"Are you finished," Dean said after waiting a minute for Cupid to shut his mouth.

Cupid flipped his head towards Dean and just gave him that irritating smile. "It looks like our little friend Deano is still masking his feelings through humour. I get it. Imagine if I was told that my mother was not the precious angel everyone makes her out to be, but then again, I always knew Mother was a conniving witch."

"Thank you, my dear." Venus placed a kill on the youthful god's cheek before she started to unbind the gag from Sam's mouth. The urge to struggle was strong, but each of the three victims knew that only pain could come from resisting the touch.

"That being said, my mother might have literally sent her to the Underworld and back, but not once did she ever plan to kill her."

"Only to slightly humiliate her and make her suffer."

"Exactly, thank you, Mother. So, now with this prior knowledge, I hope you can understand why I now have to kill you. You should since revenge is the only language the Brother's Winchester and your pet angel speaks."

Cupid hopped up on his feet and signalled for his mother and father to join him. Dean had to hold in all in him to not struggle against the bands around his hands. And for the first time in his life, even after all he had been through the crap he had endured, like being trapped in the not-so-holy Trinity of Heaven, Hell and Purgatory, he actually felt that this was the last time he would ever be alive. No more re-dos; no more lives. This was it.

"Now, I shall give you three the same treatment your mother gave my wife. My mother here will make each and every last of your breaths that you have ever breathed."

For the first time in a long time, it was Cas who spoke. "We have suffered worse in the hands of better."

Cupid laughed as he whipped out a knife that he hid in his pocket. The tip of the knife was pressed against the taut neck. Slowly he added pressure; beads of blood formed on the ridge of the blade.

"Oh, you may have been possessed by Satan himself, but you have never felt the metal forged by Vulcan himself on your skin. You have never felt the God of War's hand delivering the punishment, to begin with, and let me tell you, you wished that you still had whatever satanic power on your side."

The god pushed the blade harder that elicited a cry from Sam. The blade felt like it was covered in acid heated to a thousand degrees. The sound of this groan sparked some protective instinct in Dean. No matter how painful it was, he began to struggle against the bonds that held him down.

"Stop it!" Dean yelled. "Just leave him alone. He has done nothing wrong!"

The once jovial grin that decorated Cupid's face diminished in favour for a hard, hateful expression.

"Well, your mother failed to stop when my wife did nothing wrong! Now you know how it feels like!" Cupid stood back and nodded to his parents. Venus moved to Sam and Mars made his way to Dean. They both had their own set of specialised weapons: Venus was bestowed with thorns from her sacred flower: the red rose. Obviously, there was a lot more than an ordinary rose, since these thorns were fattened with a potion concocted by herself. They were a type of love potion that dredged up the memories of lost loves and the emotions with it. Since Sam has had saddening experience with romantic interests, it would not be hard. It was a simple experiment to prove that one can, indeed, die of a broken heart.

Dean, on the other hand, was now the plaything of the strongest warrior of Olympus. His weapons catered to a bit more physical pain; something more extreme than he had been tortured within Hell. He was covered in the symbols of his strength: his helmet on his head; a spear in one hand and a flaming torch in the other.

"You think the inferno was bad? Just wait until this fire comes into five inches of your skin, you are going to wish that you were back in the godforsaken pit."

Sam, Cas and Dean looked at one another with expressions of absolute fear and even worse, surrender. Before the chosen weapons were used on their hopeless victims, Dean gave Cas one last look and said:

"I love you."

Cas barely had the time to reply before the knife was plunged down…stopping a half an inch before impaling his chest.

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To understand this sudden diversion, you must know that while Psyche was enduring the horrendous trials from Venus, she had been impregnated by Cupid. This child was born soon after the couple finally reunited and had almost a happy ending. This child was a girl named Hedone, or the Roman name we shall use, Volupta.

Not much is written about this girl in the myths, and the only contribution to society is providing the name to Hedonism and creating the word "Voluptuous". That is probably because she was never one to intrude into the drama of the deities.

What we do know is that she loved her mother and father more than any being in the world, and when her mother died, she was torn up from the inside out. She lost contact with her vengeful father and focused only on finding a way to resurrect her mother. And we also know is that the eight-year old girl standing behind the three torturers was in fact Volupta

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"STOP!" Volupta screamed just as the mother, father and son were about to stab their chosen humans.

She allowed herself to breathe a sigh of relief at the fact that she saved hunters in time. It was close though. Too close.

Cupid whipped around to focus on the blonde-haired girl. She, like her father, enjoyed the comforts of being a human child. It was easier to blend into the crowd.

"Volupta? Is that you, my daughter?" Cupid dropped all instruments that he held in his hands and sprinted to hug his girl. He squeezed her tightly causing her face to turn a bright red.

"Gods, I thought I would never see you again! Ever since your mother died, I thought I lost you too," he planted a kiss on her face.

"It is alright, dad. I am fine," she pushed him away from a little harsher than she meant, but Cupid was overcome with too much joy to even notice it.

"Talking about your mother, I have finally trapped the perpetrators…or at least the spawn of the perpetrator."

"I know Father, that is why I am here."

Cupid slapped his hands together with glee, "so you want to join us, honey. I don't think your Grandmother minds you sharing Sam."

"No, dad," Volupta gripped his shoulders. "That is not…"

"Say no more, darling. I understand. Castiel is a better one. Dean will scream more if you kill his boyfriend."

Volupta became more frustrated with her father. She understood he was blind with hate, but she didn't realise that he was at this point. The only way she could get her point across was to fling it in his face.

"YOU ARE NOT LISTENING, FATHER!" Volupta screamed. Such as shock caused even Mars to drop his devices. "YOU NEVER LISTEN! IF YOU COULD PLEASE SHUT UP AND LET ME SPEAK, THAT WOULD BE GREAT!"

She had to take a breath in to cool herself off. Nothing would be accomplished if she acted like their generation of gods.

, "Thank you. I came here to tell that I spoke to mom and she is not pleased with you at all. In fact, let her tell you all about it."