A/N: Own nothing about Supernatural.

First of all, I am so so so so sorry for the delay! I was so busy during this week! And, thank you so much for the patience, for staying with me and for the LOVELY reviews!

Chapter 10 – The rack

Dean was dragged across the dirty, smelly corridor once again, passing through the other victims trapped there. He wished so much he could just punch those guards and open all the cell doors. That scene, plus that death smell, the dried blood smell, entered his nostrils and almost made Dean sick, he felt like throwing up. Never the bitter scent of blood got his stomach so upset before. Nevertheless, Dean never imagined he'd end up being tortured by Inquisition. If one of is arms wasn't broken, if he wasn't too weak, tired, sleepy, hungry and this list could go on, he'd surely try to give those guards and especially the bishop what they deserved.

Some of the victims there looked a lot worse than he did. They were skinny, full of bruises, cuts, bloodied clothes. Their eyes showed nothing else but emptiness, maybe madness or desperation. Perhaps, deep down, they didn't even have a conscious anymore, when the pain is too much to put up with, we manage our ways to escape from physical suffering. It's not exactly giving up, or surrendering, it's simply about surviving, or waiting for death, in a comfortable place, inside your mind, hidden from any one else.

Dean himself had done that many times, not for the same purposed of those people. Who never did that once in a while? Use a song, a book, a consolation thought to get your mind some place else? Where only you know how to get, you're the only one allowed there. You could focus on that place for hours, even sleep thinking about it, when you come back to your reality, things might be calm and you move on. Yes, Dean used to do that a lot, whenever his brother and his father decided to fight and scream at each other for hours. His Impala, his baby and all his songs, the blessed tapes, those were his way to escape from all the yelling. Dean would just get inside his car, close the door and put on some music; very loud…his car became his personal time machine, his temple.

The guards led him to a loathing room, almost the same size as the one Jackie had been left in. It wasn't much different, just more disgusting. Dean caught the sight of the bishop's idea of giving him a chance to regret, that idea sent chills down his spine, made his stomach twist in repugnance. Still that wasn't the worst fate, the worst method Inquisition had been able to come up with. The bishop had decided to use The Rack.

The Rack was an instrument of torture often used in the Middle Ages, and a popular means of extricating confession. The victim was tied across a board by their ankles and wrists, rollers at either end of the board were turned by pulling the body in opposite directions until dislocation of every joint occurred. Dean would experience something like eight strong contortions in his limbs, namely, two of the fleshy parts of the arms above the elbows, and two below; one on each thigh, and also on the legs.

One broken arm wasn't good enough apparently. Although the Rack was more used for confession, it would be also quite useful, accordingly to the bishop, to change Dean's mind about his sins, it was a persuasive, effective way to obtain fast results.

"Come on…you guys never heard about alcohol? Drunken people do whatever you tell them to do…I wouldn't mind if you wanted to try that". Dean used his sarcasm to hide his fear, truth was, that thing in front of him looked just as worse as the other torture he was submitted to, it looked just as painful. His muscles tightened and the vomit sensation was there again.

"Prepare him". The bishop ordered coldly.

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Still in Colin's house, the boys were sitting in the couch, staring at floor, thinking about what they had just heard; Colin had opened another bottle of wine and was slowly drinking it, not to get drunk, but to calm down. The recent news came to Sam like a bomb; they were definitely running out of time, he had to do something right now. He wasn't exactly sure how he'd help his brother and Jackie, he had the amulet and the spell, the transportation to 2006 was ready. If his shining would work the way he wanted, at least this once, so he could send some guards flying across the room and reach his brother, it'd be so good, and so easy. For the Winchesters nothing was ever easy.

"We can't just burst into the place, we'll get caught too". Mike said calming Sam down. Dean had told Mike once that Sam was impulsive; he was led by the heat of the moment and didn't give a second thought about his attitudes sometimes. He was willing to get inside a burning house if necessary, Dean had seen it happening. Mike had no responsibility at all to look out for Sam, still he felt like a sort of big brother for Sam as well. Dean had saved Jackie's ass so many times and taken care of her, he felt grateful for that, Dean had protected his little sister and now he could do the same.

"You're giving me a headache…or maybe this wine is…" Colin said, trying to break the tension between them.

"We can't wait until sunrise, it'll be too risky and our chances to help them won't the best either". Sam pointed it out. "We have to get inside, and get them out before tomorrow morning, so what do you suggest?"

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Dean had been tied to the torture device. He already could feel his other arm breaking, as well as his legs. The bishop approached him; in his eyes Dean could see pure satisfaction. If the bishop thought he was doing God's work or just his own work, Dean didn't know, either ways, the bishop did it all in the name of God.

"I suppose I don't need to explain for you how this thing works right?" The bishop asked smiling evilly.

"Actually you do, how about you give a long, detailed explanation. I'm kinda slow sometimes". Dean said, mocking the bishop of course. Indeed he wouldn't mind sleeping over a long explanation and delay the inevitable. "Some snacks would be fine too, I love chatting and eating". Dean concluded grinning.

