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Chapter 6

Dean's back arched for the third point to almost breaking point. The pain flared through every inch of him and his brain was screaming at him to make the pain to stop. But he couldn't, and before he even had the chance to stop himself and not give the bastard the satisfaction, Dean found he was screaming. Just before he was going to pass out the tazer was turned off. It was amazing what a smart-ass comment lead people to do these days, Dean settled on the fact that he must just have that effect on people.

His breath came in short gasps that sent a wave of pain across his chest that racked him with a coughing fit. To add to the already list of growing and extensive pains, his insides felt like they were on fire and to top it all off his legs and arms had gone numb, because he was in a metal bath tub that was filled with bone-chilling water, while in his boxers.

Dean gazed at his legs entranced at the odd colour of purple they were rapidly turning. As dean stared he realised that red spots were coming into his vision. Finally deciding that that wasn't a good thing he shook his head trying to clear his vision. But he regretted it instantly as the burning sensation came back.

Yet throughout Dean's hours of torture his baby brother Sammy had never stirred once. And that scared him more than he would admit. His screams had surely been heard miles away and Dean knew that Sam would awake if he could hear his big brother. Although, on the whole it was probably better that he didn't hear him right now.

"So. You having fun yet Dean?"

"Tonnes of it. You sure know how to hold a party. Although your social skills may need a bit of work. But I congratulate you on your effort."

The demon still hadn't come out of the shadows. It clicked its fingers and five men appeared. Silently they began to stride towards Dean covering the distance in a few seconds. While they busied themselves with their plans, and Dean it seemed, he barely even registered they were there. His eyes were only for his little brother. The one he had sworn to protect. And there he was, looking like shit. While Dean could only see half of his face, the parts he could see were deathly white. 'Come on Sammy. Move! Do anything please!' Dean silently begged. He wasn't going to lose his brother like this. He wasn't going to lose his brother full stop.

The demon followed dean's unfaltering gaze. He smirked. This was gonna be fun.

"He looks so adorable, don't you think?" he moved over to Sam and knelt down beside him. It seemed like he was pulling the shadows with him, so he was still cloaked in darkness. Reaching up one hand he ran his fingers smoothly over Sam's cheek. Dean growled menacingly.

"Get your filthy hands off of him now!" Dean was livid. Sammy was too good for this demon for it to even consider touching him. Dean could hear his heart pound in his ears.

The demon stood up. "Was that a threat Dean? Because from where I'm standing you're in no position to save yourself" he looked pointedly at Sam "or your little brother."

Dean continued to growl. He was wracked with so much guilt, it felt like an actual blow to the stomach, and the little air that was left in his lungs was stolen away as his heart broke. He'd failed. The one thing he had sworn to do and he had failed. The living proof was lying unconscious in the dirt, barely alive. He didn't dare and trust himself to speak. No. Come on Dean you're better than this he chastised himself. You ARE going to save Sammy and kick some demon butt. It spoke up from the corner. "Goodnight Dean. For now." He only saw the glinting of metal before it made a very painful meeting with the back of his head.

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Dean stirred. A groan emitted from deep down within his throat. Damn electricals. I must be a magnet saying zap me! Buzz!

Once trying to move was out of the question (tied up once again it seemed) he noticed he wasn't in the bath tub, which was some form of relief. But he also noticed with some anxiety that his feet didn't touch the floor, and he was in fact on the wall! What the fuck? Looking around curiously he also noticed that he was on come wooden circle that moved. He found this out the hard way. As he leaned towards the left the wooden circle moved spinning him round so he was at a 45 degree angle. Great. He tired to get himself upright again but only succeeded in turning so that now he was around 60 degrees to the right. Dean let out a frustrated sigh.

The demon chuckled from the shadows. "Aaahh. Dean, I'm so glad you're awake. I see you're becoming familiar with your new situation. It's quite amusing actually. But then again all work and no play is very boring. And I hate to be boring."

Something stirred in Dean's mind and when Dean further examined the snippet of information, he realised what he was pinned to. His hands and legs had been strapped down in a cross shape. This is the thing they had at circuses. Unwillingly his mind conjured some very graphic images. All of them ended with him in agony. Dean gulped unconsciously.

The demon stepped forward. Its face was still in shadow but Dean could make out some sort of human shape. But his focus was quickly brought back to the present when a glinting shape whizzed past his face, mere centimetres from his neck. It quivered dangerously and the knife's cool edge pressed against his skin.

Before Dean could have time to react 7 more knives had already been released and this time they were not as kind. Dean moaned in agony as some of the knives found his body. His legs had at least three in them, and two had found his hands, one each. Lucky him. But Dean wasn't gonna break so easily this time. After his involuntary scream before, he wasn't gonna give the guy something else to feed on.

The demon was not satisfied with his reaction. Not even close. Dean's world spun. The wheel had been ferociously pushed and he felt a wave of nausea and bile rise up in his throat, as more knives found their mark. With all the energy he could muster dean cried out to the demon "Not so near the family jewels yeah! After I kick your ass I intend to have some fun!"

The circle was bought violently to a stop and dean's whole world swam. The demon suddenly appeared in his vision and dean couldn't stop himself from crying out in shock. The demon looked exactly like all three of the Winchesters. It had Sammy's eyes, his dad's rugged good looks and dean's lips and hair. His physique was extremely impressive as well, but then his eyes suddenly changed and became a fiery red that were full of so much hatred that Dean actually flinched. But then as quickly as they came they changed back. Dean couldn't help but be entranced by his baby brother's eyes. No. Not his brother's but some thing that had stolen them and used their innocence. How dare he?

"You can call me." The demon contemplated for a moment. "Darcrayus"

So wrapped up in their situation, they were oblivious to the drama that was unfolding in the corner where Sam silently suffered with his worst nightmare.