Title: master
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: takes place in Hell
Pairing: Alistair/Dean
Rating: R
Wordcount: 125
Point of view: first
Prompt: Alastair/Dean, that's my boy
Hey, kiddo, I got someone I think you remember. That's right... he tried to kill your baby brother, Sammy. That name familiar? Well, believe me. This is someone you'll enjoy hurting.
Ooh, nice one. Just a little bit deeper—there you go. Perfect.
Now, up a mite—yeah, right there. Deep and sharp, so gorgeous, pet. I knew you'd be the best.
Don't worry, we have forever, if you like. This one... he's special, you know. He got you before I did, tried to feast. He's gotta pay for that, sweetheart. Your brother did a fine job in killing him, but me and you... ah.
You hear the pleading? That's all you. That's my boy. Come here, Dean. I think you've earned a reward.