WARNING: Graphic torture in this chapter.
"I'm guessing that's a demon." I sighed loud enough only for my brothers to hear.
We were immediately rushed by other demons; two each for Dean and Sam and one for me. They dragged us along behind the woman into a shaded building that looked to be an old storage area. Even as we struggled and fought the demons were able to push us into chairs. I felt a pull in my gut and realized I couldn't move when I tried to lift my arm to hit the demon standing behind me. I looked over to my brothers; they were obviously having the same issue. I hated demons, I really did. The woman came over to me and bent close to my face,
"It's nice to see you again, Aidan." she smiled. I knew that...
"Meg," I said cooly.
"That's right." she laughed, "I missed you guys." and trailed a finger along my arm.
I tried to jerk it away without any success, "Don't touch me bitch." I spat.
Meg grabbed a handful of hair and pulled my head back, "That's not very nice."
"Hey!" Dean shouted to get her attention, "Get your skank hands off my sister!"
Meg strutted over to him, "Dean-o, I don't think you're in any position to be demanding anything."
Dean put on his best smartass smirk, "Well why don't you let me up and we'll just see what position we can get into."
Meg put her hand on his cheek and scratched, "Nope!" she said in a high voice, playing.
"What do you want, Meg?" Sam finally spoke up.
"Ah, Sammy," she sighed loudly walking her fingers across the back of his neck, "I want world peace."
"That's so funny." I commented dryly. I received a sharp slap for that. My tongue found blood at the corner of my mouth, "Wow," I panted, "that stung a bit." and then smiled at her.
Her hand wrapped around my throat and squeezed, "I'm tired of playing with you child." Meg pushed herself away by my throat, "Here's the deal, kids; we need one of you down in the pit."
"In hell?" Sam asked in disbelief. "What for?"
"Now, Sammy, I can't go telling you all our secrets." she tried at a seductive smirk. It made my stomach twist. "Problem is we need your permission- it's the rules."
"Well," Dean sighed, "there's no way in hell we're gonna say yes so you can shove it, bitch."
Meg laughed, "Oh, yes, one of you will." She nodded to the demon standing behind Sam. "You see, humans will agree to a lot of things when they're being tortured. And, I think I'll start with Sammy here."
Two demons hustled Sam into a room off the one we were sitting in. Me and Dean struggled against the invisible force that was holding us to the chairs, "I swear if you hurt him!" Dean threatened as Meg walked back to the room.
A minute later we heard Sam screaming, I don't mean like he was scared, I'm talking about the blood-curdling-come-from-the-pit-of-your-stomach screaming. "Sam!" I yelled violently thrashing around.
I knew if Sam was screaming in pain then something really horrible was being done to him. We were raised to take pain, it was part of our everyday lives. Hell! We even stitched each other up after a bad hunt! Sam screamed for what seemed like hours; I closed my eyes and tried to do anything to block out the sound. Dean was next to me yelling for Sam and calling the demons every name he could think of while simutaneously threatening to kill each of them. Finally, I couldn't hear Sam anymore,
"Dean!" I shouted to shut him up, "I don't hear, Sam."
A demon dragged a lifeless Sam out and dumped him on the floor. "That's because Sammy can't talk right now." Meg sighed in complete contentment.
"Sam!" I called trying to get something out of him. He didn't move. Even from where I was sitting I could see he was badly beaten and bleeding.
Meg strolled over to us with her black eyed guards following, "I think I'll take 'lil sis now."
I looked over to Dean and saw the worry in his eyes beneath the anger, "Take me!" he offered.
"Dean, no!" I shook my head. "Bring it, bitch." I dared Meg. She smiled at me as the two demons grabbed me. As we passed Sam I took a better look seeing that he was, in fact, breathing, "He's alive!" I shouted to Dean.
The demon pushed me into the room, I noticed blood spilled on the floor. God, please let Sam be ok, I closed my eyes and silently prayed. "Aidan, honey, I think you should save yourself a whole lot of hurt and just say yes." Meg said while circling around me.
"Bite me." I answered between clenched teeth.
She shrugged her shoulders, "Your blood."
Meg started out slapping and punching me, just teasing. I'd taken punches before, they're never easy, but being hit by a demon felt like being hit with a brick. I felt skin open up under the pressure on my face and felt warm liquid. By the time she was done with my face my right eye was so swollen I could barely see out of it. She continued to punch me in the stomach breaking a few ribs. I was on my knees, doubled over trying to catch my breath, when a demon picked me up and slammed me down on the table in the middle of the room. I was laid on my back with my left arm extended out on the table. I watched as Meg twirled a thick pipe in her hand like a baton and took my wrist in a firm grasp. I knew what was going to happen even before she brought the pipe above her head and then with a growl slammed it down on the middle of my arm. After I heard the thwack! I felt the bone actually crunch. I couldn't keep in the animalistic shriek that errupted from my lungs and out through my laughed and the pipe came down again. The agony was unbearable. She let go of my arm and I rolled on my side taking in big gulps of air as the nasuea washed through me. Through the ringing in my ears I could hear Dean screaming my name.
"Say yes!" Meg barked in my ear. She didn't know how much I wanted to but Winchesters didn't give in. Tears streamed down my face but I kept my mouth closed. "Fine." she huffed clearly getting frustrated.
She repeated with the pipe but to my leg just below my knee. I screamed again as I felt the familiar pain shoot through my entire leg like fire. After Meg was satisfied with the pipe she was handed a hunting knife,
"I know where to poke without hitting anything vital." she teased and licked the blade. "Say yes." she tried one more time.
"Go to hell." I whispered faintly.
Meg wasn't lying, she knew where to stab. I felt the blade slip into my shoulder just below my collar bone. I yelled. I yelled for Sam and Dean, for God, my dad, anybody to help me until my lungs ached and burned. After the third stab my vision shifted in and out and I become mercifully numb. I felt my body floating and realized I was being carried out of the room before I was dumped beside Sam. I opened my eyes enough to see Sam's eyes were partially open and he was still breathing. I tried to reach out for him but my mangled arm wouldn't move. I closed my eyes but opened them again when I heard Dean being shuffled past,
"Aidan!" he called. I could hear the fear in his voice, I wanted to tell him I was ok, instead my eyes closed again.
In and out of consciousness I heard the sound of Dean being tortured, his voice hoarse. I drifted off again. I woke up to find myself sitting up in the chair I was in before along with my brothers. Sam was still unconscious bleeding heavily from his head and chest. Dean's face was disfigured; his nose was broken, eyes swollen, and his right cheekbone wasn't shaped correctly. His head was bobbing like he was trying to keep himself from falling into the darkness.
"Dean?" I whispered his name which was barely audible.
"Hm," he groaned.
"What is it with you Winchesters?" Meg growled. She went to grab Sammy but I stopped her,
"Wait!" I knew my brothers or myself would'nt survive any more. "You can have me, just stop."
Dean ignoring the pain it caused whipped his head in my direction, "No, Aidan!"
"Looks like we got a winner!" Meg cheered with the other demons. She snatched me up from the chair and I felt my broken body break all over again, but it didn't matter. Nothing mattered anymore; I was going to die. She put the knife to my throat,
"Please," Dean sobbed breaking down.
"It's ok, Dean." I lied bravely my own tears spilling over. "I love you guys. Tell Sammy." and then I felt the blade slice through my throat.
AN: I have a playlist that goes with this story. I listen to it and it gets me in the "mood", so if you would like to know the songs let me know and i'll list them with the next post!
-Fox
