"God what I am doing," his voice cracked as he said it aloud to the interior of the car. His eyes slid closed as he felt himself perform the now familiar action of unsnapping the leather bracelet he wore and sliding the knife across his wrist hard and deep. He hissed as it slid into his flesh Not bothering to look at the cut he snapped the bracelet back on knowing it would turn a darker red as he drove back to the motel and his bother.

Dean felt the desperation and despair flood through his veins. This was not him but what gripped him tightly from behind. It was the sick sort of despair that came only from one who has truly known it. It slid through him and before he knew what he was doing he was leaning back against the figure behind him. The wings wrapped tighter around him covering him completely. The arches stretching over his head and face locked almost around him. He smelled sulfur and pain.

"So this is what they mean by brimstone" his mind whispered as he tried to breath against the smothering feathers. His breath hitched as the soft down began to choke him. The darkness seemed to slide down his throat filling his lungs. He choked on it as it stole his breath. Gradually the wings released leaving him with the feeling of self loathing that only someone who is guilty could have. The cold of the room seeped towards him after the warmth that threatened to smother him. Black smoke still soaked into his lungs. He coughed trying desperately to expel it from his body. It clung to his throat an acidic taste. He inhaled only to find out that he could not exhale. He tried to close his lungs trying desperately to get his frozen lungs moving again. He sucked in a breath only to find his lungs painfully swollen. He couldn't even cough, there was no more room in his lungs for air or anything else.

Clutching his throat he fell to his knees, not even noticing the pain as he hit the cold obsidian floor. He could not scream, he couldn't even make a sound as the smoke still filled his lungs forcing them outward until he felt as if they were going to explode. He felt his ribs crack and expand as the bone separated from the cartilage of his sternum with every expansion. He looked down only to see the skin of his chest rip open exposing the snapped solid joints.

"I can make it stop," that seductive voice said behind him. "I can always make it stop." The voice slammed through his fear and pain. "Just nod, just say yes and I will stop it." Dean had time to wonder vaguely what he was saying yes to as he felt his lungs explode into tiny wet pieces that sprayed the ground in front of him. He nodded with the only strength he had left. A soft chuckle came from behind him as he nodded trying not to think of the tiny pink pieces of lung that littered the ground. He felt the breeze inside his body as his oxygen starved body still tried to take in and expel air despite the majority of his lungs on the ground before him.

Long arms wrapped around his chest reaching inside the holes there, pain sizzled through his chest as clawed fingers dug through his body putting the pieces back together before forcibly adjusting the bone back into its allotted slots on his sternum.

"Remember you said yes," The voice whispered as it finished mending is skin. There was a grinding noise as a stone slab rose from the center of the room he was in. Arms remained wrapped around him not hard but almost gently. "This is going to hurt you a lot more than it hurts me," came the chuckle again.

"Shh don't be afraid, you have nothing to fear from me," the soothing voice whispered. The hardness against his back belayed the truth. "You want this don't you?" that voice questioned, "You want me just like you want your brother, did you want your father too?" The voice continued softly crooning against his neck. "I can be anything you want." It whispered now in Sammy's voice, "Anyone you want."

Dean found himself bent over the table cold chains sliding out to fasten themselves around his wrists. They tightened quickly pulling his body taunt bent over the slab. A sharp nail slid down his spine, slicing what remained of his shirt away. It slid to the jeans he was miraculously still wearing slipping cleanly through the denim. Dean heard rather than felt the sharp snap of ankle cuffs. They tightened on their own until his legs were spread wide. Dean's mind raced not ever touching on what this position would mean.

"Would you like some company?" the ever so seductive voice whispered. "Sammy maybe" Dean did his best to look up from the slab realizing what was about to happen. He began to struggle against the bonds that held him. "Maybe he should go first, he'll remember what it felt like but will you?"

"No" was the only word that Dean could muster as his baby brother appeared before him similarly stretched opposite him their hands almost touching. "Sammy," he whimpered as he saw the look of terror on Sam's features. It was true Sam knew what was coming. Dean wasn't sure how he knew but he knew. A dark figure drew up behind his brother. Its black wings spread behind it as it approached his brother. The being wore no clothing. "Perhaps we should invite one other to join the party, heaven knows that he's done it before, it got very boring down here."

A white glaring light appeared suddenly behind Sam. Dean squeezed his eyes shut as he realized that it was the archangel that had stepped behind his brother. The darkness stepped aside. "it did get boring down here with only your little brother to play with didn't it?" the dark being asked as the light one drew closer.