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"Oh it's the satisfaction of making you wait" Dean replied snarkily.
It then turned all black. He suddenly jerked back up with freezing sensation. Another bucket of ice water was dumped on his head. Ice cubes stuck to his hair and clothes. Blood and water ran together, pink dripping off Dean's body. He started shivering violently.
"Oh good. You're up. You have only been out for not even a minute. Pretty resilient for a human. But I should tell you. You won't get out of this by passing out." Lucifer smirked.
Dean grinned sarcastically. "Well ain't this going to be a long night."
Lucifer grabbed a mini looking pitchfork, or at least that's what it looked like to Dean. He then grabbed another poker, which also seemed to be about a foot in length. He stuck them in the fire, slowly turning them. They glowed red hot, and Dean winced. Lucifer set the long poker down, now only holding the pitchfork looking one. He then shoved Dean's arm back and shoved the poker forcefully into Dean's left ribcage and twisted. Dean let out a scream. It burned and hurt intensely. It was worse than the pain he experienced in hell. Lucifer then grabbed the other poker and grabbed Dean's short hair in a tight grip. He pulled Dean's head back, almost to the point where if he pulled back any farther Dean's neck would snap. Not that Dean cared at that point in time, it would of came as a relief as to what was about to happen next.
Lucifer brought the poker close up to his face. Dean could feel the heat emanating off it. He swore his heart was going to give out soon. It got even closer and Dean tried jerking his head to the side. Lucifer gripped even tighter and all the more painful.
"I really, really don't think you want to put that poker there. I mean you will look kind of funny walking around like that, don't you think?"Dean attempted bargaining, a slight pleading tone bled in.
Lucifer grinned and brought it about half an inch away from Dean's eye. Dean clenched his eyes shut tightly.
"Oh Dean, that's really not an issue for me. I can heal my vessel as soon as I want, when I enter it." Lucifer replied.
Then, Lucifer switched positions so Dean's head was almost in a lock hold. Lucifer used his hand that had Dean trapped in the lock hold and peeled Dean's left eyelid open.
"Come on Dean; let me see those pretty eyes." Lucifer whispered in Dean's ear.
He then shoved the poker slowly in. Dean screamed, and he may not admit it but it could out beat in girl or horror scream ever heard. No this was worse than hell for Dean. Lucifer pulled the poker out and started heating it again. Dean's head hung low, in defeat. Blood poured out of his left eye, while tears streaked down his right. The pain was unbearable. He just wanted it to stop. Lucifer's triumph smile, faltered slightly. Dean guessed Sam had to be throwing a royal fight in there.
"You know, I'm not sure if I want you to say yes so soon. I know it's ready to bleed from your lips." Lucifer said more to himself than Dean.
He grabbed the reheated poker and shoved it into Dean's stomach. Dean whined high-pitched but didn't scream. He couldn't. The pain was too much.
"Stop, please stop, please, stop."Dean pleaded his voice hoarse and raspy.
Lucifer ignored Dean's pleads and grabbed another poker in his seemingly never ending supply of them and heated it up. Dean closed his right eye hard and muttered quickly and quietly under his breath. Lucifer then pushed the poker into both of Dean's thighs.. Dean gasped in pain. He opened his mouth.
"Alright, alright, Yes I accept." Dean whispered in a broken voice.
A white light glowed brightly as Lucifer stepped towards Dean grinning. It flashed even brighter, and then quickly faded. Dean and Sam were passed out, neither one moving. There was pounding on the door and then a disheveled looking man with a tan trench coat came running in, his expression terrified.
"Sam, Dean. Oh my lord, Dean, wake up." Castiel ordered, shaking Dean hard.
Dean didn't respond, his head tilting slightly to the left.