The door opened and Mike was pushed through it and landed on the floor with a loud thud. He knew better than to try to get up so he just laid there and tried to not show them the tears that wanted to flow. But they had other plans for him.

"Get up," said Sam. But Mike didn't move. He wished to the heavens that Gabriel would save him this time, or that guy he felt a connection with at the karaoke bar. But he knew he wouldn't come. He never came.

"I said get up," said Sam as he pulled Mike up by his hair while Noah kneed him in the stomach causing Mike to fall back down. This time Noah pulled Mike up by his hair as Sam punch Mike in the face.

Blood started to drip from Mike's mouth. Oh how he wanted to whip it away, but knew it was pointless. They were far from done and there would be plenty more where that came from. It was then that Mike noticed that Sam's and Noah's eyes were pitch black.

"Was wondering how long it would take for your true natures to show themselves. Usually takes longer than this. I must have really pissed you off back there with doing another song. Fucking demons." With that Mike spit some blood at the two.

Mike knew that he was pretty much egging them on to start the beating he was sure to receive, but he didn't care. His faith in everything was slipping fast, and he just didn't care anymore. All he needed to know was that as long as he stayed strong and kept fighting, he wouldn't die. The gift he was given from heaven wouldn't allow it.

"Someone must want to be hurt," said Sam with a smile.

"I think he is starting to like it," said Noah with a smile that matched his friends.

Twenty minutes. Twenty minutes of torture and rape is what Mike, and consequently Dean, had to endure. Blood was the lubricant used and Mike's screams of pain were like ecstasy to them that kept them going. The only thing that kept Mike going was Dean's face. He didn't know why, but he couldn't get Dean out of his mind.

Mike has been beaten and raped almost every day since the demons found him a year ago. They would tell him every time that if he gave into them, that they would stop, but he never did. Instead he prayed to Gabriel for help. But nothing. He hadn't seen him since right before the Demons came.

Mike was orphaned when he was five do to a fire and sent to a religious family who forced him to pray and go to a catholic school. But he couldn't pray to God. After what had happened he couldn't do it. Why would God take away his family and spare him? So he chose someone else to pray to. Gabriel.

He prayed to Gabriel every day. He didn't ask for anything. He just did it so he had someone to talk to. His therapist had diagnosed him with antisocial personality disorder, but Mike didn't care. To him, he had a friend. One who listened to him and was always there.

His adoptive parents didn't really care too much since he was praying and got good grades in school. They never cared about him at all. Mike wondered why they even adopted him if they didn't care.

One day during Mike's sophomore year in high school, Mike was praying to Gabriel like usual, except this time he came.