Dean moaned as the man crawled onto the bed and placed his hand on Dean's thighs. "Just untie me. What would this prove?"

The man scowled and then back handed Dean across the face. A spurt of hot urine shot of his dick. The man smiled. "Now we're getting somewhere."

Dean whimpered as the man place his thumbs on Dean's bloated middle from his full bladder. The man pressed firmly on Dean's stomach. Dean gritted his teeth and whimpered as urine stream out of his dick and puddle between his thighs. After about a minute the man stopped and let go of Dean. Dean's bladder was still half full so he decided to just let the rest out. Once he was empty his closed his eyes and let his head fall on the mattress again. The man straddled Dean. He held his belt and grinned down at Dean.

In one swift move the man whipped Dean across the face. "Who's a little bitch?" Dean remained silent. He got an another whip across the face. "Answer me!"

Dean just stared up at the man. The man growled in frustration. He then shoved his dick into Dean's entrance. Dean groaned and clenched his fist against the restraints. The man plowed into Dean hole and rammed into Dean's prostate over and over again. The man moaned with pleasure. "You kinky son of a bitch."

That got Dean a swipe with a blade across his cheekbone. The an climaxed and cam inside Dean and got off him. The man whipped Dean a couple more times on the stomach. Dean was breathing in pants. He looked at his stomach and saw blood beading down his sides. It looked so raw. "Let's try this again. Who's. A. Little. Bitch?" The man said getting close to Dean's face again.

Dean spit bloody salvia in the man's face. "Go to Hell."

Dean was swiped again with the knife but this time a little deeper. A scream escape Dean's lips. The man got off Dean's lap and walked off somewhere. Dean tried to look around to see where he went but all of a sudden he was deuced with streaming hot water. Dean screamed out in white hot pain. "You should realize by now, Dean, that with all that sarcasm and smart remarks that you have no control over this situation. Your brother probably isn't even looking for you. He probably left you for dead."

"Shut up! Shut up! Sammy wouldn't do that! He would never leave me!" Dean yelled.

"Then where is he? Hm? We have been at this torture thing for about 24 hours. Do you ever think that maybe…just maybe your brother is dead?"

"No, stop it!" Dean said reaching his breaking point.

"He died screaming."

Dean bit his lower lips as tears streamed down his face. He closed his eyes and whimpered. He couldn't take it anymore. For the next two hours the man sliced and carved. Dean gave up. The light behind his eyes was gone. He stared at the man blankly. The man even fucked Dean twice and Dean didn't even say a word. Dean even got hard both times. Dean didn't say one word was the man jerked him off. He came and it ran down the man's hand. His body was limp now. He was broken. The man laughed and smirked in accomplishment. He summoned Crowley to see he masterpiece.

"Hello, Jeremy." Crowley greeted.

"Look, sir. I did it. Dean has broken." Jeremy smiled.

Crowley stood in amazement. Dean had given up. Dean was staring blankly at Crowley without a hint of rage. Crowley almost pitied the man…almost. Crowley walked over to Dean and slapped him across the face. The only response Crowley got and air escape Dean lips as he exhaled shakily. "I'm impressed, Jeremy. I didn't think you had it in you."

"What do I do now, sir?"

"Untie him. I don't think he will be going anywhere in his condition. IF he start to become responsive again, tie him back up and beat the sense out of him."

"Yes, sir." Jeremy replied as Crowley vanished. Jeremy did as he was told. Dean didn't even watch Jeremy. After 4 hours Dean still hadn't responded. He just laid there and breathed. Around that time Jeremy head something going on outside. He walked over to the door opened it a crack. That's when he noticed that all the guards were lying dead. Next he knew he gone knocked to the ground by a giant man.

"Where's Dean?" Sam said with a blade to Jeremy's neck.

Jeremy was terrified. He point over to the bed. Sam stabbed Jeremy in the throat and ran over to Dean. First thing Sam noticed was that he was naked, second that he was almost lifeless. Sam checks Dean over. He was bleeding pretty badly. His wrists were torn up from what looks like rope. It was the same thing on Dean's ankles. Gabriel appeared with the clothes Dean was wearing from the night he was kidnapped.

"Dean? Dean? Can you hear me? It's Sammy. Dean?" Sam said as he cupped Dean's jaw and forced Dean to look at him. The lights were on but nobody was home. Gabriel disappeared and the next thing Sam knows he is pinned to the ground with Crowley staring down at him.

"Moose! What a pleasant surprise? Don't you just love what I did to Squirrel?"

"I am going to kill you! I'm going to rip your heart out."

"Save that for Lucifer, Moose. Why do you think I was torturing Dean? I don't want him to say yes to Michael. I want you to say yes to Lucifer. I thought breaking your brother until he couldn't be fixed again would get you to say yes."

"That will never happen." Sam spat out.

"Oh and why's that?"

"There's an archangel behind you."

Crowley turned around and Gabriel placed his hand upon Crowley head and Crowley shined a bright white light. His vessel fell to the ground. Crowley was dead. Sam was unpinned and he quickly dashed to Dean who still aid there motionless except for the weak rise and fall of his chest. "Come on, Dean. Say something. It's your little pain-in-the-ass little brother here. Nobody is going to hurt you. Gabe is going to patch you up all nice and new again. You're going to be ok, big brother." Sam teared up.

Sam turned to Gabe and saw the Gabe didn't walk over to Dean. Gabe just hung his head shamefully. Sam was confused. "I'm sorry, love."

"What are you sorry for? Fix Dean. Heal him. Place your hand on him and work your angel mojo."

"I can't, Sammy. Dean is broken beyond what I can heal. He has to heal on his own."

"Why? What did Crowley do to my brother?"

"He hurt Dean more than just physically. Something broke in Dean's noggin. Something broke in Dean's soul. We can only seat an wait."

"Dean's wake. He's not asleep. He should be able to respond."

"Sammy, go to the Impala and bring it to the front door. I'll bring Dean to the car. We need to get Dean somewhere safe and stable not a motel room."

Sam hesitated for a moment then nodded and ran out of the warehouse and to the Impala a few blocks down. Once he was in the car he let out a shaky breath. "Dean's going to be fine. We are going to get to Bobby's and he will be as good as new."

Sam laid his head on the steering wheel. "I'm sorry, Dean." He drove to the door of the warehouse where he saw Gabe carrying Dean like a groom would carry his bride. Dean's head was slumped against Gabe's chest and his hands and feet were limp. Gabe had managed to dress him. In his hand were Dean's shoes and socks though.

Sam grabbed the shoes and socks and put them in the trunk as Gabe slide Dean into the back and Gabe put Dean's head in his lap. Sam looked over at Gabe. "It would be better if I stayed here with Dean to make your sure is ok."

Sam nodded. "Sioux Falls isn't far from here. We have about a two hour drive." Sam step stepping on the gas.

After the forever long car ride they made it Bobby's. Once Sam cut the engine Sam flew out of the car and to Bobby's front door. "Bobby! Bobby! Open up! It's Sam!"

Sam heard the wheels turning to the door. Bobby opened up. "Sam?"

"Bobby, Dean's been hurt…bad."