Chapter Two

Nothing but silence filled the seemingly unusually small space of the Impala's interior. Dean shifted uncomfortably in the silence as they drove along a darkening empty stretch of highway, back to the crappy motel room they were staying at while in this town. The hunt was over and they would be leaving in the morning, which Dean was greatly looking forward to.

The spirit they just rid the town of was gone and Dean kept his thoughts upon it, not wanting to think of anything else. Before arriving here, it had literally killed several people to death by showing its face. Dean could understand why. When he saw the thing he felt his heart leap out of his chest, thinking it was going to burst.

Half way towards the motel, a sigh sounded from across the seat and Dean's jaw clenched, knowing what was coming. "Dean, we have to talk."

Dean nodded faintly. Yeah, just what he was expecting to hear. Keeping his eyes on the road, Dean answered. "No."

"Dude, it's been three weeks since ... whatever happened and you're still refusing to talk about it. Tell me what happened?"

"Nothing, Sam," said Dean in an authoritative tone.

"You were gone for almost a whole day and I blacked out," said Sam quickly. "It didn't happen for no reason."

"Let it go, Sam..."

"No," said Sam, interrupting. "I want to know what happened."

Dean licked his lips and kept his eyes on the road. Ever since the run in with Alastair, it's been difficult to think of anything else. Whenever he lay down he could feel the touch of Alastair's razor. The coolness of the blade against his flushed skin. Dean swallowed hard. His skin tingled at the thought of Alastair's hands on him and the reminder of his reaction to...

Dean abruptly cleared his throat and exhaled sharply. "I'm not talking about it, Sam. Drop it."

"You can't run from it," said Sam after a few quiet moments, glancing at his brother. "I don't know anything of what happened but it couldn't have been that good for you to shut everyone out."

"I'm doing no such thing-"

"You won't talk to me, you're ignoring Bobby, you won't even talk to Castiel when he comes around to see you. It's like nothing interests you anymore." There was a pause but Dean said nothing. The back his hand turned whiter as he gripped the wheel tightly. "At the bar the other night, there were at least five girls that wanted to take you home. You ignored every single one of them. All that seems to take your interest is killing things and alcohol."

"Alright, Sam, I get it," Dean muttered through gritted teeth.

"Do you?" asked Sam quickly. "Because from what I'm seeing, you've changed and not in a good way. You need to open up about this. It's killing you."

The tension between them grew considerably as silence filled the spaces of the car once again. Dean went quiet again and decided he'd had enough. He leaned forward quickly and turned the music right up, blasting it in their ears. For the rest of the journey back to the motel room, nothing but the music was heard but Dean still avoided Sam's eyes which were still on him.

When reaching the motel room, Dean jumped straight into the bathroom for a much needed shower and once he emerged he noticed Sam sitting on his bed, looking at him. Dean shook his head and went to his duffel bag for clean clothes. To his surprise, Sam said nothing and went into the bathroom. Quickly, Dean placed on a pair of black shorts and shirt before getting under the covers of his bed.

Lying on his back, he looked up at the faded yellowing ceiling. The hard mattress pressed into his back and after a few quiet moments he sighed deeply. It almost reminded him of the mattress he laid against when Alastair's hands roamed over his body and...

Mentally cursing himself Dean roughly turned over, hitting the pillow in an attempt to make it softer and let out some of his anger along with it. When the bathroom door reopened, Dean stilled and tried to control his breathing. There was a short pause before he heard movement against the worn carpet beside him.

He heard the bed beside his creak as Sam sat down upon it and before long the light went out and after only a few minutes, Dean heard Sam's breathing even out. He was asleep. Dean blinked through the darkness before rolling onto his back again. Somehow he had the feeling that tonight was going to be no different to the last previous nights.

"So, who's first?"

"My, my, aren't we eager."

The dark figure standing in the corner finally moved, joining the other in the centre of the reddened room. The human soul looked over the figure before it. It was black and almost indescribable. Black smoky mist formed a humanoid body but gaping holes where the eyes and mouth should have been. As it grew taller, the green human eyes followed it.

"I'm ready." Dean Winchester spoke firmly and stood his ground against the demon he faced. The demon laughed which made Dean's jaw clench. "I am ready."

"Uh-ah," whispered Alastair. "You are only ready when I say you are. Besides, what's the rush? I only took you off the rack a couple days ago," Alastair added, his voice quickening in excitement. "I think you still need a little teaching from me."

"What kind of teaching?"

