"Who the hell are you?" Sam asked, mustering his courage despite being beyond nervous.
"Oh, c'mon, Sammy, trying to be tough, are you?" the man sneered, stepping out of the darkness, shadows contorting his pronounced features.
"this pretty face... I missed having it to myself. You rarely let me use it. You liked to be in control, with your good-hearted intentions and puppy-dog eyes. But was there ever, really, a doubt, that it would end this way?" The tall man continued on, pulling down the front of his shirt, "This anti-possession tattoo you got- it doesn't protect you against yourself. I'm not a demon- not unless you know that deep inside you, is evil. But y'know what? You do know that. That's why you're here. That's why I'm free. And what I'm going to do to you, you're going to deserve it."
His face was inches away from Sam's. He raised his hand up, resting it on the nail stuck in the Winchester's shoulder. Smirking, he slowly pulled it out, listening to Sam's screams of pain as he did.
"I'm really not looking forward to the day we're reunited. Torture is... not very fun when you're on the receiving end."
He shoved the bloody nail into the other shoulder.
"I'm tired-" he twisted the nail- "of being caged up. If you just gave ma a chance, you could-" he pulled the nail out, stabbing it into Sam's stomach- "You could be so much stronger. A better hunter. You could have no limits, save more people, be a hero. Not the pathetic heap of bitch you are now," he snarled.
"I mean, really, demon blood? You didn't need Ruby to be powerful. It was in you. You just needed a little push, needed to release your inhibitions and use what was given to you. I tried to tell you, but you pushed me down, got high, lost your brother's trust."
Sam could feel his blood pouring onto the ground, where it pooled at the other man's feet. He knew that no matter how many wounds he suffered, no matter how much pain he endured, he would never die. Hell was forever. But he didn't even remember his death.
"You're not even listening to me!" the man roared, narrowing his eyes at Sam. He whipped his head around, scanning the space around him. There was a growl from his left side, followed by a deeper one from his right. At first Sam couldn't see a thing, but as his eyes adjusted further, he saw two big, black dogs.
"Well, there may not have been any demons available, but I know, from experience, that no one can torture you worse than someone who knows all of your fears and every inch of your body- no one hurts you more than yourself.
"You should know who I am. I thought the looks were a dead giveaway, but..." He motioned to himself, his wispy brown hair, his impressive height, his turned-up nose, his slowly blinking hazel eyes... "You were never one to use that college brain of yours logically."
The man tapped the side of his head experimentally, then said, "I know it's in there. Anyway, you still need a little help. I know you inside and out. Every scar you have, I know where it came from. And that clown thing you got going? I don't blame you. Can never tell what they're thinking under those fake, red smiles," he said mockingly, then suddenly changed his tone. "They are just guys with paint on their faces who get off by scaring children, Sam! At least Dean's fear is pure logic- planes crash."
Sam was gasping now, his short sticky and his wounds stinging. The two dogs bared their teeth. It was nearly impossible to breathe, and his stomach burned as if it was on fire. "That acid, it's eating you away, like the guilt that haunts you day and night... Well, of course it can't kill you, but it'll hurt like hell. Because, well, it is Hell."
The man came closer as he spoke. "I know that you vowed to yourself you would never make a deal, you would never sell your soul, because the thought of hellhounds tearing you apart is too much to handle. At least, if you sold your soul, you would die when Lilith sent them after your ass. But here, here Sammy, you can get torn and shredded in so many ways, and you can bleed out for eternity, but you're already dead."
With a snap of his fingers, the corners of his mouth twitched up slightly, and the hounds leaped forward.
Giant claws raked down Sam's leg and abdomen, pulling his hands and feet through the chains. The rough metal peeled off skin and scratched bone as he was thrown to the ground. Jaws locked onto his arm firmly, giving a sharp tug, and then biting down. There was a harsh crack, ans Sam screeched.
"I'm half your soul, Sam. Essentially, I'm you. They tore us in half and left me to teach you a lesson. I'll make sure to hold up my end of the bargain."
Cold laughter filled Sam's ears, gouges appearing all over his body. The demonic pit bulls were ripping him limb from limb, all the while being watched by himself.
A/N: Ugh! Please review. This was a grating chapter.