Helena and Kate both spend some time with Dean in this one! TorturedDean!

Chapter 6

Kate had obvious enjoyed herself.

Helena walked into the room and took in the sight of the unconscious man in front of her. Dean was once again lying strapped to the bed; his head turned towards her a mass of bruises. She ran her hand up his arm taking in the misshapen form of his wrist and forearm. His t-shirt was now gone and she could see that his chest was covered in as many if not more bruises that his face and feeling down she was sure that more than one of his ribs were cracked. She felt the slight twitch of his body as her hand explored the damage and she wasn't sure if she was causing him a physical pain or he was merely reacting to her touch.

She whispered softly to him and was rewarded as he roused and opened his eyes. He hissed at the pain that she knew must surely be running through his entire being, watching as he tried not to show the fear that her presence caused, to bring his emotions under control, to manage the terror this time. He kept his eyes blank but she knew he was afraid because she could hear the elevated rate of his heartbeat, something over which he had no control. It sang to her, quickening her own heartbeat and creating the longing in her to feed from him.

Dean tried hard to focus on the face that yesterday he had tried so hard to avoid. He wasn't going to show her how bad he felt, just how broken his body was, although somehow he thought she already knew, that she could sense his pain and torment. He let his smart mouth fight for him.

"Snack time already? Well I suppose that somebody should get to eat around here 'cos I don't see anything coming my way." He yawned at her. "Sorry I musta overslept, it's been such a fun filled day, I was completely tired out and now by the looks of it we're not finished yet. So what would you like to do to me now?" Dean was actually kinda hoping she wouldn't answer that, not sure that he really wanted to know.

She ran her hands back up his arms enjoying the fact that her touch tortured him both physically and mentally. "I think you know, well at least what I want to do to you for now." She smiled at him with what passed as lips and he wondered briefly if all the evil things he'd ever faced practised that smile in mirror 'cos he'd lost count of the times that he had seen it; somehow on her though it was a little bit more chilling than usual, probably because of the lack of a proper face. Great thought Dean, way to calm yourself down, the thing that's about to chow down on you has no face. Why couldn't they have given her no teeth, would that really have been so hard? He chuckled softly to himself.

She watched him, wondering what thought had brought the little laugh. Her touch on his skin brought his mind back from its wanderings, although it was gentle it was still enough to send bolts of pain through his damaged arm but it was the effect that her touch had on his mind and soul that caused him the most pain. He wanted to scream every time she touched him, he really did, her touch filling him with an unreasonable dread but he fought it, kept the scream inside letting it reverberate round in his head instead.

He knew what she was going to do and he tried to delay the moment, talking to her and looking at her way better than having her touch him or feed from him.

"So why'd you pick me? Or was it Kate that picked me and you just get the added bonus of someone to bite?"

"Oh I picked you; the bonus is all Kate's. I needed her help to get to you and her having her fun with you is her reward."

"So what makes me so special? My blood sweeter 'cos I'm so hot?" He grinned through the pain. She admired his spirit; he was as brave as she had heard, that was good, it meant that he would last longer. The others in the past had been broken by their time in hell, almost finished before she had had a chance to feed on them but this one, this one was a fighter, this one could last long enough for her to be restored fully and then she would be able to feed normally again.

"That little problem you have with churches and holy ground? That's what makes your blood sweeter Dean, the delicious taste of pure, untainted evil." Dean froze, wondering how the hell she knew about that and what the last comment meant. Suddenly he realised that maybe they had been planning this for a long time, perhaps even since he had gotten back.

She saw the question in his eyes. "I can feel it. There's a part in your soul that cries out every time you torture it by entering a church or a graveyard, and you do so like to torture it Dean. It cries out to us all, all the truly evil things in this world can hear its plea. It wants to be free, to consume the rest of you. It's small but it's strong. You fight it well but sometimes you want to give into it, don't you? That little piece of your soul that hell claimed for its own and that is completely, utterly, purely evil. You feel it every time you kill something now don't you, when you give it its tiny piece of release and joy?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." She smiled at the lie, because she knew he did, knew that the he felt the taint that it left on the rest of his soul, that ran through his blood.

"Would you like me to show you what it can do? How strong it can be?" She touched him and he felt something rise up inside of him, sweeping his guilt and conscience away. He felt the blackness cover him, try to consume him and he fought it, fought her. He thought of Sam and that thought calmed him, helped him control it, even though he knew that his brother might be dead. Sam would want Dean to fight, to be strong, and so he did, he was.

