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Sam pulled in the address Bobby had given him. The motel had the same M.O. as his and Dean's. He walked up and down the walkways glancing at room numbers. When he reached Bobby's door, he knocked.

"Hey Sam." Bobby said, opening the door. "What can I do you for?" Sam was confused.

"I'm here to help you with something. You called me about an hour ago, remember?" He said.

"No I didn't. I didn't even know you guys got in yet." Bobby said, shaking his head.

"Then who called me?" Said Sam. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He flipped it open and hit a number. "C'mon Dean pick up."

"Hi you've reached Dean Winchester-" Sam closed his phone and looked at Bobby.

"We have to go. Now." Bobby nodded and grabbed his keys.

Dean couldn't see. Something was covering his eyes. His arms were spread wide above his head and the rest of him hung limp. The cold air pressed against his bare torso. He could hear nothing and was still groggy from the drug.

"Nice to see you Dean." A woman's voice said.

"Wish I could say the same about you. What's with the blindfold?"

"Aw, well I'm not one to spoil surprises. Which is why I made sure every move I make is a surprise to you."

"Who are you?" He asked. She smiled.

"I thought you'd never ask." She walked closer to him. "Let's see, you sent me to Hell."

"We've done that to a lot of demons." Dean said. She ignored him.

"You forced me out of two bodies."

"Man you must be bad ass." She ignored Dean again.

"You killed my brother." She said. She walked up to him and whispered. "And you put a bullet in my father's chest."

"Meg." Dean breathed.

"Bingo baby." She said. "After I heard about what you did to my father I hunted you down to get you right where I wanted you. And would you look-e-there. I do. Called Sam to get him away from you so we cold have some alone time."

"Why not me and Sam. Why just me?" Dean asked, trying not to shiver. Meg smiled.

"My kind still needs Sam. You on the other hand are completely disposable. And you know what Dean?" She said.

"Gee what?" Dean said.

"I learned a few tricks since you forced me out of your brother and this time," Dean heard heavy footsteps coming from across the room. "I've got back up."

"Bring it on bitch." He said. Meg punched him and made his lip bleed.

"As you wish." Dean spat out the blood and heard metal on metal, footsteps were coming toward him. A knife touched his neck. The blade was ice cold. "Meet your new best friend." Meg said. Dean said nothing. The knife ran down his neck and onto his torso. Meg pushed the knife into his chest, harder and harder until blood poured. It hurt, bad but Dean wouldn't make a sound. She traced the knife up and down his body in slashes, the warm blood trickling down.

Don't scream Dean. Don't scream. He thought. He gritted his teeth, did anything to stop himself from crying out. Then it stopped.

"Aw Dean," Meg said. "You aren't gonna scream for me?"

"Screw you." Dean whispered.

"Oh, don't worry Dean. Eventually you will scream. I'll make sure of it." Meg walked over to the male demon.

"Be a dear and hand me that," Dean couldn't see what he handed her. "Thank you." Then without warning, black leather tore at his back. The crack echoed through...wherever he was.

"One little scream Dean. All I'm asking."

"Once again, screw you." She brought the whip down again. Dean bit his lower lip. God it hurt. Again and again it came down. Harder, faster. After a dozen times Dean didn't know how much longer he could hang on. The only warmth in the room was the blood running down his body and the sweat running down his face. Meg was getting restless.

He couldn't see. Nothing but darkness. All he felt was pain. Terrible, agonizing pain. And Now she was screaming at him.

"Scream. You know that's all I want!" She bellowed. He didn't make a sound. He knew if he did he'd scream. The leather came down with a loud crack and his back was once again split open. He wanted to cry out, to die. If only God was that merciful. He felt her walk toward him. The blindfold wouldn't let him see what she was about to do. He felt her mouth next to his ear.

"C'mon Dean," she whispered. "Scream." Dean shook his head. "Have it your way then." She nodded to the demon holding the whip. He brought it down, and Dean broke. He screamed, just like Meg wanted him to. And when the demon struck him with the whip again, he screamed louder.

Meg walked up to him again. "Now see Dean was that so hard?" Dean breathed heavily. Wishing he could move his wrists. The metal shackles were digging into them making them bleed. Meg punched Dean again.

"Answer me!" Dean just hung there. Meg grabbed his hair and pulled his face up to hers.

"Ah." Dean winced.

"Was that so hard?" Dean shook his head. She let him go. "And it's only gonna get easier."

--More soon. What'd ya think? I'd luv to know!--