Hello my friends! Sorry about the wait. Life... Ya it sucks sometimes. Only 8 more days of school and stuff. Also I felt obligated to finish my older story first and this chapter might suck. So I apologize again.
So that Saracen I was talking about... I know it doesn't fit, but it's better when you read his voice with a Jamaican accent. It seems fitting. Thanks to those who helped me come up with torture ideas. I love ya!
Note: I am semi-not evil so there will be a lot less blood. If you want use your imagination and pump it up a bit. Also, to Sam fans, I love him, but I can't hurt him (badly), because I feel like I understand Dean better. Much love though. :)
Disclaimer: Mine. WRONG! Not mine.
Warnings: This chapter contains some intense scenes or things I would deem as 'hmmmmm' So you have been warned...
"So before we get into all the boring adult stuff, I need a little info. Who wants to go first?"
"Oh I will," Dean volunteered, "Umm... your an awful uncle"
"Hmmmm, well that was a good try. I actually need you to tell me something I don't know."
The tent fell silent, save for the sound of Crowley's sighs. The three were pinning him with glares and seemingly unhelpful.
"Fine. I guess your Daddy never taught you boys to respect your elders and it looks like you need to be taught a lesson."
"Alby!" Crowley called. The three prisoners paled as the monstrous Saracen entered. "Say farewell to your brother Sammy. It's gonna be a while before you see him again." With that Alby punched Sam in the jaw, rendering him limp. He was then slung over a shoulder and carried out.
"Don't you dare touch him! I'll kill you!" Dean shouted as he and Cas were squirming in their chains.
"Now, now kitten. If you keep moving you'll bleed yourself to death before we can have any fun."
Castiel shot a glance at Dean. Definitely not good. He was unhealthily white and having trouble breathing. The wounds were bleeding much less than they should be. Cas knew the extent of battle injuries, he just hoped that it wasn't an infection or anything worse. Dean had never known it, but it was his job to take care of him. A special task assigned by the king himself. Whatever it takes, keep my boy safe. One would think that sending your reckless heirs into battle wouldn't be very safe. The challenge was a welcome one.
He might not be, but Castiel felt as an older brother, set to protect his sibling. Not even this Crowley could stop him. If he thought he could hurt Dean and get away with it, he had another thing coming.
Crowley was getting irritable. Maybe more than irritable.
Dean had been silent except for a few groans of pain here and there. After all, the blade he was using was rather dull. The first side-effect of the poison was hallucinations and it would be setting in soon. It was rather insidious, but definitely effective. Everything was in place. All he needed now was the attention of the king. And if anything could get it, it would be his hostages.
Castiel on the other hand, was anything but silent. He'd shouted, yelled, and begged for Crowley to leave Dean alone. To be honest, his piteous cries were driving Crowley mad to the point where he had him gagged.
Castiel was up pulling on the restraints and shouting muffled curses as Crowley cut Dean again. "Never shuts up does he?" Crowley gripped Dean's face tightly and forced the glazed eyes to look at him. Dancing the tip of the knife adjacent to one of the previous cuts, he said, "Let's try again shall we? Where is the castle's safe haven?"
But Dean wasn't looking at him. He had lost his defiant look and began to turn vacant. Hallucinations are finally setting in.
Crowley studided his face to make certain, and then hacked the rope holding Dean up. He collapsed bonelessly to the ground with a resounding thud. "See you soon my lovelys."
Cas had passed worried a long time ago, but when Dean started talking to his father, that was scary as hell.
"Dad? ... Dad? ..." Just as quickly Dean's face twisted from confusion to sadness and hurt. "No I'm sorry... I tried... Just wanna... make you proud... It's my fault." Dean fell into a restless unconsciousness, with tear tracks sliding through the blood and dirt on his face.
Cas didn't know what burned him more. The fact that Dean was having hallucinations and wasn't awake, or the words he had admitted involuntarily.
The rest of the day was absolutely unproductive with Dean. He'd gotten screams and glares, but zero help. Nothing seemed to be working. He'd tried dunking him in salt water, which resulted in resurfacing painful cuts and a very upset Castiel. Dean was lost once, until a well placed punch had him throwing up all the water.
"You know what? ... I don't want to know. It doesn't matter anyway."
"Why?" Dean's voice sounded small and terrible.
"Ahhhh he speaks. Well kid, I hate to break it to ya, but you and your brother have poison flowing through your veins. Your daddy is gonna choose which one of you he wants, or he can have you both and give back the land he took." Looking at the two sets of confused eyes he added, "And the one he doesn't choose will die choking on their own blood next to Cassie over here."
Castiel's eyes met with Dean's and widened in fear. Crowley chuckled at the look.
"I suppose I should tell you about the poison. It's a specialty, named 'hellfire.' First it causes hallucinations, then fatigue, and finally excruciating pain. Especially if you already have injuries," he said smirking at Dean. "Let's see what Johnny loves more shall we, little Sammy, the heir to the throne, or his power?"
What or who will John choose?
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