Dean returned to consciousness slowly. He felt like he'd been asleep for days. Yawning loudly Dean began to stretch his limbs, then panic set in. He couldn't move his arms or legs. Dean opened his eyes. All he could see at first was the ceiling. That's when he realize he wasn't in bed anymore. He was laying on the floor chained to what looked like a giant wood X. His arms and legs each spread out to the individual ends. Dean struggled, trying to break free.
"That won't work squirrel. Those chains are 3in thick steel. Impossible to , if your human that is."
Dean looked over at the voice, hate filling his veins. There sitting in the chair, sipping some sort of dark amber liquid, was Crowley.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!"
"Isn't it obvious? I'm getting a little revenge. After all, you and your giant of a brother not only tried using me in your little close-the-gates-of-hell ritual, but then you had to nerve to keep me locked up and chained like a common dog!"
Crowley took a sip from his glass.
"So, needless to say, you've got a lot to make up for."
Dean laughed darkly.
"Go ahead, torture me. You're forgetting one very important thing. I've already been to hell. There is nothing you can do that Alastair hadn't done already."
Crowley flashed a dark menacing grin.
"That's where you're wrong. See, Alastair just tortured you. While I am going to do far more than that. I am going to make you doubt every single clear cut right or wrong thought you've ever had. I am going to peel you open, break you down, then turn you inside out."
Crowley sipped his drink again. Dean clenched his fists, trying to prepare for whatever the demon had planned, but he couldn't deny he was scared. No one was coming for him. Sammy was pissed at him and Cas was sticking close to Sammy to fix what ever damage Gadriel had done. Dean was alone. Crowley rose from his chair, set down his glass, and slowly walked over to Dean.
"So, should we get started?"
Crowley walk around Dean until he was standing by his head. There was a rope and pulley, which Dean hadn't noticed before, attached to the device he was chained to. Crowley pulled the rope down, pulling Dean up until the wooden X was standing. Dean swallowed nervously. Crowley loved theatrics, but he wasn't sure just how much of this was a show. Crowley walked back around to face Dean, this time he had a small black bag with him. It looked far too much like a doctor's medical bag for Dean's liking. Crowley placed the bag on the table. Slowly he began pulling items from the bag. Lovingly petting each one as he arranged them side by side. Most of them Dean recognized. Knives of all shapes and sizes. Some dull, some sharp. A standard bullwhip, along with a more elaborate nine tails.
"Whips huh? Didn't know you were into the kinky shit. What's next, leather masks and heels?"
Crowley looked at Dean and smiled.
"No masks or heels darling. But I do have other, more demeaning toys I will be pulling out later."
Crowley returned to his work, going even slower than before. Dean struggled against the chains again. His heart was pounding so fast, he thought it was going to beat right out of his chest. If it did, at least he wouldn't have to find out what other more sick and demented toys Crowley had planned for him further down the road. Finally, Crowley had laid all of his instruments out on the table. All except one. Slowly Crowley walked over to Dean, a wicked smile playing on his lips. Dean's blood froze.
"Don't even think-"
Dean's words were lost, trapped by the round red gag ball now stuffed in his mouth. Crowley tightened the strap. He wanted to hear Dean cry out in pain, but he also had to make sure no one else heard it. He would be deeply upset if his games were ended before he could thoroughly enjoy himself.
"Now then. Let's begin."
Author's Note: Pre-warning, I've in a very sadistic mood. If you couldn't tell already, this story is going to dive on the dark side of S&M. So, if you still wanna continue reading, you've been warned.