She was surprised by how well he fought against her and against the evil that longed to course through him. "You fight well but you may not win. In fact, I know you won't."

"Don't count on it bitch!" He spat the sentence at her, his anger at her being able to manipulate him strengthening him.

"Enough of the idle chatter, we are delaying the inevitable, I need to feed." She lent forward and touched her lips to the skin of his chest and laughed as he shrunk away from her touch. She ran her hands up to his shoulders and then down his arms, squeezing on the injuries, wanting to make him cry out in pain. She lifted herself slowly up to his neck and drank cautiously from him. It had worked. The blood that they had transfused into him had changed, become his blood. She dug in deeper and drank her fill, listening with pleasure at Dean screaming inside his mind.

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Dean woke to the sight of the young female vampire changing the bag of blood that was dripping into his arm. She looked over at him but didn't speak. It wasn't her job to speak to him.

"So what do you get out of this little arrangement of Kate's and Helena's? Do you get to watch all that lovely blood drip into me and not get a taste? I mean that blood has gotta be sweet until it hits what's left of mine? Why don't you get to have a little snack?" He baited her just to see what her reaction would be.

"I get the fun job of going out and rounding up your blood donors, just think, all these lovely people that get to die just so that you can stay alive a little bit longer and Helena can feed. This bag of blood was a twelve year old girl and she cried the whole time until I emptied the last drop of blood from her. I hope you can picture the number of people that I get to bleed dry just to keep you topped up. I could bring you photos if you want. I could even do before and after shots if you'd like. Still want to talk?"

"You vampires are a grouchy lot aren't you?"

"Shut up. I'm busy and I don't want to chit chat, besides if I was you I'd save your strength, Kate'll be here soon." She finished her ministering and left the room, glancing back at him as she left.

She passed Kate on the stairs only nodding to her on the way past. Dean sighed as he heard her enter the room and he looked up into Kate's smiling face.

"How are you feeling? Is that arm still sore?" She touched it and grinned as he jumped and stifled a groan. "I think we need to do something to take the edge off of that? What'd you think?"

"Would it make a difference if I said no thanks?"

"No, but it makes you sound a bit ungrateful and I have such a nice surprise for you today."

"I'll bet. What was today's delight again? Ah yes, sharp. Won't be amusing me with your wit then will you?" Dean winced as she brought the meat skewers round from behind her back. "We having kebabs?"

"Funny Dean, you really are funny. I think you'll make a lovely kebab. Lots of meat on those lovely bones." She ran her hand over his bare chest, digging her nails in and drawing thin lines of blood across it. She long to lean down and taste it but she knew she couldn't and it made her angry. She had wanted to be the one that drained him and instead she had to settle for second best, still torture was a rather sweet second best. She brought one of the skewers up to his shoulder.

"Time, as you so rightly guessed, for stage two of my five stage plan. Sharp."

He braced as he realised her intention. She drove the skewer down hard into his shoulder. This time he couldn't stifle the scream as she forced it through the flesh on his already damaged left arm.

"I'm going to rip your friggin' head off with my bare hands, d'you hear me?!" The rage was running through him now and he strained at his restraints.

"I don't think so." She turned to Jason who had come into the room with her. "Help me strip him." Between them they loosened the restraints on his ankles, trying to avoid his kicks as they did, and removed the rest of his clothes. He fought wildly to try and stop them putting the restraints back on, but he was too weak from the lack of food and Jason was far too strong.

Kate recovered her composure and spoke to him. "Do you know what the best bit of being a vampire is? You can hear where the blood is pumping in a body, you know where all the veins and arteries are, makes torturing people that little bit easier." She raised the other skewer and drove it into his thigh, twisting it as she drove it home. That was too much for him, his world faded and he blacked out. Kate checked to see how badly he was bleeding. She wanted her fun but she also didn't want to get on the wrong side of Helena. The skewers were stopping the blood flowing freely.

"Leave them in; I'll remove them tomorrow, perhaps." She smiled at Jason. "Watch him, if the bleeding gets worse call me. If he wakes make him drink and eat something, we don't want him starving to death, that might spoil the fun……, but don't cook whatever you give him, make him eat it raw and bloody. "

She laughed as she slammed the door shut behind her.