AN: Sorry bout the repost/delete/repost I'm having trouble with my computer. Chapter 2 here we go.

One eye swollen shut, John still managed to identify the demon that entered his cell. His hands hovered over the large hole that once housed internal organs in his lower abdomen. All that was left in the cavity was his stomach. Sick images filled his mind, the slimy organ sloshing against his fingers and the digestive juices leaking out of the punctures that it had endured.

Alistair forced him to stand up. "Hey, Johnny Boy, I got you a little surprise." John wheezed a curse and allowed himself to be dragged by his feet, his hands still firmly in place. He moaned, not registering the words that Alistair formed. "I had a hard time getting your present. I think you're gonna like it."

Alistair's henchman grabbed John's wrists, ignoring the organ that fell onto the floor with a dull thud. They took the hooks and sliced them into hands, making sure that they were entangled in his nerves and tendons so that each minuscule movement would cause him pain. His feet were tied, the rope burn searing his flesh and shooting pain through his ankles.

"Come now, we mustn't keep him waiting." Alistair barked his orders, the door closing behind him.

John wasn't sure how long had passed, but he wouldn't have put it past them to leave him there for a month at least. Solitary confinement was enough to send anyone crazy and sometimes was the best form of punishment.

"Johnny, sorry I'm late, but you Winchesters keep jamming up my schedule." A giant rack was rolled in.

Winchesters? John's resolve crumbled.

"Hey. Son?" Alistair slapped the younger man's cheek and waited for him to stir. "Look who came to meet you."

Blood smeared across his chest, hair plastered to his forehead, limbs a rainbow of colours, arms stretched above him. He wearily looked up, blinking rapidly to process what he was seeing. "D-d-dad?" His dirty blonde hair was caked with dry blood, and his green eyes were tired and filled with pain.

"Dean! Can you hear me?!" John yelled across the room.

"Time for some family bonding, don't you think?" Alistair moved towards Dean with a set of pliers. Picking up Dean's foot, he inserted them around his toenail and pulled slowly. Dean bucked and thrashed, the nail ripping right out. "Now daddy's turn." John glared icily, flinching as the deed was done to him.

"You leave him alone!" John's protests fell on deaf ears, Alistair laughed. The knife danced across Dean's body cutting away the layers of skin. "I swear-"John paled hearing Dean's wounded scream, a corkscrew drilling through his son's ear. Alistair laughed again. From the side of Dean's head his blood squirted a fair distance but as time passed it slowed to a trickle that stained his cheek. He tried to fight off the unconsciousness.

"It's okay," John assured.

Dean shook his head dizzily focussing on his father's eyes.

"Dean, don't fight it," he begged softly, "that's an order."

Dean nodded and closed his eyes.

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