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Sam heard a commotion from the cell next to him. "Mike, you alright?"

"oh he's fine sugar, don't you worry about him just taking a little walk. Be back for you in a minute, k?"

Sam was not okay with that. He was also not okay with the demon constantly calling him sugar, but he knew the demon did not really care what he thought so he just grunted in response and waited his turn. Sure enough, moments later his cell was swung open and he was pinned helpless face-first against the wall. His hands were forcefully pushed together and he could do nothing to prevent them being cuffed together.

"Follow me"

"Where are you taking me?"

"Just thought you might want to see your brother"

At that Sam's heart dropped. Dean was here? That was a good thing right? He snuck a furtive glance at his captor. No that was definitely not a good thing. He followed the demon down one hallway and then another. They had made so many twists and turns Sam was beginning to lose track of how to get back to where he had started – not that he was sure getting back to where they had just came from would come in handy anyway, but it was second-nature to track these things when captured – when finally the demon threw open a large dank room and pushed him into it. The door slammed shut behind him and the demon didn't follow him in. What was that about? He righted himself and was instantly distracted by the lump running towards him.

"Sammy are you okay?"

Sam blinked. It took him a full second to understand that the huddled figure that had just charged him was not his other captor, but Dean – a bruised, bloodied, and possibly concussed version of Dean, but still Dean. He swept his eyes over Dean and made a mental assessment.

"Am I okay?", he scoffed, "you're the one who looks like shit Dean"

"What did they do to you?" Dean demanded, clearly not taking Sam's assurance that he was fine.

"Nothing, Dean, really. Just been sitting in a cell for the last couple of hours. Fed me breakfast and everything."

Dean glared at him for a moment, and Sam knew he was trying to decide whether or not to believe him. "Really Dean, I'm fine."

He saw Dean visibly relax at his words, and with it all adrenaline seemed to seep out of him instantaneously and he looked like any second he might have trouble remaining standing. Sam knew better than to offer a hand but took a half a step closer should he need to provide support. Dean looked over at Sam and Sam returned the look and shrugged. He had no more idea than his brother as to what they were doing here and what was coming next.

At that moment blood-curdling scream could be heard from not far away. Dean winced. What the fuck was that? He took at step back and looked Sam over once again to make sure he hadn't been lying about being tortured. He didn't see anything to prove him wrong. Before he had a chance to ask if Sam had any idea who had made that God-awful noise, Dean and Sam were separated by an invisible force. Looked like their demon friend was back.

"You leave Sam alone you freak" he screamed instantly.

"I wouldn't worry about your brother Dean, this is about you."

Strangely enough, that threat made him feel better not worse. Apparently his demeanor showed that and the demon chuckled to himself as though Dean had missed a joke. "Brothers" the demon said to himself and shook his head before looking up at Dean. "But this isn't about brothers. This isn't about anything but you. And well, it has a little bit to do with the man in the other room. I think you might have heard him a little while ago, no?"

Dean struggled to move forward, but couldn't, so he just settled for giving him the most menacing glare possible.

"I've come to make you an offer"

Dean didn't bother gracing him with a response. He just kept right on glaring at this ass-hole of a demon. He vaguely heard Sam starting an exorcism behind him and mentally kicked himself for not thinking of that himself.

"I've come to make you an offer" the demon repeated. He didn't seem fazed by Sam's words and that scared the hell out of Dean. Well, not literally, Dean wished something could scare the hell out of him because then it wouldn't be inside him haunting him and twisting his gut at every turn.

The Demon turned his arm so he could see the binding link carved into his arm"I won't torture the man in the other room any more if I get to torture you instead. Except, twice as worse"

Dean stared at him in disbelief. It was the exact opposite of offer he had listened to every single day in the pit. As the demon's eyes bore into him waiting for an answer, Dean had a feeling the demon already knew that. "Yes"

"Dean" he heard Sam protest from the other side of the room.

"Yes" he repeated. To him, this wasn't even a question.

"Oh goodie"

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