AN: Sorry for the wait, but it's exam week for moi, and that is always less than fun. But, at last, here is chapter two! And yes, I did change the cover photo, just cuz I think this one ensues a little more of the unsettling element I'm trying to go for, in this chapter in particular. Lots of torture, and such things. Yay?

"How's the toe feeling, Dean?"

Panting through the pain, Dean didn't bother looking the thing in the face. It didn't deserve the satisfaction of seeing the obvious pain in Dean's eyes. "G-go to hell, you bitch."

"Tempting, but I did just get out, thanks to you and Sammy by the way, so I'm gonna pass on that."

"Q-" God, everything hurt. "Quit calling him 'Sammy.'"

She- it, dammit- got right down in Dean's face, their noses almost touching. Dean couldn't help the discomfort that rose in his gut. Sam had called this thing 'Raef,' giving Dean the impression that it wasn't really a girl two freaking inches from his face. As if that would have made this situation any more bearable.

It smiled at him, a gentle hand cupping his cheek. "Make me."

Dean head-butted it.

Raef stumbled back, its borrowed hand shooting up to its now aching head. An expression of pure rage replaced the smug look it had had before. It moved towards Dean, but then it froze, a smile curling up on half of its face.

"I bet you have questions, don't you, Dean? About all the thing I did to your little brother."

Sure he did, but he didn't want to have them answered from some damn demon.

The grin got bigger again. "I can do even better than just answering. I can show you."

Well... That sounded far from good. As soon as Raef left, to get some kind of torture instruments Dean assumed, Dean started to struggle. The chains and manacles entrapping his hands were firm, leaving no real room for fighting. He wasn't even able to fully try to wriggle his way out. The broken toe shot sparks of agony through his body. Dean damned the fact that he'd ever left Sammy alone and vulnerable to this sick bastard in the first place... Or was it a sick bitch? Dean still wasn't really sure.

To his dismay, when Raef had made his way back to the room, Dean hadn't managed to even come close to breaking free. He was so screwed.

"You ever been whipped before, Dean?"

Luckily enough, no. "You ever been told to go screw yourself?"

"Yes. Several times. By you. Bit of a lackluster vocabulary you've got there, kid. Maybe I'll just do what I did with Sammy and gag you."

That son of a bitch!

Dean Winchester was scary when he was mad, but he was damn terrifying when he was quiet. The calmness behind the threat made it all the more bone chilling. "I'm gonna kill you, Raef. But you know what else? I'm gonna enjoy it."

Unfazed by the empty threat, Raef simply moved behind Dean. He'd already been stripped of his outer layers of clothing, the only thing standing between him and the whip was a think black t-shirt, more than easy to rip through.

"Sticks and stones, my boy."

Raef raised the whip, and snapped it against Dean's back.

Dean's face immediately scrunched up tightly, a strained scream forcing its way through his gritted teeth. Son of a bitch it hurt!

"Took me about twelve strikes before I got Sammy to cry." Raef casually informed Dean as he laid another stripe down Dean's back. "How many do you think it'll take you?"

Dean lifted his head, shooting an angry glance at Raef. "G-go to hell."

Raef smiled. "I'll meet you there."

The whipping started again, and besides, 'Make it stop, God, please!'Dean had only one thought;

"Sammy, please hurry..."

The whole thing, the entire damn hunt had been a trap for him. Dean had been right! Sam wished he would have listened, maybe then Dean wouldn't have gotten captured, or at the very least, maybe Sam could have been taken in his place.

As awful of a two day span as it had been, Sam had learned something about Raef all those years ago. He liked to be known, he wasn't shy, and he wasn't afraid. He'd left signs both times, wanting the recognition, wanting to be caught. He liked to put on a show.

Another thing Sam knew, Raef wasn't willing to give up. As much as Sam had insisted (begged, screamed) that he didn't have the information Raef wanted, he hadn't been willing to accept that. He'd kept torturing and torturing, refusing to admit he was wrong.

He also knew how to keep someone alive, regardless of how cruelly.

And Sam was no stranger to this game. He knew how it was supposed to play out. He'd show up to save Dean, but Raef would have a knife at Dean's throat or some other way to keep Sam from fighting. He'd give some crappy monologue about his rise to revenge, and then he'd kill Dean while Sam watched helplessly.

But Sam was a Winchester. Nothing would ever be able to take his family away from him without a fight.

Which meant Sam had needed a plan.

After adding up all his previous knowledge, Sam had remembered that Raef had Dean's phone. Now, any other demon probably would have crushed the damn thing, But Raef? Well, Raef was Raef. And he wanted to be caught, and that meant he had probably left it intact so that Sam could track it.

That was what Sam had thought at first anyway.

