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Hunted

John Winchester is hunted by more then just demons.

Chapter Forty three

Consciousness returned suddenly with a burst of pain. He heard someone screaming and it took him a few minutes to realize that it was him. He had no idea where he was but he was tied to a chair legs, arms, chest and head all strapped down making movement near impossible. The demons hand was again on his forehead the burning in his mind a continuous stream of agony. Scream after scream was ripped from him as he burned alive without ever being touched by flames.

Relief was sudden as the demon removed its hand from his forehead. "This is fun John, but I'm getting bored. You will let me in… one way or another I will have you."

He had no idea what it was talking about, but John couldn't summon the strength to reply. Instead he sat still his breathes coming in ragged gasps and stared defiantly at the demon that had killed his wife.

The demon moved away and the one who was at the warehouse with Meg stepped up. It pulled loose the strap holding John's head still. John stretched looked around the room and realized they were back in the warehouse. The two demons were the only occupants besides him.

Suddenly without warning his head was snapped to the side as a powerful blow was landed on the side of his face. It was followed by three or four more in quick succession. John grunted with pain as each blow landed harder then the next. Blood dripped down his face and he could taste it in his mouth. The demon worked in silence never uttering a sound as it systematically and carefully beat the live hell out of John.

The demon paused and John raised his head to look at it. Through the haze of pain and torment John knew he was in deeper trouble then he had ever been before. He knew that if he was lucky, very lucky he would be able to piss the creature off enough so that it killed him. Blood and saliva filled his mouth and using the last of his energy John spit the fluid directly in the demons face. He grinned when he felt the next blow land harder then the ones before it. He tried to watch for the next blow so he could lean into it but his eyes were swollen nearly shut. The blows stopped as suddenly as they had begun.

Someone grabbed John's hair and lifted his head as the strap holding his head was tied again. Through the slit of his left eye John saw the yellow eyed demon return. Then the white hot fire burned inside his head and his torment began again until he finally fell into darkness.

He had no idea of the passage of time it could have been minutes, days or weeks. It seemed like a lifetime. The beatings continued and then the burning pain until he felt no more. The he would wake and the process would begin again. It filled every waking minute and it became his life so when it stopped suddenly he was confused.

Vaguely he heard someone talking and he had to concentrate on the sound to understand what was being said. "He has strong blocks. Breaking him this way would be so much more gratifying unfortunately we no longer have the luxury of time. Drug him and get him to Sunset."

John struggled feebly when he felt the needle inserted into his arm but his struggles slowed and finally stopped as he floated down into a sea of darkness filled with nightmares of pain and fire.

He drifted on a sea of pain several times groaning his way back to near consciousness only to feel the stab of another needle in his arm. He woke again this time to nearly full consciousness. He must have been here for a few days because the swelling in his face had gone down he was able to open his eyes. It took a few minutes to realize he was staring at a stark white ceiling. He lay on his back tied spread eagle to a bed and he had no idea where he was.

Out of nowhere the yellow eyed demon appeared and stared down at him. "It's time," it told him and he felt the invisible barrier holding him still again. He couldn't move he couldn't even close his eyes. He watched as the demon lifted a syringe from the bedside table squirted just enough out of the needle to remove the any air bubbles. Then with exaggerated slowness the creature injected the drug into John's arm.

John didn't pass out this time instead he floated on a wave of pleasure as the drug took affect. He was released from his invisible bonds though still tied to the bed. His eyes rolled and he grinned but he didn't know why and that made him laugh.

Black smoke danced suddenly above him and he watched as it swirled and swayed. He tried lifting his hand to catch the smoke but he couldn't so he just watched it move back and forth hypnotically. Then suddenly without warning in came together and streamed towards his face.

Pain filled him and he arched his back and screamed. His mind clouded darkly and all that was John Winchester was forced back away from the darkness. Flames danced around him walling him in threatening to burn him again. He did the only thing he could think of he slammed his wall of protection around him. It circled him protecting him from the fire and darkness that had entered his mind.

His scream stopped and he lay quietly on the bed though he tried to struggle. Then he realized what the demon had done and he screamed again but this time no one heard him. No one but the demon that now shared his battered and bruised body.

And it laughed as John Winchester realized he was no longer in control.

A/N I know none of this was in the episode, but I hope you enjoyed the way I explained it. Thanks again for reading and please review.