So here is chapter 7…I've been on a writing binge lately. The urge to finish this story is very strong. It was supposed to be finished before season 4 started, but obviously that did not happen, so I am integrating different things into the next few chapters to try and follow along with what we already know from season 4 (SPOILER ALERT: season 4).

As soon as Asmodeus had gone, Sam was released. He retrieved his gun and joined Bobby, who was kneeling over the body of the man Asmodeus had been possessing.

"That cowardly sonovabitch hasn't seen the last of me," Sam said, pulling his knife gently from the dead man's back, and wiping the blood from it.

"Take it easy, Sam. You'll have your day with him. Right now we'd better get the hell outta here before those other demons realize there's something wrong and come back." As Bobby spoke, the wind picked up, and black clouds blocked out the moonlight shining through the trees.

"Bobby, get the hell out of here. I got this." Sam gripped the .45 tightly in his hand.

"There's no way I'm leaving you alone, Sam! They'll kill you!"

"You don't need to die, too! This is my fight! Now go!" Sam looked at his older friend with a quiet plea in his eyes. Bobby recognized the look right away, and nodded reluctantly. He turned on his heel and took off into the woods as fast as his feet could take him.

The clouds of smoke converged on Sam and settled to the ground around him. There were five demons, all taking the form of men. The oldest, a man in his late forties with salt-and-pepper hair, stepped forward to face Sam.

"Where's your friend, Sam?" he asked.

"Long gone. You'll never find him."

The demon held out his hand, and Sam dropped to his knees buckling from the pain. As Sam writhed in pain on the ground in front of him, the demon looked up at his two youngest brothers.

"Kane, you and Dimitri find him, and when you do, make sure he dies slowly."

"With pleasure, Alastor," Kane said, and the two vanished. Alastor directed his attention back to Sam.

"My father may not have been able to kill you, Sammy boy, but then he doesn't have the kind of power I do, now does he?" He reached down and grabbed Sam by the neck, yanking him to his feet. "When I'm done with you, you're gonna beg me to put you out of your misery." He threw Sam like a rag doll into a large gravestone, and he fell to the ground in a heap, unconscious.

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When he came to, Sam found himself hanging from the rafters of an old barn. The demons had strung him up by his wrists under the loft. He guessed he'd been hanging there for a while, because he'd lost feeling in his arms from lack of blood flow. Instinct told him to struggle to free himself, and he pulled at the ropes, but Alastor's brothers had tied the ropes around his wrists a few times, to ensure that he couldn't slip out of his restraints. As he thrashed around, a dark figure came out of the shadows. Alastor strutted up to Sam with an ominous confidence about him. In his hand was the knife Sam had planned on killing Asmodeus with.

"Glad to see you've come back to us, Sam. I was afraid I'd killed you for a moment there," he said, smiling the whole time.

"Didn't want to give you the satisfaction," Sam spat back, attempting to let Alastor know he wasn't afraid of what was about to happen.

"The only thing that would give me satisfaction is watching you suffer, Sam." Alastor touched the corner of Sam's eye with the tip of the knife, and started to slice in Sam's face. Sam tried his hardest not to scream as Alastor made an incision down his cheek. Blood seeped from the cut, rolling down Sam's face and neck. Alastor only laughed and made another incision in Sam's bare chest. This time Sam let out a scream that radiated throughout the barn.

"Now tell me, Sam. How were you planning to kill my father? With that pea shooter you call a gun? Maybe this wonderful knife I found in your coat?" he laughed threateningly. "You really thought you were going to do some damage tonight?" He cut into Sam's chest again, and his screams set off a burst of laughter from the demon.

"Actually, I was planning on killing your mother, if the bitch ever came out of hiding." Sam smiled weakly as the words stung Alastor just a bit. In anger, Alastor drove the knife into Sam's shoulder, causing the young hunter to scream out in pain.

"Don't you ever, EVER speak ill of my mother." He pulled the knife out and punched Sam in the face, just because he could. "I could kill you right now, Winchester, but I'm having too much fun torturing you." Alastor came at him again with the knife, and made a large incision near Sam's stomach. He continued to torture Sam with the knife, slicing into his skin slowly, and taking in every scream that escaped Sam's lips. Sam could feel his body weakening from blood loss, and struggled to stay conscious. He didn't want to give Alastor the satisfaction of killing him while he was unconscious. Alastor noticed his captive's fight for consciousness, and stopped the torture.

"This knife is boring me. There's got to be something more fun than carving you up." He wiped the blade on Sam's face, smearing blood everywhere. "Hang around for a while, Sammy. I'll be back soon." Alastor turned on his heel and instantaneously vanished into a cloud of black smoke, just as Sam lost his fight for consciousness, and fell into his own darkness.