Disclaimer: I don't own Dean, though, as every other fan girl agrees, i wish i did. I don't own any of the things involving supernatual, but the spine tingling is all me.
I owe this to Liz who still seems to be the only person i can write these for. and Yes, Liz i finally posted the next one.
Not for the weak at heart. sorry no pun intended (you'll see). Enjoy!
In the Mirror of Your Eyes
"Welcome back, welcome back. Dear boy. Where did we leave off? Ah yes, we made it to the razor wire last time. That was fun. I can still hear that muffled scream you let out as the wire clipped your tibia. If the scars remained on your body, damn, you'd be a work of art. Your choice today? I used the wire, the searing metal poker, ah what else... That lovely little hack saw... Well the rest don't matter, I have no problem trying them again. Come on, take your pick?" Dean's flat green eyes reflected the burning sky. "Still won't talk. Please." Alistair waited with calm ease. "No, well that is expected. I have another lovely treat for you today... The idea came to me while I carved into a crying rapist. His face was so disfigured, and I thought to myself… that was a powerful effect from something as simple as acid. Well, we have plenty of sulfur down here, so I figured why not? Good choice eh?"
Dean swallowed roughly. That was all the answer Alistair was going to get. The demon set a bowl down and dipped a finger in. The black digit swirled through the acid and smoked. A smell of decaying flesh dominated the sulfurous fog. Alistair removed the sizzling finger and licked the acid from it with a withering grey tongue. "Tastes like Mom's home cooked meal." Smoking teeth grinned out of boiling skin.
The finger glided through the acid again. The heavy liquid rested contentedly on Alistair's molten flesh. The harsh nail stroked Dean's shoulder trailing a line of burning flesh. Dean's muscles twitched and the skin boiled. A grimace spread across Dean's face, but his voice was strengthened with new resolve. He would not be broken. Dean wouldn't allow himself to give in.
Alistair produced a syringe made of beautifully carved crystal. The slim figures rested in graceful poses, leaving the taste of divinity in the air. The grinning demon slid the polished silver needle under the surface of the liquid. Burn fingers pulled back the plunger, flooding the syringe with acid. The figures twisted into depictions of Alistair's victims. Dean could almost hear the screams of the bloody, broken bodies.
A drop of acid struck Dean's stomach, as the demon depressed the plunger. His breathing accelerated, and his chin quivered. The acid drilled through his abs, exposing the organs within with an animalistic drive. Another drop in the hole and his stomach became an oven of boiling chemical burns. Alistair propelled the thick liquid through Dean. The acid eviscerated him from within, making a melted liquid of his internal flesh. Blood flooded Dean's mouth as he bit his tongue against the cry crawling up his throat. Not a sound this time. No matter what happened. Dean wouldn't make a sound. He swallowed swiftly, metallic flavor coating his throat.
"Oh. That was a wonderful idea. I'll be sure to thank that rapist." Alistair added another drop, pushing it further into the ruin of Dean's stomach. Dean twitched and swallowed again. The acid spread through his intestines and reached his back. The next drop burned through the edge of his spine searing the bone. His burning flesh smoked excessively; the air became tangled with the smell. Dean gagged and swallowed the blood in his mouth. The acid hit the table. "I think i see through you now. Quiet easily. Wasn't much to see through, actually… you seem quite hollow. You're very simple. Don't get me wrong we can progress much faster with all your issues bubbling to the top with such speed. All that attention you craved from your father and never received. I can give that to you. Be my student, my second in command. I can see potential in you... No? Well then." Alistair bent down to look through the hole. "What a beautiful sight. You even smell like Mom's cooking. Yummy."
The demon took Dean's hand in a compassionate embrace. "I do hope you will get better soon. I have the medicine you need to get better. Don't worry, I'll save you," Alistair whispered as if Dean were a dying family member. The drawl deepened as the demon tried to add drama to his words. The cold silver slid into the vein on the back of Dean's hand. His limp fingers twitched against the charred demon flesh. The twitch became a shiver that ran its way to Dean's frantically beating heart.
The plunger slid gently over the fallen figures, injecting the cursed fluid into Dean's right hand. His whole body went rigid as his heart betrayed him, pumping the acid through his body. Laughter echoed in the nothingness of Hell. Alistair danced around the table and held Dean's face between his long-fingered hands. The dramatic voice returned as Alistair breathed, "now that you have had your medicine, you can get better. You have to. I have a job for you. I need your mind. I need your insight. I need your strength. I need your heart. Dean Winchester, I need you to join me."
Dean cringed in a noiseless cry of pain. The charred nails dug into his face as Alistair willed him to scream. Brilliant green eyes gazed into an abyss of black and deepened with his will to oppose the demon. Dean forced himself to close his mouth. The scream now entered his eyes and he squeezed them shut against his shuddering
"I haven't heard a peep out of you yet," the theatrics had disappeared,, only to be replaced by annoyance. "I miss your voice. Please. One moan. One groan. One whimper. Pretty please with acid on top." Dean ignored his tormenter's pleading, trying desperately to forget the acid coursing through his veins. He wasn't giving anything up; he had promised himself that he wouldn't. "No?" The demon hand sizzled in the acid, wholly and completely submerged. "You won't even whisper?" The dripping hand rose up over Dean, drops falling across his chest. "Then I am not sorry for this." The hand struck Dean's chest. He flexed his fingers and drove the acid deep into the flesh and bone around Dean's heart. Dean gasped violently. "Your flesh, it is sizzling loudly. I can't hear you. Do you want this to end?"
The fingers slowly descended through the destroyed flesh. "You won't give me your heart? Then I will take it as a prize." Demon flesh struck the beating heart. Dean gasped and shook with the burning sensation. His lungs seemed to melt and wouldn't hold the air Dean tried to breathe in. Even with his resolve breaking Dean snapped his jaw shut and let the pain shake his body. "Nothing. Oh, dear boy. Why must you do this? Every time I get close you just push me away."
Dean's green eyes deepened further; the reflection of the endlessly burning sky attempted to consume the shocking color. "I'll see you for our next session." Alistair's fingers closed on Dean' enraged tissue and the beating slowed. Eventually Dean stopped seizing against the demon's hand as the slowing beat of his heart failed to break the silence, but Dean was a fighter. The melted flesh of his heart returned to its natural place, and every wound dissolved back into the perfect canvas Alistair loved to destroy. "Always difficult. I can change that."