A sharp cry flew from Dean's mouth as the clothes covering him were ripped from his body, exposing the flesh to the heat in the room which was rising rapidly. The four walls closed in rapidly but Dean didn't flinch. It was something he had seen happen many times. Before his eyes, the red walls hissed with heat and bubbled heavy, an odd red liquid oozing down before hitting the ground and spreading across the floor.

For a moment, Dean watched the substance wearily. Silently, Alastair stepped closer to him and placed a smoky hand upon his chest, pushing him back. But just before he hit the wall, Alastair stopped, his black figure hovering around him menacingly.

"Do you remember this room, Dean?"

"Yes," the hunter replied tightly.

It had never changed. It was just a small, square room with four walls and no visible doors to speak of. Put simply, it was a training room for people who requested to be taken off the rack. There were many other 'rooms' in Hell too but Dean was sure he hadn't yet seen even half of them. The worst of them so far had been the one that surprised him the most. It was a cold room, like a freezer with nothing but a frozen lake of blood. It was a guilt room of sorts.

"Do you know what I want to teach you?"

Dean glanced around for a second before looking back at the demon and shaking his head. "No," he said quietly.

"I want to teach you what you should do when a new soul comes in from above," the demon informed. "But first you have to experience it."

"I already have," said Dean loudly.

"Yes, but that was almost thirty years ago," said Alastair, the gaping hole of his mouth forming into a wide smile, showing its razor sharp, pointed teeth. "You need a refresher course, I think."

A heavy scream echoed off the four walls as Dean was pushed backwards. The smell hit the air instantly, making the room stink of burnt human flesh as it melted off Dean's back. Sweat seeped thickly from Dean's pores, covering him in seconds, mixing with the blood that travelled down the backs of his legs.

"I will say this, Dean, I will miss ripping the skin off your bones but I suppose I will have the pleasure of overseeing your clients." The hunter before him didn't respond and didn't look up, forcing Alastair to move his head upwards. "I want you to focus Dean. Remember, you can't die here. Just enjoy this last minute of pain I'm giving you and if you manage to please me, I'll give you something you've been craving. How does that sound?"

Locking eyes with the demon, Dean nodded. "I'll try..." One look from Alastair made Dean change his mind. "I will."

"Good, pet," said Alastair, stroking down Dean's flawless chest with the blade of his razor. Without hesitating any longer, Alastair started, loving the way Dean managed to hold most of his screams inward and not let them be known. The first few cuts went around his chest before he sliced most of the skin off before moving to the arms and doing the same.

In Dean's silence, despite the pain, hot tears rolled down his face and dropped down into the wounds below, making them sting further. When finally, Alastair dropped his razor, he looked at his handy work. Dean no longer cared and rested against the back wall, ignoring the flaming it caused around the rest of his body. But before he knew it Dean was lying in the middle of the room, back in one piece.

It took a moment but the hunter eventually moved, standing once again. The walls returned to normal as did the temperature throughout the room. Dean was hauled to his feet and pushed against the wall again, naked. As Alastair moved closer than he ever had before, Dean held his breath. Was the demon really going to do this?

Suddenly, a bout of warm breath floated against his neck and the ghost of a hand brushed against his groin. A groan instantly left Dean's lips and Alastair smiled against the hunter, pressing into his body further.

"You've wanted this from me for a while now, haven't you?" Alastair asked in a low tone.

"Y-yes..." the hunter choked out.

"I love that despite what I've put you through, you still come back to me. I hope it'll always be this way, no matter what happens." The demon paused, looking over Dean's facial expressions changed from pleasure to desperation within seconds. "Tomorrow you start torturing under my watch," he whispered. "I hope you make me proud."

The hunter groaned desperately, trying to deepen the touch which Alastair eventually gave him. Dean's hips bucked at the contact and his flesh grew hard. The demons ministrations continued until finally, his orgasm hit him hard, making him call out the demons name in his pleasure.

A strangled cry echoed the small motel room as Dean bolted upright in his bed, drenched in a cold sweat. Movement sound from the bed next to him but Dean blinked rapidly, noticing nothing. As the faint outline of everything in the motel room became visible, he moved to the end of the bed. Instantly, he looked down and sighed at the hardness making itself known in his shorts.

"Dean...? What's s'up?"

Dean nodded, mostly for his own benefit. "Nothing, Sammy, go back to sleep."

When his brother's tall frame lay back down, Dean ran into the bathroom in record time and slammed the door shut harder than intended and leaned against it. Turning the shower on, he stripped the clothes off his heated body and stepped under the cold water, hissing through his teeth at the feel of it.