The bishop returned the grin, just as sarcastic as Dean's. "This is simple father, I have to make sure you will agree with me tomorrow, and this is how I'll achieve what I wish. Collaborate with me and your life can get better…challenge me and your life will turn into a living hell". The bishop said as matter of factly.

"Collaborate and suffer…less but still suffer or…don't collaborate and suffer anyway…gee, what a hard decision. How about a third option? You let me out and we both go on with our lives?" Dean couldn't hold himself; his tongue had gained a life of its own. He was controlling his anger, his fear, by doing that, using irony.

"Have it your way, I'm not the prisoner here David, you are".

"For the last time, I'm not David, I'm not a priest! My name is Dean. D.E.A.N! Dean! You're making a big mistake! The guy you want, the guy who should be here, taking my place is somewhere laughing at you, free to do what he wants while I'm taking all the blame!"

The bishop shook his head in disproval. "Let's not waste more time, guess the situation is affecting his brain, and not in the way I wished it was".

The guards approached the rollers of the Rack. "David, you have betrayed your vows, people's trust, my trust. You ashamed the holy church and sinned against God…"

"Gee, is that all?" Dean interrupted.

"My question is…do you regret all this?"

"Will you let me go if I say yes?" Dean asked, not taking the bishop seriously. The bishop nods his head to the guards, who turn the rollers, puling Dean's body, making him let out a loud moan. A huge pain runs through him, specially his already broken arm.

His body was quite stretched before they decided to turn the rollers, any inch pulled, meant a wave of pain It wouldn't take much before his arms and legs were indeed dislocated. The ropes tied tightly around his wrists and ankles, were almost like a freaking tourniquet, so tight it was. His wrists and ankles started bleeding, they had been already hurt in the other room and now it got worse. Every inch of his body ached; his headache was like loud music, not the good ones, throbbing inside his brain.

"I'll take that as a no". Dean said through his heavy breathing. 'Son of a bitch!'

"You must regret this in your heart David. Ask God forgiveness. How can you feel no remorse?" The bishop spoke raising his voice now, in a authoritarian way.

"Let me see…I'm not torturing or killing anyone, on the other hand…you are. Don't you feel any remorse?" Dean asked again, the same way as before, using irony. He knew that by using that the bishop would just keep going with that, but breaking the bishop, making him angry was so worth it, Dean wanted to hit a nerve on the man. If he was going down, if Sam didn't find him in time, at least he'd go with style, pissing people off.

To Dean's words the bishop nodded his head again, and again the guards turned the roller, stretching Dean's body even more, causing him to let out another moan, louder this time, almost a discrete scream.

He thought this time he'd hear something breaking, but there was no such sound yet. Every turn of the roller, he expected to hear it. His chest felt tighter and his heart was beating faster. Dean squeezes his eyes shut and focus on his breathing, tries to calm down and think about anything else but the pain.

"I wonder how much your body can take". The man said threatening Dean.

"Curiosity killed the cat bishop. A little mystery never hurt anyone".

"You think you're so smart, don't you?" The bishop was pacing from one side to the other, Dean followed him with his eyes, and the man looked intrigued. Any other person would be begging by now, regretting their sins, asking forgiveness, but not Dean…he was joking around, challenging the man. The bishop no longer knew that person in front of him, the David he knew should be feeling guilty by now, he wasn't a man of great sense of humor either, the thought of that man not being David, but in fact this guy Dean he claimed to be, passed through his mind. 'It can't be, he's delusional'. The bishop soon forgot about the crazy theory, that suggestion was absurd.

"I won't disagree with you on the smart part". Dean said pouting. He was decided not to give in.

"Smart people take my advices". The bishop came very close to Dean's face. "You don't want to die by sunrise, I believe. So why do you make it all so hard? I'm trying to save your soul David. All you have to do is regret and ask forgiveness, I just need you to really mean it…I don't care what it'll take, but you'll take my advice". Not giving the chance for Dean to say anything else, the bishop made another gesture and the guards pulled the rollers once again, making Dean let out a scream, a loud scream, filled with sorrow.

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Jackie was not a big fan of the dark. Evil creatures used the dark to hide themselves, even though she was alone in her cell, she still felt as if she was being observed. Her whole body was shuddering with that thought.

The cold cell helped to numb her pain, not a big help, but it was better than nothing.

The waiting to know what the hell was happening was the worse. She was almost believing Mike and Sam had been caught as well. Jackie had already lost one brother for evil; she didn't wanna lose another, because of man's ignorance. Yet, the hope of being rescued decreased every hour that passed.

The dead silence from her cell was suddenly broken, by a loud scream…Dean's scream. He was so weak when the guards dragged him out of there, for him to yell so loud, something very bad had to be happening. Dean's cell was quite distant from hers, and his scream echoed through the corridor, reaching the other prisoners cells.

Jackie shut her eyes and hangs her head low. "Dean…what are they doing to you… what is gonna happen to us?" She wondered alone. What bothered her the most was that, Dean helped her so many times, and there was nothing she could do to help him now.

That's it for chapter 10 ;) hope you liked, don't be shy and leave a review, please they are very very much appreciated ;)

I'll try to also update my other fic tonight or tomorrow, I am almost finishing writing it ;)

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