Sam looked on in shock as the scarred man opened the scruffy leather book to a yellowing page, which was marked by a brown bookmark.

He smiled and whistled under his breath as he scanned the page, looking down to the part he was searching for.

'Now- Dean, I'll start with you...in the first test, you gallantly searched for your brother in the choking fumes of the fire, regardless of your own safety. I marked you a modest seven out of ten!'

Dean snorted; he couldn't believe he was being marked for trying to save Sam's life.

'Hush now! This is important! Now- in the next test, you rather let your brother do the work, he saved you, so I'm going to mark you a three...'

'Listen-we don't care!' yelled Sam, trying to pull himself down. Quicker than he deemed humanly possible, the man walked over to him and slapped him around the face, sending him spinning to the left, yelping in sudden pain.

'You son of a bitch! Don't you touch him! Let us go!' yelled Dean, craning his head to see if Sam was ok.

'NO! No one leaves until I have given you your results!' the man spat, eyes aflame with fury, his face red, his veins popping beneath his skin.

After a while he seemed to calm, his face returning to its normal colour, his form relaxing.

He smiled serenely at the brothers, who were looking at him in shock, and patted his book.

'Shall I continue?' he asked, and without waiting for the stunned boys to answer, he cleared his throat and began talking again.

'Now, as I was saying...in the water test, Dean, you were my chosen partner, and you were the one who had to be saved, and I think you did a marvellous job of being a damsel in distress! Therefore I mark you eight out of ten accordingly...and in the final test...well, you tried to help Sam, but you were rather overwhelmed, weren't you...carbon monoxide does that to a person- so I will award you five.'

He tapped his book with his finger, as if totting up his score.

'And your grand total is-thirty three out of fifty! Not bad...not bad at all...' he said, before patting Dean on the side. The eldest Winchester moved as if burned, propelling himself to the side.

The man looked hurt for a second. 'I was only congratulating you' he sad sadly.

'I don't need your congratulations!' Dean growled darkly, eyes shining with hate.

'Oh very well' the man sighed, and he moved to Sam, whose face was already baring the livid red shape of a hand running down his left cheek.

'Sam Winchester, I come to you- now, in the first test you had to be saved, and you did do a good job...but I noticed that as soon as you were saved, you succumbed to flame and smoke-that was most disappointing' he said.

'It wasn't like that!' shot Sam, eyes brimming with anger as he looked at the maniac who was deciding their fate. He had never felt so afraid in his entire life.

'oh but I think it was, so I am going to award you two out of ten for being such a drama queen. Anyway, on to the second test- and you did a marvellous job, getting yourself and your brother out of that pit, and challenging me at the end, I was very impressed with that display, so I award you six!' the man smiled at the young hunter, who stared disbelievingly back.

'Onto the next test, I think- again, this is the water one...you did an admiral job trying to find those keys, and I have to award your for getting the right key in the lock, and just in the nick of time too!' the man gave a small laugh as he looked back at Dean, who was looking at his little brother with concern. This man was insane, he had to be stopped.

'Oh. Dean doesn't seem to find that funny...so I shall continue- I awarded you seven out of ten for your valour, and then we proceed to the fourth and final test. You did as well as could be expected under your circumstances, but you first to fall, therefore I will mark you three'.

The man smiled as he walked to a space in the middle of the two suspended Winchester brothers, who were looking at each other, neither knowing what to expect next.

'Right! Time for the moment of truth!' the man's soft breathy voice floated around the warehouse, the echo reverberating by Sam's ears.

He looked at his brother, eyes wide with fear, as he knew that Dean was doing the same mental arithmetic he was doing in his head.

'Dean, as I have already said, your score came to thirty three out of fifty, a very commendable effort. Sam- your score came to...twenty eight out of fifty.' He said, his voice now low, his eyes glinting with malice.

This was the part he liked, the bit he enjoyed most...now he had a victim.

And that victim-was Sam Winchester.

What's going to happen to Sam?

Will Dean be able to save him from the clutches of the insane man?

Find out in the next chapter!

Sorry this was so short, but I liked the ending, it's a bit of a cliffhanger!

Thank you for reading, and please review!