Disclaimer: Don't own Supernatural, just using the characters for a while.

Warning: Extreme torture scenes and non-con

Dean woke up a few hours later not having slept too long. He wanted to get back to Fred and continue with his torment. Even in his dreams he was finding new ways to torture the asshole. Of course, Dean would take that any day over his nightmares involving Sam. Dean got up and went downstairs to find the demons sodomizing a naked Fred with the pointy part of a brush. Dean raised his eyebrow at the brutality but didn't really care for what they were doing to Fred who was whimpering and bleeding from his anus. He deserved it.

"Alright boys and girls, time for daddy to take over." The demons stopped and went upstairs with shit eating grins gracing their faces. Dean shook his head almost fondly before appearing to Fred and crouching down to his eye level.

"They're like unruly children, did you have fun?"

Fred of course said nothing but was pleading with his eyes. Dean felt anger coursing through him. The bastard dared looked for mercy after what he had done to Sammy? Fuck no. Dean got out his knife and slashed it across Fred's eyes. Fred gave a blood curling scream that placated Dean's anger for the moment. At least he wouldn't have to see the begging in the jackass' eyes; he didn't deserve that luxury.

Dean went to his bag and took out an instrument that looked like what the Catholics used to throw holy water called a lead sprinkler. The only difference was that the one he had was used for throwing molten lead, or boiling water. Dean settled for boiling water. He called for a demon and told him to put water to boil. After that Dean let Fred's body hit the floor and the man howled with pain. Dean couldn't help but smirk at the skin that used to hold Fred's balls hanging there with nothing in them.

Dean pulled the man up to a chair and tied up his arms; he didn't bother with Fred's legs as one had a broken foot and the other one a broken knee. No way in hell would Fred be able to move them let alone run in them. Dean then got the thumbscrew and couldn't help but smile down at his hapless victim. Without his eyesight Dean knew Fred would be surprised with every new torture and Dean couldn't help but smile. Dean got a hold of Fred's left hand and had to open it up as Fred had it in a fist.

When he did get open Dean didn't waste any time and began breaking the thumb before going to the right one. Fred himself had gone from screaming to whimpering. Huh, Dean would have to find a way to remedy that; he wanted to hear the man's screams. Dean heard footsteps coming down the stairs and saw the demon carrying a pot of boiling water.

"Awesome, hold it for me while I fill this up…" Dean put the water in the lead sprinkler and threw the first bout on Fred's face. The man howled and struggled against his bonds. It made Dean feel good and began sprinkling boiling water on every part of Fred's body. Dean went through the whole pot and was pleased to see the burns on Fred's body. They decorated almost every available inch of Fred and Dean knew they would bring a fresh torture. Fred hanged his head when the boiling water stopped falling on him almost as if it was too tiring to keep it up. Dean let him be and went upstairs.

The demons were outside keeping guard. Dean went upstairs to get a fresh set of clothing while throwing the current ones in a pile to be burned later. He should really wear an apron. Dean washed his hands as best as he could and went to look for something to eat. He made a sandwich and took out a beer and sat to eat. While eating Dean's mind wandered. How was Sam? He didn't answer any of Dean's calls and if it wasn't for Cas he wouldn't know what would be going on. Dean decided to call Cas.

Dean waited for the Cas to pick up. After a few rings it went to voicemail. Dean began to worry. Did something bad happen? Was Cas in trouble…Was Sam? He called again and once more it went to voicemail.

"Cas, what are you doing? Pick up your phone I'm worried about you guys. Is Sammy alright? Call me!"

Dean sat on the table, his brain supplying him with horror images as of both Sam and Cas hurt, or worst dead. Just as he was about to freak out the phone rang. It was Cas.

"What the hell, man, why didn't you answer your phone?"

"Apologies, I forgot it in the room. I went with Sam to the diner; I didn't want to leave him alone."

"Oh, thank God, I was having horror shows running through my head."

"Apologies," Dean rolled his eyes.

"How's Sam?"

"He's fine; he's been distracted with the current hunt we are on. People were found dead and with their eyeballs burned out. I think it's one of my siblings."

"Huh, don't let Sam get too close to them. No offence but most of your siblings are dicks."

"None taken, don't worry, I'll keep Sam safe."

"Thanks Cas. I'll be done soon and hopefully I patch things with Sam."

"Of course, I have to go, Sam just entered the room."

Dean heard the dial tone and felt something was wrong even with Castiel's reassurances. Was he being paranoid or was there really something to worry about? Dean got up and went back downstairs. Dean wanted to whip Fred with the same whip Fred had used on his Sam.

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In a warehouse in the middle of nowhere, an angel, a demon, and a hunter were using the strongest spell they knew to summon the King of Hell.

"I still say this is a bad idea."

"Shut up, Meg. We have to find out where Crowley has the demon tablet and kill him. It'll it benefit all of us. Did you get the Angel Tablet?"

Meg gave Sam a sour face before producing a squared, clay tablet and handing it to Castiel.

"Okay, let's get this show on the road."

Sam let a match go into the bowl, hoping this time the summons would work.

"Well, if it isn't Moose and the crazy angel. Oh, hello, whore, didn't see you there."

"Shut it, dick, by the time this is done I'll be laughing as I plunge a knife through your heart."

"You hurt me, Meg."

"Enough," Sam shouted, "where's the Demon Tablet?"

"Safe."

"Give it back to us and we might let you live."

"Sorry, no can do. It was part of a deal and if I have to return it I'll go back to hunting the prophet and his mother."

Sam was taken aback, "Did—did Kevin make a deal with you?"

Crowley laughed. It went on for a while before Castiel got out his angel blade.

"Tell us what you know or I'll drive my blade through your skull."

"Oh Cas, such a flirt. You really don't know do you?"

"Obviously or we wouldn't be asking."

"Well, Moose hold on to your bootstraps. The person who made a deal with me was one Dean Winchester."

Sam's face went white.

Okay, I'm almost done with this story. I will probably write two or three more chapters and then I'm done. I will write a timestamp but I still don't know if I'll write Sam's captivity. I really like writing this series but I've felt I've spent way too much time on it and want to start other projects.

Sorry for such a short torture scene. I'm kind of running out of ideas and don't want to bore you guys with the same tortures.

Thanks for reading.