"You broke the first seal when you first cut into that screaming bitch," Alistair informed Dean.

Dean thought back to that first day of torturing. It was the worst day of his life/death.

Flashback:

"I'll make you the same offer I make every day. I'll let you off the rack, if you pick up my razor," Alistair said. He could tell Dean was close to saying yes. Yes, it had been thirty years, and a few years ago he had despaired of ever succeeding, but Dean's spirit was broken. Alistair could see that now.

"Yes," Dean whispered. "I'll do it."

"I've got the perfect candidate for you," Alistair said. "She's been here longer than you, but we stopped torturing her when you got here, hoping you would want to do it."

Dean shrugged. It made no difference to him who he tortured. He just wanted to get off the rack. Alistair led him into a different chamber. "Here you go. Torture well or you'll end up back on the rack."

They really only needed him to torture one person to get him to break the first seal, but knowing Dean's self-sacrificial bent, torturing others would be worse torture for him. They would let him continue on as long as he did a good job.

"Mom? What are you doing in Hell?" Dean asked.

"I made a demon deal. It wasn't for my soul, but dealing with demons pretty much excludes you from the attic."

"I can't do this," he said and put the razor down. He couldn't torture his own mother. Alistair had left the room, though, so he could chat for a while until he came back. "So, what was this deal you made?"

"Your father died and I brought him back," Mary began.

Dean had to laugh despite their circumstances. Apparently this was a family tradition. He'd been here thirty years, though, so he was pretty sure Sam hadn't sold his soul to bring him back.

"So, if it wasn't for your soul what was it for?" Dean asked, curious. He didn't know you could bargain with other things, but considering you end up here either way, it didn't seem to make much difference.

"The demon told me he would swing by in ten years for something and that if he wasn't disturbed nobody would get hurt. I still don't know what it was for, but I'm afraid it had something to do with Sam. The demon was in his nursery."

Dean froze, well he didn't freeze, it was hot. Everything that had happened was because of his mother. Because of all the torture he had endured, he couldn't take it anymore. He picked up Alistair's razor and started carving. He enjoyed hearing his mother's screams. This was all her fault.

When he was done, he was ashamed of himself. He tried to apologize to his mother, but she looked away. He wished he didn't have to do this anymore, but he had changed. Now that he had tortured his mother he could torture anyone. But he didn't want to. This was the worst thing that had ever happened to him.

The End