Author Note: Someone asked for a chapter featuring Dean/Bela, and Sam/Lylith, so most of this chapter will be them. Also this chapter will be from third person to make it less confusing

Chapter 4

Dean knew his every movement was being traced, committed to memory even. To the demon, he felt awkward being watched again. Not since returning to Earth had many come to see him work- most feared what they would see, and they were probably completely right.

Dean's movements were liquid, flowing easily from one to another. Right now, he was only picking out the last few instruments he would use against the angel Castiel. He knew this angel, knew him well. The angel probably didn't even know what the ex-hunter knew, and Dean would enjoy enlightening to how screwed Earth became because of him. It wasn't only his joy at hand though; his eyes trailed over to who was watching him, his cousin- Rachel. She was standing silently in a corner- eyes locked to him as if she was recording it and didn't want to miss a second. This Dean knew as well- he knew what this damn angel did to her. Rachel was his cousin- might as well been his sister though. The pain this bird caused her, and because of that, Dean was going to do exactly as she asked.

"Make him scream for Daddy… Make him beg," she had said, and he had every intention.

Dean finally pushed the tray to the rack and gave the angel a small smirk. In his hand was a small blade- he knew about an angel's grace and things that would make any person scream would not work on Castiel. All of this would have to be emotional torture and strikes against his grace- Dean reveled the challenge.

Silently, Dean ran the knife on his own thumb checking for sharpness. "We may not have ways to kill you besides a few blades," the demon sighed not once looking his quarry in the eyes, "but we do have ways to harm you. I think that makes it even better." Finally green eyes met blue. "So you see, I can hurt you, make you scream, beg maybe, but you won't die."

Castiel stayed stoic, but Dean was grinning. His eyes quickly scanned over his cousin's tense form. She was anxious- he could tell. Raising the blade, the demon ran it flat side along the angel's cheek. Before the angel could even realize the blade against his cheek fully, Dean plunged a second knife right into the backside of Castiel's hand. The angel's face tightened for a moment, but no sound escaped his lips. Again smiling, Dean set the blade against Cas's lips and tapped it there.

"Good," the torturer grinned. "Very good… I would hate for you to scream when this has just started. It would make this… too easy."

Rachel shifted in the corner watching intently as Dean continued with the "spa treatment" as he would call it. It started off simply with knives and pressure points for those knives to penetrate. There was a lot of banter from the demon torturer, but that was expected. He was known for talking like what he was doing was completely normal. Then, Dean picked up a syringe filled with demon blood. For once, the Nephilim straightened and watched intently.

"You know what's in this right?" Dean asked squirting some of the blood onto the ground. "Tainted hellfire blood. One hundred proof." He talked like it was some sort of alcoholic beverage. "I wonder what affect it will have on you."

Before Dean could empty the contents into Cas's bloodstream, the door creaked open. Both generals' eyes locked onto the door wondering who would be up here for this. While some demons enjoyed watching this, no one would usually watch Dean Winchester's masterpieces. In through the door walked the lovely Bela Talbot. She gave Dean a weak smile before joining Rachel in the corner.

"I thought that this wasn't your thing," Rachel said quietly to her thief friend.

"If I didn't come here," Bela whispered back, "I'd be lucky to see Dean at all today." She gave a shaky smile- she couldn't hide it. Even she didn't like watching her boyfriend at work.

The screams of a certain angel tore Rachel's gaze away from her dark-haired friend. Castiel was pulling at the restraints, back arching as he attempted to get away from what was coursing through his veins. The entire room was silent save for his agonizing cries, but soon, they were reduced to whimpers.

"It seems we might have a weapon to reduce the angels down to nothing but whimpering messes," Dean said with glee.

"Useful," Rachel nodded. "I will inform my Father of this. Until we have more weapons that can kill these birds, perhaps this is a good alternative." She waltzed over to the angel, ran her fingers through his sweat-slicked hair, and whispered, "Hope you enjoy the five star treatment." Turning, Rachel made her way to the door. "I wish I could stay and watch more of your hospitalities Dean, but I have to make a trip to the market. Continue on, but try not to kill the bird." With that, Rachel left the panting angel still pulling absently at his cuffs.

For a moment, Dean walked away from his prey and over to Bela. "What are you doing here, darling?" Such a simple word, but there was some weird sort of affection in it.

"I decided to come see you," Bela frowned. "You know how you are when you get a new toy." Her now-turned black eyes were baring into Dean's. It had taken some strings, but like Dean's body, Bela's had been completely fixed. He had only allowed her out of Hell to make things more interesting, but he hadn't expected for her to be the one warming his bed at night… he didn't mind it either.

"Yes," he laughed. "But I don't intend of breaking this toy as quickly as the rest." His hands were gripping her arms as he pulled her body against his. Their lips only millimeters away. "I realize I've been ignoring you, but I will make that up to you tonight."

"I take it I should come back up here later and retrieve you?" Bela grinned.

"Probably," Dean nodded absently.

"You're infuriating sometimes," she growled… It was truly the perfect love-hate relationship. The two liked to share a bed, but most of the time, they pretended that they didn't really care for much else. Some days, they would harass one another back and forth, and it would feel like a real relationship. Other days, Dean was too busy to care about anything else but what Lucifer wanted him to do. Probably, the words never said would be that the two enjoyed more than just sharing a bed, but for safety concerns, as Bela was not a really high ranking demon, things were best left as is.

Today though, today was one of the harassing days that made the two feel like they actually might be a couple. Through the sarcasm and wit, the two could say they had something to share- Hell. Both had gone to Pit and came back… different. Bela, not so much, as she still was a thieving bitch that found manipulation useful, but she had learned quick as had everyone else that messing with the Generals' was a death wish. Dean was obviously completely different- being a demon and all-, but it worked to make the relationship between himself and Bela more stable.

