say 'no'.

Alastair looked at Dean with pity, or as close to pity as the demon could and ever so slowly moved closer and closer to Dean; finely pulling him into a hug. Dean flinched at Alastair being so close and at the demon's touch, but he didn't pull away or fight the demon.

The demon was warm- more than warm, he hot and that heat was seeping into Dean's frozen body. He pressed his face close to Alastair's neck breathing in the air that was being warmed by the demon's body, Dean's lungs felt like they were being cleared. His whole body pressed as close to Alastair's warmth- hell fire or not Dean didn't want to be freezing anymore it was too painful.

Dean could felt the part of him that had been begging for someone or something touch him without hurting him, cry out in pure joy. He didn't care that this touch was coming from Alastair, all he cared about was that he was warm for the first time in days and for the first time in years his body was being touched without being hurt.

Dean was unsure when he had stated to cry. All the time Alastair held him making small cooing sounds of comfort rubbing Dean's back. The crying that has started as small soundless tears soon become full bodied sobs, he was clinging to the demon now- not waiting this comfort to end, the whispers in his head had gone blissfully mute, even the wind seemed to muffled, the pain had almost left his body. For the first time in years Dean didn't hurt in some way.

Reason dug its claws into his mind again and waves of panicked fear washed over his body. He was in Alastair's arms and he wasn't in pain. Something truly horrible was about to happen to him.

Dean forced the sobbing to stop as he let go of the demon and tried to move away. He wasn't surprised when Alastair didn't let go of him- but it didn't help the panic. "Did that help?" The demon cooed into Dean's ear as he nibbling on it. "I was ripping open this cop the other day, and she told me that if you comfort someone, they're more willing to trust you. More likely to spill their guts- it was sort of funny because I had already cut hers out. But I digress, did it work?" the Demon said like someone discussing the weather. Dean was just happy the Demon wasn't licking his ear anymore.

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