Gradually, Dean leaned forwards, resting his head against the cool white tiles and breathing deeply as the cold water ran down and over his back. But it wasn't working. His hardness was still present which had never worked in a cold shower before and Dean moved quickly, placing one arm above where his forehead rested.

"Screw it," Dean muttered, roughly taking hold of his already leaking cock.

Dean stroked himself quickly, wanting it to be over. It was embarrassing enough even though he was alone. It wasn't long before Dean's mind changed from the girls he normally thought about to Alastair. The demon's image burned in his mind as he continued stroking his length. Thinking of all those times Alastair touched him made Dean's cheeks burn with humiliation but he still continued and once his orgasm hit, the whisper of Alastair's name escaped him.

When the morning light of a new day seeped through the room inch by inch there was suddenly an unexpected guest in the small motel room. The angel looked between the two figures in their respective beds. Both were sleeping and looked at peace. He was glad they both appeared unharmed which made his tense shoulders relax slightly. Walking to the window slowly, he stopped and glanced outside. At the moment it was still and quiet.

After a few minutes one of the figures moved, the rustling from the bed becoming obvious and it wasn't long before it stopped again. "Cas, what the hell are you doing here?"

The angel turned on the spot and glanced at the hunter. Slowly, his head turned to the side and frown faintly appeared between his brows. It was clear to Dean that he was confused about something but he wasn't really in the mood for the angel's questions. Sitting up roughly, Dean pulled the pillow out from under his head and sat it on his lap before placing both arms over it.

"Is there something you need?" asked Dean impatiently when the angel said nothing, swinging his legs over the bed and placing the pillow beside him.

Castiel's eyes watched as Dean stood up from the bed and went to his duffel bag and began to search the piles of unfolded clothes inside.

"I've come for your assistance."

Those words made Dean stop and looked at the angel again. "By 'your' you mean our assistance, as in both of us?" Dean asked, pointing to himself and his brother.

"Yes."

Dean nodded faintly before grabbing hold of the pillow on his bed and throwing it towards his brother who stirred immediately. "Wake up, Sam," Dean said gruffly.

Gradually, the younger hunter came around and when spotting Castiel, he bolted upright as though being caught doing something he shouldn't.

"Alright, we're both awake. What do you want?"

Sam frowned sleepily at his brother. Never before had he heard Dean speak so abruptly to the angel. But the older hunter ignored the looks and impatiently gestured for Castiel to get to the reason why he decided to disturb there sleep. Dean failed to see anything that would be so important or urgent.

"I need to help a couple of angels but I cannot go myself."

"Won't we be killed or something?" asked Sam quickly.

"No," said Castiel instantly. "They know I'm attempting to help them but I can't go myself."

"Why?" asked Dean roughly. Castiel's hard blue eyes landed on him again and a sigh of annoyance left him. "Why, Cas?" he asked again, in a forced, lighter tone.

"Because I'm being watched," the angel replied. "Zachariah doesn't know exactly where I am but he's getting closer and I must leave before he finds you as well. There shouldn't be anything to stop you reaching them."

"Where are they?" asked Sam, getting up off the bed.

Castiel turned to him. "Three twenty one Industrial way," the angel said before vanishing.

"God I hate it when he does that," Dean muttered before going back to his clothes and getting changed.

"He's risked a lot for us so far," said Sam quietly. "We should help him."

"I'm not saying we shouldn't," Dean retorted. "I'm just saying that he should be a little more open with us if he expects anything."

"I could say the same about you..."

The words were so quiet that Dean barely heard it. "Excuse me?"

"Nothing," Sam muttered, disappearing into the bathroom.

Dean shook his head and finished changing before grabbing the keys to the Impala and waiting for Sam to join him.

As Dean drove down a dirt road lined with industrial buildings, he slowed down and frowned as he looked out the windows. Every building they could see was no longer standing and something that looked like dust blew from most of the windows and in one he could see a thick white smoke that billowed up into the sky before evaporating.

"I think we should get out and have a look."

With a single nod, Dean agreed and pulled the car to one side and they both hopped out and grabbed their weapons from the trunk. Moving back onto the road they continued up the road with weapons firmly in hand. They walked side by side and checked each building as they passed them.

"Do you think it's been like this long?"

