Thank you all for reading and reviewing. This chapter goes a little dark with the torture, so if that's not your thing, I can summarize it for you in a PM. Let me know if that's what you'd prefer. I can claim very little credit for this chapter as Snarks wrote the torture scene. Hope you enjoy if you read.


Chapter Fifteen

"Sammy!" Dean yelled from his cell as Sam was dragged down the corridor.

Raphael had a firm grip on Sam's arms and she was not letting go, no matter how hard Sam struggled. Her fingers dug into Sam's biceps hard enough to bruise.

"Just settle down. Fighting me will get you nowhere," Raphael said lightly, opening a door at the end of the hall. She shoved Sam inside. He stumbled and caught himself on the floor, scraping his palms against the cold concrete. He pushed himself to his feet and squared his shoulders, his hair hanging in his eyes.

The walls were bare and a dirty white and there was a bed with restraints in the center of the room. It sent a chill down Sam's spine. "What do you want?" Sam asked.

"Revenge," Raphael said. "We were all supposed to living in a paradise on earth right now, but no. You had to change that, didn't you? Taming the devil."

"Leave Lucifer out of this!"

"Oh no, but where would the fun in that be? This is the greatest revenge I could seek. Destroying the one thing he loves more than all, more than his brothers. I'm going to take you apart, Sam, piece by piece. I will twist your soul into something not even my brother can repair."

Sam glared at her. "I'm not scared of you."

"No, maybe not yet," Raphael took a step toward Sam, "but you will be. You will fall, Sam. The things I will do to you will leave you begging on your knees for a death I will not grant. I will let you live on the edge of survival, outside Lucifer's reach and never within his touch again."

"He will find me," Sam warned.

Raphael shrugged. "Well I better get started then."

With a wave of Raphael's hand the door swung closed, slamming hard and echoing through the small room.

Sam swallowed thickly and took an involuntary step back. He looked down at the bed and then back to Raphael. He licked his lips and braced himself for the fight to come. He fisted his hands at his sides and met Raphael's intense gaze. "You won't break me."

Raphael raised a brow as she shrugged a shoulder, strolling over to Sam casually. "You look tired, Sam. Why don't you take a nap?"

A second later, fingertips were brushing his temple and he collapsed to the floor.

When he woke, he was laying on something soft. It took him a moment to remember where he was, what had happened, but when he felt the hard leather restraints on his wrists and ankles, it all came flooding back.

He opened his eyes and looked up at the peeling paint of the ceiling. He turned his head, looking around the small room, trying to catch a glimpse of his captor, but she was nowhere in sight. He was alone.

He breathed a sigh of relief for the moment, knowing soon it would all change. He didn't want to admit he was afraid, but deep down inside him, he knew he was. He was afraid not for himself, but for Lucifer. Lucifer would fall in every way if he lost Sam. He would break apart if Raphael truly managed to do what she promised.

There was a rustling sound and Sam knew he wasn't alone. Raphael was back.

Her shoes tapped and echoed against the hard floor as she walked closer to Sam. He craned his neck, trying to get a better look at her. She was carrying what looked like a black medical bag and it made Sam's stomach drop.

She set the bag down on the floor and opened it up. Sam's hands fisted as he tried to shake free of his bonds, but found them secure. He dropped his head back down to the bed and drew a deep breath, steadying himself for what was to come.

"He liked it, you know."

"What?" Sam asked, brow furrowing.

Raphael stood and walked over to the bed, holding a knife. "Your brother, the killing he did while you were gone."

Sam watched with wide eyes as she inspected the blade in her hands. "What are you talking about?"

"The things he's done would make your skin crawl."

Sam swallowed and shook his head. "It won't work. Whatever you think you're doing, it won't work. I know Dean better than anyone."

Raphael laughed, tossing her head back as she did. "Oh, Sammy, so naïve."

She brought the knife down to his neck, just above the first button of his shirt. "I think you're a bit overdressed for the occasion, don't you?"

"Screw you!"

She rolled her eyes. "You wish." Gripping Sam's shirt tightly, she ripped the fabric from him. "That's better. An artist needs her canvas."

She looked thoughtful as she brought the tip of the blade down to the spot just above Sam's right nipple. She pressed down, parting the skin just slightly. Her gaze flicked to Sam's face. She looked curious and excited, like a child discovering something new.

Sam's face twitched as she drew the blade across his chest.

"You humans are so fragile," she said as she traced the blade down Sam's stomach. "It takes so little to kill you. It makes what I'm doing so much more tenuous. I can't have you dying, but thankfully, I can heal you before that happens."

The sting of the blade burned through Sam and he bit his tongue, trying to block out the pain.

Raphael seemed to notice him trying to hold back as she smiled. She reached out and ran her arm down Sam's side, tracing her fingers through the blood. Sam pulled back from her touch as if it burned him.

"Easy now, Sammy. We're just getting started."

She traced fingertips down Sam's arm to his hand. Her touch was gentle and it made it all that much worse. When she got to his hand she stopped and grabbed his thumb and with one swift move, she yanked it back. The snap was audible. Sam threw his head back and screamed at the sudden pain that flooded his system.

"That's more like it," Raphael said sounding pleased. Sam barely felt her touch his other fingers and then there was another snap, followed by another. Sam's vision swam as the pain overtook him, radiating up his arm. He felt a wave of nausea come over him and he retched.

Raphael laughed and Sam felt a hand press down on his hip. He could feel his joint straining against the pressure until it finally popped and broke as well. Sam screamed and bucked in his bonds.

