I finally got an idea for how to continue. hehe

So I hope you enjoy this chapter. I know it's really short but oh well. I'll try to make the next one longer. Reviews are still always welcomed.

Dean lied on his bed, clutching the sheets on his bed. He clenched his teeth, trying to hold back the sound of his cries. Lately the beatings have been getting worse and Castiel was no where to be seen. John came stumbling in the motel room, drunk. "Dean. Wake up. Did you feed Sam?" John asked, his voice slightly louder then it should be. Dean sat up from his bed and nodded. John glared over, "Why aren't the dishes done?" The middle Winchester's eyes widened, he was so tired he forgot.

"I, um." He stuttered.

John grabbed Dean's arm, roughly. He slapped him across the face. The green eyed boy coughed up blood. He didn't think he could get any more horrified, he was wrong, as he looked up he saw Sam staring in shock. "Dean?" The eight year old boy asked, tears forming in his eyes. Their father's eyes widened as he looked over to Sam.

"Sammy-" he was cut off by the youngest pushing him away from Dean.

"Don't touch Dean!" Sam growled, glaring at his dad.

"You don't understand, Sam!"

Dean covered his ears and tightly shut his eyes. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get the screaming out of his head. He ran out the door and into the dark.

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Castiel screamed at Uriel, begging to be set free. He was chained up in a cage. It was his punishment for disobeying orders.

"He needs my help!"

Uriel shook his head in shame, "No, Castiel. He doesn't. We just needed you to see how this turned out. It's going as planned." Castiel's eyes widened.

"Please. Dean doesn't deserve any of this. It won't prepare him to say yes to Michael!"

Uriel glared, "How did you know about that?" Castiel shut his mouth, knowing he shouldn't have said anything. "How?" Uriel yelled as he grabbed Castiel's face. The young angel shut his eyes, tears rolling down his face.

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The middle Winchester bent over, gasping for breath. He wasn't entirely sure how long he was running for. He was to scared to go home. A dark figure hover over him. "Are you alright there Deano?" The green eyes on the boy looked up, spotting a dark brown hair standing over him.

"How do you know my name? Who are you?" he asked, backing up a bit.

"I know a lot of things. Like I know what your father does to you. I know how you cry yourself to sleep. I know how you're scared to be touched by anyone, except Sam. As for who I am, my name is Alastair."

Dean tensed up, "What do you want?"

"I know how you can get revenge on your daddy. I mean, without you there, who will he take out his anger on?" The demon smirked. The boy's eyes widened.

"Sammy." He whispered, horrified. "What do I need to do?"

"Just make a small deal with me. Then we'll go protect your brother."

So, how did you like it?

I left on a cliffhanger 'cause I'm evil.