Dean shrugged but he didn't answer verbally. Sam glanced in his direction and he knowingly avoided his brother eye. He wasn't in the mood for this. He just wanted this to be over with. As they approached the building Castiel had told them of, they slowed in their walking. It was the building they had seen with the white billowing smoke which was still pouring from the windows thickly.

They exchanged glances. "Do you think it's safe?"

Again, Dean shrugged but this time he said something. "I hope so."

Dean entered the building first, pushing the door out of the way which fell flat in the hallway. Sam cringed slightly at the noise, hoping it didn't bring any unwelcome attention their way. Dean waited as well before moving stealthy inside, Sam not far behind him. The white smoke instantly blinded them to everything, causing them to squint heavily, in order to see something.

"Sam, see anything?"

"No," he called back. "You?" He was met with sudden silence. "Dean?" There was still no reply. "Dean!?"

Gradually, the white smoke clouding the room faded and eventually was no longer present, as though it had never been there. Sam raised his gun quickly at recognising the small group of people he faced but stopped when realising that they hadn't noticed him. Confusion became present across his face as he slowly lowered his gun. Dean was standing with them talking to a tall man who he knew to be Alastair.

After watching in silence, Sam couldn't take it any longer. He moved out into the open and closer to the group, raising his weapon again. "Dean! What's going on?"

"Get rid of him," said Alastair, his white demon eyes coming out.

The four men surrounding him moved around Dean and towards him. Shots rang through the air, hitting a couple demons but it did them no harm. The gun was knocked from his hand and he was dragged from the room by his arms.

"Dean!" he yelled loudly, his voice echoing. "What are you doing? Dean!"

Dean hung his head at the words but didn't reply. It was like his voice wasn't functioning right at the moment. A chuckle sounded from Alastair which made him look up at the now human looking eyes that bore into his.

"What's the matter, Dean?" he asked, moving closer, looking down into the hunter's face. "Missed me already?"

"We thought some angels would be here..." Dean started feebly but stopped when Alastair chuckled again.

"Oh, I wouldn't worry about them," whispered Alastair. "Those angels have returned home. Tell Castiel that his brothers are back to where they should be and that next time they should obey their orders."

"You son of a-"

"Ah-uh, Dean," said the demon, waving a finger at him. "Don't say something you can't take back. Now, let's play nice, shall we? I haven't harmed you yet."

"But you'd like to..."

"Oh, yes, I would but now isn't the time," said Alastair quickly. "You need to return to the little angel on your shoulder and report back. Then we'll see about us having a little fun..." the demon stroked the hunter's arm almost lovingly. "...how does that sound?"

Dean's jaw clenched tightly but he managed a sarcastic smile. "Sounds great."

"That's my good little pet," the demon chuckled.

As he blinked, Alastair was gone and Dean looked around wildly before running outside, finding Sam lying beside his car, seemingly unconscious. When reaching Sam's side, he knelt down and shook Sam's shoulders roughly.

"Sam!"

"We need to talk, Dean..."

A relieved sigh escaped from Dean's mouth sharply. The words went ignored as Dean helped his brother up and into the car. They had to get out of there and fast before Alastair changed his mind.

"Back home...?"

"I'm sorry, Cas," the hunter said quietly.

Castiel turned to finally face Dean, shock and sadness etched in the lines on his face. The angel looked between the floor and Dean a few times, attempting to say something but nothing came out. He watched as Dean walked to the window and pulled the curtains back to look outside. It was dark and he watched as the moonlight bounced brightly off his car and the trees swayed lightly with the slight breeze.

Dean sighed heavily. "I wonder if it's going to rain," the hunter mused to himself.

Castiel focused on him again. "When you will discuss what happened with Alastair and the dreams you've been having?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Dean dismissed.

"Dean-"

"This isn't up for discussion, Cas," said Dean firmly, locking eyes with the angel. "Nothing happened and even if it did, it's got nothing to do with you."

The angel hesitated for a brief moment. "I... Just want to make sure you're alright," the angel whispered, his voice barely audible.

"I appreciate that, Cas," said Dean with a slight sarcastic undertone. "But I don't need a shoulder to cry on, alright?"

"If you need me..."

The sentence was left hanging in the air and Dean knew what the angel had meant to say. He nodded faintly but it was pointless. Castiel was gone. Taking note of the time, Dean sighed heavily and changed for bed. Sam was going to be back from the pharmacy soon and he didn't want to be awake when he did.

A/N: Not quite how I pictured chapter two but it will do for the part I wanted to get to which are the next parts. Oh, if there's any confusion, the second scene is a dream/nightmare of Dean in Hell.