Tears began to fall from his eyes, leaving damp trails down his face. He choked and sobbed. Even breathing seemed to hurt.

"I think we're making progress, don't you?" She brought a fist down on his ankle, crushing the joint.

His body began to feel like it was floating and the pain began to numb. He felt darkness creeping in around the edges of his mind and he let himself fall into it.

When Sam woke next, the pain was gone, but the restraints were still there. He opened his eyes and looked around, the familiar grey walls greeted him.

He looked down at his chest. The wounds from earlier were gone, and his limbs were intact and pain free. He had been healed.

"I see you've finally decided to join me," Raphael's voice chimed from the corner of the room. "I was beginning to wonder if you were ever going to wake."

Sam set his jaw, the memories of the pain fresh in his mind.

"Not feeling chatty?" she asked, walking over into Sam's line of sight. She folded her hands in front of her and looked down at Sam. "I had a visit with your brother while you were out. You should have seen the tears in his eyes when I told him what I did to you."

"Don't you dare touch him!" Sam warned.

"Now, now, Sam. Not to worry, I didn't touch a hair on his pretty little head, but we did have a little chat. It seems he's rather against me telling you the truth, telling you what he's done." She smiled as she sauntered closer. "He murdered a girl, you know. A demon was using her as a human shield and he shot straight through her without a second thought. He watched her die and did nothing."

"That's not true," he said, shaking his head. "Dean wouldn't do that."

"Oh, but he did." Raphael looked Sam in the eyes. "He did so much more." Sam had to look away as she continued. "One by one, he executed the victims of an arachne because it was easier than dealing with the living. He's a monster, Sam, but so much worse than the ones you hunt because he's human."

"Dean's not a monster."

"Oh, but let me tell you a story, all the dark little secrets your brother has been keeping from you. It puts me to shame."

Sam didn't have another choice but to listen as she told him all the things Dean had done, some worse than others, but all things he never imagined his brother doing. He could feel his gut twisting with the images that she created. Like a puzzle, it all began to fit together; the way Dean had been acting, the hiding and secrets, the anger. Dean had changed and not for the better.

"I don't care. He's still my brother." Sam watched as her expression hardened. She placed her hand on Sam's shoulder and began to squeeze. The bones shifted and then joint popped out of place.

Sam screamed in pain, his chest heaving.

"Tell me, Sam, what hurts more, your shoulder or knowing what you did to your brother?"

Sam could see the truth in her eyes as plain as day. She wasn't lying about what Dean had done. It had been the truth and it settled heavy in Sam's heart. He had been the one to send Dean down that path. He knew it was his fault, but he couldn't bring himself to regret loving Lucifer.

Sam closed his eyes, taking shallow breaths, trying to push away the pain, but then her hands were on him again and he tensed. She pressed down on his other shoulder, and the same as the first, she popped it out of place. Sam tried not to scream, trying not to give her the satisfaction, but he couldn't stop the cry slipping from his lips.

"You know, Sammy. You can end this. Stop the pain. All you have to do is switch places. You get off the bed and Dean gets on."

"Never."

She shrugged. "Give it time, Sam. Humans are all dark at their core."

Raphael moved out of sight, ducking down to get into her bag again. She pulled out the knife again. Sam's eyes fixed on the blade and he tensed. "Just think, this could be Dean and you could be nice and safe in your cell. Just say the word."

Sam drew back and spit at her. "Fuck you!"

She wiped the offending filth from her face and scowled. "You're going to regret that."

She brought the knife down to Sam's chest. Sam closed his eyes and waited for the pain to come. He didn't have to wait long. She made the blade dance along his chest, swirling patterns and symbols into him.

The blood pooled and ran down his sides and soaked into the mattress. He could feel in cooling beneath him. The more pain he felt the more resolve he had to protect Dean from it. Dean had been through enough.

Sam swallowed thickly. "When Lucifer finds you, he will kill you."

"Then we best make sure he never does," Raphael dropped the knife back into the bag. "I imagine they are regretting allowing Castiel to brand your ribs. It makes finding you so much harder. Near impossible, really."

The sigils were something that he and Lucifer had never discussed. They had once served a purpose that was now gone.

She stepped closer to the bed and dug a finger into one of the wounds on his chest, causing Sam to grunt in pain. "He can still hear you though. I just imagine him now, tearing about the earth searching for you."

She reached down and grabbed Sam's wrist, with one firm twist, she crushed it. The suddenness of the pain caught him off guard and he threw his back, cursing and shouting.

"Say his name, Sam," she said softly. "Call to him. Call your angel."

She rested his hand on his elbow and then squeezed. Sam felt tears rolling down his cheeks. His voice was hoarse from screaming. He was in agony. He just wanted it to end. If he died, he knew Lucifer would find him.

She pressed her hand hard against his already dislocated shoulder. The pain shot through him and he couldn't breathe. "Lucifer," he whispered.

The pain in his body overwhelmed him and it was as if he could feel his heart beating, each pulse driving pain through him. He closed his eyes and let the last of his tears fall as the darkness overtook him. It was peaceful there in the darkness, nothing could hurt him. He thought of Membata and of Lucifer. He imagined his angel there with him, his cool touch on his body. He imagined Lucifer there, holding his arms wide and welcoming him home. He stepped into them and let the cool embrace take him away.


So… Sorry for the angst. We'll be back with Lucifer in the next chapter.

Until next time…

Clowns or Midgets xxx