The kiss was rough and needing, but the thief went along with it. She wasn't one to shy away from times like this. Actually, Bela wrapped her arms around Dean's neck and pulled him closer plunging her tongue into his mouth. Before she even could process another thought, she was slammed against the door into the room, and the ex-hunter was running his callous hands up under her shirt; she moaned greedily into his mouth. The kiss seemed to last minutes, but eventually, Bela cracked an eye and wanted to laugh.

"Your new toy is staring," she whispered hungrily against Dean's mouth.

He only sighed in response before glancing back at Castiel. "I really need to get back to work. Angels are a pain to break."

"And you want to take this one slow?" she prodded.

The sentence 'he deserves it' went unsaid but was completely understood by both parties. Slowly and hesitantly, the two bodies untangled themselves from the door. Dean went back to staring at the unemotional Castiel while Bela moved to open the door.

"Don't play too long," she said jokingly on her way out.

"Probably won't hold my interest," Dean admitted with a sigh. "He already screamed."

"Then make him beg…"

. . . . .

Sam was utterly bored. The library didn't hold as much of his interest as it did before. Sometimes, he felt like he had already glanced through every book (which he probably did), and other than going out to mutilate enemies, there wasn't a whole lot to do. His brother always had fun, but that was because Dean had the stomach to do what he did, and Sam… well, Sam wasn't really into seeing how much someone could go through before they were begging. He could have gone and seen Dean, but on that note, Sam also knew that there was now an angel residing up there- the one that murdered his cousin's parents-, so he understood that his brother was going to take his sweet ole time… And this left to Sam being utterly bored.

The doors to the massive library structure- though it always plagued Sam as to why Lucifer wanted a library… he was never stupid enough to ask-, and in slid, a small slender blonde. His yellow eyes glanced over for a brief second before finding some other useless item to focus on. He'd take the boring library any day over what just walked in.

"Hello Sam," the demoness purred waltzing right up behind the younger Winchester and wrapping her arms around his waist.

"Lylith," he replied dryly. He didn't know why he put up with the first demon ever created. Dean, Rachel, and he were Lucifer's Generals now, not this thing. Still, she had the devil's favor, and as such, the Winchester had to watch his words around the white-eyed demon. Some day, Sam promised himself that he'd kill the witch like he had killed Ruby all that time ago. He only put up with her because in truth she was a good fuck. There weren't a whole lot to choose from when it came to bed partners, and Sam like most needed something to take his mind from the war. Dean had Bela, and Rachel… well Rachel had Alistair chasing her- which made Sam pity her, by the way. His cousin had a tendency to just lie with whatever demon or Fallen that was appealing in that moment up until recently, but he wasn't in the mood to think about his cousin's obsession with the new upstairs resident Castiel. After all, the guy/bird did kill her parents, so he looked the other way, and if the chance came, he might even pick up the knife for causing his cousin pain.

"What has you staring off into space?" the blonde meatsuit said while nipping playfully at his ear. It took everything for Sam not to swat the demon off.

"My cousin and Dean's new toy," he answered truthfully as lying to Lylith was pointless. She seemed to have a knack for already knowing things, and she actually even knew how Sam truly felt about her. Somehow, she didn't care.

"The angel," she smiled against his neck. "I heard him screaming just a bit ago."

"Already?" Sam sighed shaking his head. "My brother truly has a skill with a blade."

"He's the best," she added before sliding around to stand in front of the younger Winchester. "At least at that… Really the only thing he is good for."

"I'd cram it Lylith," Sam growled his eyes locking onto the demon's. "Before I tear your meatsuit's precious lungs out of her chest." No one spoke about his brother in that manner.

"Touchy, touchy…"

"Anyway, he's better than you still," Sam said suddenly grinning. "He is, after all, the main General next to Rachel… And what are you?" He leaned in close to whisper his next words into her ear. "Nothing. You're just around for Lucifer's amusement." He pulled away smiling sadistically. "And mine."

Sam pulled the demon tight against his body. The table in the room was about to get some use. Well, this would at least take up some time and distract him. With a rather rough push, the Winchester had Lylith backed up to it. Eager to follow, she jumped up on the table and wrapped her legs around Sam.

"Hey Sammy," a new voice carried through the door. Rachel had the pleasure of walking in on Sam and Lylith locked in a lip battle. Neither stopped when she walked in. "Perhaps you two could stop trying to eat each others' faces for a moment?"

Sam finally glanced over at his irritated cousin with a rather impatient look. "Busy here Rachel."

"I can see that. I do have a pair of eyes," she remarked sarcastically. "I just thought you would like to accompany me to the market. I have some business to conclude there, and I was going to look for Dean's birthday present."

Lylith tugged insistently on Sam's shirt, but without a word, the Winchester untangled himself from the white-eyed bitch and walked over to his cousin. He was sporting a smirk as he set a hand on Rachel's shoulder.

"Love to," he nodded. "I'm rather bored here. You'd be more fun than anything else I could do."

Rachel was standing at the right angle to see Lylith's angered look, but she shrugged it off. Together, the cousins left the library towards the demonic market.

"What were you thinking for a present?" Sam asked closing the library's doors.

"New set of knives perhaps?" she shrugged. "I'm sure we'll find something he'll love to use against an angel."

Chapter 5 preview: Rachel decides to visit Castiel again in the dungeons, and instead of arguing, the two actually talk peacefully… Plans are made to attack Heaven; while Dean and Sam make plans of their own to try and find Bobby Singer.

OOC: Next chapter the relationship between Rach/Cas will start to emerge. Hope you enjoyed the chapter. For those wondering about Hidden Wings 2, I have half the first chapter done. Review!!!