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Tarvin entered the room where Kyle was setting up his new devices of torture. "Well I have to hand it to you for a human your imagination does me proud. Come tell me how this one works."

"The idea is almost deceptively simply, master." Kyle flushed with pleasure as the sounds the children would make once in his device filled his mind; an almost erotic pleasure pulsed in his body as he fingered the leather hardness.

'The smaller boy Sam, will be held in this," Kyle pulled the harness up so that Travin could inspect it closer, "His skin is so soft, almost like a peach." Kyle's tongue ran over his thin lips as if he were contemplating tasting the running juice, not of the fruit but of the flesh that would be torn and bleeding in a few moments. "As you can see, master, the back is completely open and when secured his spine will be here…" Kyle ran his fingers across a two inch board studded with sharp needle like tips. They ran in pairs down the board, just far enough apart to encourage caught skin to tear.

The demon nodded slowly his eyes tracking across the sharpened metal. "And the giant clear tank how does that work into your plan?"

"Oh this," Kyle stroked his hand over the tank lovingly Small scratches and torn flesh were never simply enough. He intended to literally rub salt into the wounds. "Sam will be lowered into this when Dean cannot hold his brother up any more. This tank is filled with salt water; the brine will cause the wounds to burn even when he is raised out of the water. The added bonus will be that the water will look like Sammy is bleeding so much more than he truly will be. It will look like blood. The more Sammy wiggles and tries to free himself the more he will tear up his own back. There is no way for him to not be in pain in this trap. This time it is for him to suffer, the amount of suffering can be eased by Dean keeping him out of the brine." Travin smiled at the human, he knew that any amount of pain to Sam would be too much for the older hunter to stand.

Kyle looked up at his master to see how he likes his trap. He explained his plan for Dean, "You see Dean is only so strong. Not even his considerable willpower will be able to last forever. Nothing will allow him to save Sam this time, he will be helpless, and he will have to understand that I am in control and nothing he does will save his little brother this time. If he chooses to reduce his own pain he will lower Sam into the brine. But if he takes the pain he will be pulled apart by his brothers' weight pulling on the rake; it will not kill Dean but it will dislocate his shoulders at some point. While he is being pulled apart on the rake poor little Sammy is going to be swinging from his harness, each swing will make the barbs to cut into his back. No matter what Dean chooses there will be pain."

Travin grins at his servant, "Nicely done. So he can pick between scouring his skin against the sharpened wire or dousing him in salt water, such a fierce burn that will cause. Such pleasant screams will we hear." Kyle's closed his eyes as his fingers danced upon the air as if conducting an orchestra. "I can almost hear his cries…"

The demon reached out and hooked his finger into the man's mouth to drag him forward, much like a worm on a hook. The man was a genius but every now and then he found himself lost in his own imagination, "And the girl? Did you forget that I want her to suffer alone with the boys?" He asked almost brusquely. He wanted to watch this play and judge the choices made by Dean for himself. There was only a limited amount of time to play before the hunter returned for his children. Hunter's were so predictable, so soft. Men driven by a thirst for revenge, yet some of them still held on to a moral code. John Winchester was one of those hunters, if he were to ever lose his children the man would be the end of the underworld Travin knew. That man was a stone cold skilled killer of anything he deemed evil. Nothing could stop him once he put his mind to killing it, nothing save his kids. You get your hands on them and you OWNED John.

"Patience, my master, all good things are worth waiting for." Kyle cooed. "Do you think I could forget your new plaything? She is such a delicate little twig that we can bend and break as we please." Kyle dipped his head and turned to look into the corner. The demon's hand shot out and slammed into the side of the man's jaw. Before the stunned man could fall, he felt Travin hand in his hair pulling him up and toward him. "Let me make one thing sinfully clear speak with an insolent tongue again and these contraptions you are so fond of will look like the vanilla side of pleasure, compared to what I will force you to endure." The demon hissed in his ear, the man shiver but not wholly from fear…

"Y...Yes my master, please forgive me." Kyle stumbled as he was released quickly from the painful hold. He caught himself on the bars of a strange little iron cage. "The girl will be pinned in this." Kyle pointed to the short cage that stood no more than three feet high and was about four feet long. He pulled a skewer from inside the cage, showing it to his master. "This bar will be placed behind her back and held in place by her arms like this" Kyle bent his arms over the bar holding it to his back with his elbows while his hands rested on his hips.

Travin Frowned, "She will simply be pinned. Much like Dean was early, just without the ability to sit up. What fun is that?" he sounded truly disappointed in the human.

"Oh no that is just the start of her fun" Kyle laughed as he laid the plan out once more for the demon that just did not seem to be getting the true beauty of his game. "When Dean pulls down to release the strain on his arms Sam gets placed in the salt water, and when Dean just lets the rake pull him the girls' cage will be release to hang, by nothing more than her arms. Dean will have to pick which one he will let suffer longer. His brother in the salt water which will make him twist and turn cutting himself up more or he can let the girl hang in her cage held up by nothing more than her own arms."

The demon smiled coldly "Excellent! Let's bring in the children; I have need of entertainment before I have to deal with the hunter. Soon I will have my knife and our games will come to an end so let us have our fun while we can."

"As you wish master, let the game begin."

Authors' Notes

Sorry this is kinda wordy. I just had to set up my device so that ya'll knew what was going on. I am kinda in shock right now. Just watched the show tonight "When the levee Breaks" OMG I am so upset tonight. I hope that everything can be fixed. I miss our boys being a team, Kripke is EVIL!!!!!!