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3

It was dark. She was cold. Her body pulsed with white hot agony. She didn't recognize this place. Her cell was small. A concrete hole in the ground. She felt so alone. The metal cage clanged above her head. She cried out as rough hands gripped her and forced her out. She fell face first in the muddy ground. Someone grabbed her hair and pushed her forward, making her walk. Her hands were behind her back, the twine digging into her wrists, making them bleed.

She knew she was in for hell, more than she had already endured.

Lauren opened her eyes. Sweat glided down her face. She looked up and realized Sam was talking to her.

"Oh my god, Lauren are you okay?" He asked. She stood up, gripping the dresser to hold herself up.

"Sam we have to find Dean now." She whispered. Sam touched her shoulder.

"Oh, god not another one." He said. She nodded. She sat down on one of the beds.

"Sam," She said, not wanting to tell him what she had seen. "Sam it's gonna get worse. I mean a helluva lot worse. Compared to what I've already seen I'm not sure how but...it is...I can feel it." Sam sighed and ran his hand through his hair.

"Do you know where he is?" He asked hopefully. Sam hadn't had any luck on anything he'd tried today. His dad was still MIA, even after eighteen messages. Nobody knew of a Lindsay, or creepy people walking around as a group. And his day got worse as Lauren shook her head.

"It's coming to me as each one comes but...as of now I don't know." They sat in silence for several moments. "Sam," Lauren whispered. Sam looked up at her. "I don't want to see anymore. I feel what he does. I see what he does. I think what he does. I just feel so helpless." She put a hand over her face to hide her tears. "I just want him back Sam."

"So do I."

Dean was being retied to the damn post. His throat was bone dry, his stomach empty. He was sick of hearing the noise of the onlookers. The soft glow of the surrounding torches. He was so tired of shaking. Fever most likely.

"Hey Dean." Lindsay said. He was sick of her too. "I'm sure you have a couple questions. Why bother torturing you when can just kill you for your blood? 'Break that which kills you inside and out. Then you will be worthy of the power you seek.' That's why. But breaking someone physically is easy. Mentally is hard. but I like the challenge." Dean shivered violently in the bitter breeze that sped through the night. Lindsay smiled and held a bottle of water up in front of him. "Thirsty baby?"

Dean shut his eyes. Hell yeah he was thirsty. But god only knew what he'd have to do to get it. So he shook his head. Lindsay frowned."No?" She asked. Dean shook his head again. "Okay." She turned the bottle upside down and Dean watched it run into the earth.‚

"You know Dean. I think I know everything about you. I know you lie to yourself." Dean eyed her carefully as she in circled him. "She doesn't love you." Dean clenched his jaw. "She wanted you out of the way so she could have Sam all to herself. Granted I can't get her name, or what the bitch looks like but I know you love her." She smiled coldly. "And don't you think if Sam, or daddy gave a damn about you they would've found you by now?" Dean shook his head.

She put her face inches from his. "Tell me I'm wrong."

"You're wrong." Dean rasped. "You lyin' ugly bitch." Lindsay curled her lip. She plunged her thumb in a large cut on Dean's chest. He screamed.

"They hate you. They don't want you. They could care less about you. That whore wants you dead." She pulled her hand away.

"Don't call her that." Dean whispered.

"What?" Lindsay yelled.

"Y-you want a-a whore? G-go look i-in the mi-mirror." Dean glared at her.

"Big mistake." Lindsay said. He fell as she untied him. Two men pulled him up. Lindsay faced the crowd. "I know you all want to see this hunter die!" She yelled. The demons roared in agreement. "Well I'm giving you the chance to hurt him! Not kill, hurt!" The crowd screamed again. They lined up, half in one line, half in the other. They faced each other. "The one who kills him will answer to Azazel!"

She walked behind Dean. "You make it through that line standing," she whispered. "I'll let you go. You don't, then you've proven to me you're nothing but pathetic waste that deserves to die. And you must admit to me no one cares about you. No one will come." Lindsay walked between the pathway between the demons, stood at the other end, arms spread.

The men let go. Dean fought to stay standing. He started walking through the demons.

They screamed and spit in his face. They punched¡and kicked every inch they could get ahold of. Dean fell several times, but somehow he managed to push himself back up. A chain flung across his chest, knocking the wind out of him. A blunt object struck the back of his knees. He fell hard, but made his muscles move to stand himself up. They laughed, they screamed. A woman pulled him over and kissed him, but quickly slashed her nails into his skin.

"Please!" Dean yelled. "Ahhnnuah! Please no! Gahh!" They only laughed louder. Lindsay was only feet away. He collapsed in front of her.

"I knew you were weak." Lindsay said. Dean wasn't, couldn't give up. He pushed his hands into the wet, muddy ground. Lifting his knees. Slowly he stood, swaying as he did so. Lindsay smirked. "Well Dean you proved me wrong." She turned around. Dean fell to his knees. Lindsay glanced over her shoulder. "Take him back to the hole." She started walking away.

"Wait!" He yelled. "Please wait! I did what you said! Please I did what you said!" Dean fell on his hands, tears stinging his eyes. Lindsay smiled.

"I lied." She walked away. Dean was hauled to his feet. The crowd laughed. Lauren screamed.

--I'm sorry to the people who think I'm nuts. To those who liked it, Review please!--