"Awww, are we having a love-fest in here? Can't have that, now can we?" Holly coos as she reenters the room. "Now, what I have here is something totally delightful. Its rats, see?"

She holds out the cage so that Sam and Dean can look inside. In the confines of the cage twists and turns two rats, their whip like tails thrashing back and forth and their jelly toes clicking on the cage's base.

"You remember rat torture, don't you Dean?" Holly screeches, her laugh icy cold and malevolent, "The base of the cage is removed and the top is heated so the rat gets out the only way it can…through you!"

Both Winchesters shudder and Sam redoubles his efforts to escape without Holly noticing. But she is far to absorbed in her own little vendetta to notice.

"Man, do I wish I was actually in ME, my body. Of course, we're not all gifted to come back into our own like Deanie-boy here. I hate this god-awful meatsuit. It reeks of fear and resistance. Plus, it's damn frustrating to hear the faint noise of screaming and pushing in the back of your mind. But no matter, I manage." Holly says, and she places the cage lightly on Dean, pulling out the base. She grabs up the poker once more, only this time she holds it close to the rat, which begins to frantically claw at Dean's stomach. Dean screams in pain and fear as the skin is torn away from his body and the rat begins to hit muscle.

Suddenly, it seems as if a storm has erupted outside the building. The walls of the hotel shake from the force of the wind and lightning flashes across the sky. The door bursts open and Castiel steps inside the room.

"What have we got here?" Holly questions innocently.

"The end of this. Leave now, or I will be forced to take action," Castiel's voice thunder's throughout the room. Holly is unfazed by this, however, and she turns to Sam with malicious intent.

"Enough." Castiel moves quickly and presses his palm to her forehead. White hot rays of pure energy and light pour out of the host's eyes and mouth. The force of this shakes her body to its core and both host and the demon Holly fall to the ground, dead.

The angel quickly grabs the cage and the rat off of Dean and makes fast work of the bindings for both brothers, who are still suffering from the effects of the drug Holly gave them.

"What took you so long, Cas?" Dean questions between chattering teeth as shock starts to set in.

"I could not help until it was certain that you were in mortal peril."

Castiel places his hand once again on a forehead, this time with the intent to heal. First Dean, and then Sam are made whole again. At least in body. Silence still weighs heavily on the room as the brothers pack up their gear and head to the Impala. It's another night on the road and Dean is already preparing as if a hunt is imminent.

"Dude, you want to take it easy?" Sam questions, aware that Dean is still suffering from the fact that Holly was a soul he'd tortured in hell. Sam could hardly believe it either. The things she'd said…it made his skin crawl. "We don't have to go and find a place to sleep tonight. We can go for a while. Maybe find Bobby, he just left us, and I know…"

Sam's voice was cut off by Dean's gruff response, "I don't want to talk about it right now, ok, Sam?" Dean couldn't bear another moment of thinking about what he'd done to Holly and thousands of other souls in hell. How he'd even enjoyed it. It was terrible and he didn't want to sleep, to hear the screams. He didn't want to feel the torture he endured either, the grinding of bones into power, the crush of his skull, the snapping of his neck, the spilling of his insides, and more.

Plus, he could relate to Holly. He wants to kill Alistair just as much as she wanted to kill him. Maybe more. And he'd made her what she is today. He just thanks God that tonight, he didn't have to try and kill the monster he created.

No, he couldn't deal with that tonight. He had to forget, because remembering hurt too much.

The Impala's speed increases as Dean pushes these thoughts from his mind, Sam a worried passenger, unsure of what to say or do, and wondering what Dean will do when he finds out HIS secret. The darkness of the night presses in on the Winchester's, hiding their sins and sorrows. For now.