Thin, sharp-edged bands of steel fastened themselves to Dean's temples. He watched blindly as the well-dressed man tossed Sammy across the room. As if his brother was little more than a cheap doll. He went to go to Sammy's defense but couldn't force his body to obey him. The only thought going through his mind was: Not him. Please, anybody but him.
His breath became thin and shallow as the man slowly turned towards him, a knowing smile curving his lips, and a gleam of pleasure in his eyes. He'd rather face Lilith than this man. Hell, he'd rather tangle with Lucifer than him. Cas, where the hell are you and Junkless? Could really use some divine intervention at this point.
His hopes, like always, were quickly dashed. Cas wasn't coming to his rescue. Not this time. A glance revealed that even that bitch Ruby opted to abandon them once she realized who Lilith sent for Anna.
And Lilith chose well, he silently admitted as he palmed the demon knife. Why? Because this demon was an expert at getting what he wanted. How did he know? Because he was the one who tortured him for thirty of the forty years he spent in the pit.
The one who asked him at the end of each day or night to pick up the knife and start inflicting the agony done to him to some other poor, unfortunate son of a bitch.
Alastair.
The last demon he wanted to find himself face-to-face with.
Panic was an icy poker jabbing through his gut. More than anything he wanted to grab hold of Sammy and get the hell outta there. They didn't stand a chance against Alastair.
However, nobody could accuse him of being a coward. Dad wouldn't tuck tail and run. It was that thought that had him grip the handle of the demon knife tight and charge...
A/N: Hello, all! Hope this finds you well!
This is tagged to 4x09.