He'd managed to track the location, and had hijacked a car to speed towards it. Towards Dean.

When Sam pulled into the area where the phone was located, his stomach dropped. It was a park, a public park overflowing with children. No place for a demon and an older brother to be hiding.

Filled with regret and frustration, Sam still forced himself to get out of the car. This was where Dean's cell phone was after all. It couldn't have been an accident, and there had to be a clue around there somewhere.

Looking all over the playground, Sam couldn't help but feel unease rise in his gut at a large slide with a clown's face around it, the slide meant to be its tongue. Because what about that wasn't adorable?

Once again, Raef was Raef, so Sam knew that he wouldn't have been able to resist using that as a clue.

Approaching it as cautiously as possible, Sam saw a little arrow on a post-it-note that read, "Under the slide."

Great. The guy had to be dramatic about it.

Swallowing his fear, Sam made himself move closer, not really caring about the number of parents that had begun escorting their kids away from the childless man hanging around the park.

His hand felt along the bottom of the slide until it came into contact with something. Something that felt a lot like a phone. He gave a slight tug, and it came loose.

Attached to it, was another post-it.

"Cute, Sammy, but you're gonna have to try harder than that. Give us a call at our new number, alright?"

But- what new number? There was nothing.

Sam tapped the screen to life, but that's when he saw there was a new message waiting to be opened.

A picture message.

Sam had fairly decent idea of what to expect, but he could only pray that he was wrong.

To his complete and utter dread, when Sam opened the message, his thoughts were unfortunately proved correct.

The first thing Sam noticed was the pain etched onto Dean's face, and the way he was clearly trying to hide it. His head was turned away from the camera, and he was wincing in what had to be extreme agony, because there, carved into his brother's chest, was a phone number, the one Sam assumed he was supposed to call.

Raef was an asshole. Nothing more. But damn, did he know how to torture. By carving the number into Dean's chest, Sam would be forced to look at it, along with the blatant suffering on his brother's face until it was memorised, ensuring that that image would never go away. Damn him. Damn him right back to hell for that.

Sam was more than grateful for a good memory at this point. In reality, it hadn't taken more than a few seconds to memorise the number, but to Sam, the amount of time he'd stared at it would always be too damn long.

At last, he dialed the number, all the while the image of Dean forcing itself to the front of his mind.

"Hello?" Raef's voice finally came from the other end of the line.

"Where's Dean?" Sam asked instantly.

Sam heard a giggle. "I'm sorry, may I ask who's calling?"

You've got to be kidding. "I mean it, Raef. Where is he?!"

"Calm down, Sammy. I promise I'm taking good care of him. Right, Dean?"

It would take a lifetime for Sam to forget the scream he heard from his brother.

"Dammit, Raef, it's me you want! Let Dean go and you can have me!"

"Aww, that's cute, sweetheart. But you're rushing things! Let the moment last, learn to savour the little things."

Unseen by Sam, but definitely felt by Dean, Raef dug his nails into Dean's chest, right on the wounds he'd made by engraving the phone number. The scent of blood filled the air, and once Dean's shout had silenced, Raef took a deep breath of the delicious smell, loud enough for Sam to hear.

"Stop it! I swear to God, I'm gonna kill you!"

"Can't wait, dear." The voice giggled again. "But do try to hurry. Big brother misses you."

"S-Sammy, don't-!" Dean's attempt at a plea was cut off with another hoarse cry as Raef applied an almost unbearable amount of pressure to the cuts.

"Dean!" Sam shouted in response to hearing his brother's warning. "Hang on, okay? I'm coming." Sam tried to comfort.

"We're counting on that. That's when the real fun'll start."

"You listen to me, you sick son of a bitch. I will find you, and when I do, you're gonna wish you stayed in Hell. No one screws with my brother and gets away with it. That's a promise, you hear me?"

"Uh-huh. Loud and clear, Sammy-boy. Just like Dean's screaming over here."

Everyone heard the squish of flesh, promptly followed by another choked off cry.

"You mother-!"

"Tick-tock, Sammy." Raef interrupted, and the call ended right after.

Sam just about hurled the cell phone against the pavement, but he couldn't risk losing his connection to Dean.

Anger simmered inside him, and he longed for the moment where he'd finally get Raef to pay.

But until that moment finally came, he was left with nothing to do but start all over once again.

AN: After tomorrow, exams are officially over, and winter break begins! Hopefully I will not take an entire week to update, but in case I do perhaps you will be held over by this-

Sneak Peek: "'I have learned!' Raef punched Dean again, in the face this time. 'Your brother's gonna be the one who underestimates me!' He took a breath, and collected his cool. Then he grinned. 'You have no idea what I'm planning to do to him.'"

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