This next chapter's got some torture. Sorry (not sorry)! I enjoy a good bit of hurt!Dean sometimes. Because then someone can take care of him. So here we go!
Chapter 7
Dean sat curled up in the corner of his cell, trying to make himself as small as possible. He couldn't tell how long he had been there, due to the lack of clocks or windows for the sun to shine through. He had no clue where he was. The only time he got out of his cell was to be taken to the room where he'd find Crowley with a white apron on and a wide variety of torture tools.
Dean's breathing was shallow and irregular. His chest hurt so much, making it hard to do the simplest of tasks, breathing. But he had to keep going. He had to.
He didn't even really know why he was here. The only things he knew were a few phrases he heard from the demons that dragged him off to Crowley. He heard things about something called a Dalek and how they were working with Crowley. That and something about a guy who called himself 'the Doctor' and how this was some sort of trap for him. Whatever this was. How would the Doctor know about him anyways? Why would he care? It's not like Dean was important. No. No one would be coming for him. He was sure of that. He was sure Sam wasn't stupid enough to come after him in a place like this. No, it was better this way. Dean would stay here for the rest of eternity as long as Sammy was safe.
All of a sudden, a doorway somehow appeared in the cell and two demons walked in. Dean still didn't know how that was possible, but he was too exhausted and, frankly, terrified to care. He shoved himself farther back into the corner, already being right up against the wall. The one of the demons smirked and they both headed over to Dean. They each grabbed an arm and pulled Dean out of the cell. He struggled weakly against their grip but knew that there was no hope. Nothing he could do. So, eventually, he let himself go limp as he dragged down the maze that was the hallway.
They ended up in front of a door and as it opened, Dean saw the familiar sight of Crowley and his assorted weapons. The demons brought him into the room and over to the large table with metal shackles on it. Anyone could tell that the table was once a bright silver. But now, the color was dulled by the large stains of Dean's blood.
"Ah, hello Dean. How are we today?" Crowley asked as his demons strapped Dean down.
"Screw you." Dean said.
"I'm great, thanks." Crowley told him, ignoring Dean's insult, "Was out and about today. Even got in to see your brother!"
"If you touched him, I swear, I'm gonna kill you!" Dean yelled, struggling to get over to Crowley.
"Calm down, Squirrel. I didn't hurt your precious little Moose. We just had a chat. Even showed him your condition. He wasn't too pleased about that." Dean closed his eyes in defeat. That meant that Sam was going to come after him. He knew that if his brother saw him like this, he was definitely coming to get him. He didn't want Sam here.
"Ugh, your silence is deafening, Dean. Talk to me." Crowley complained, picking up a knife. He then walked over to Dean and pressed the tip of it into Dean's stomach. Dean groaned in pain and Crowley smiled. He dug the tip in deeper and then twisted, getting rewarded with a pained shout from Dean.
"There we go." Crowley said, smiling.
Crowley then began slicing deep cuts into Dean's arms, making sure to avoid anything too important. Couldn't have Dean dying on them, now could they?
"You know, Dean," Crowley said to him, "You've always been a real pain in the ass." He took the knife and shoved it into Dean's side. Dean yelled and writhed in pain. Crowley kept the knife in his side and continued, "But then, I got an offer from some new business partners. And they said I could torture a Winchester. Whichever one I chose. And I thought about it. I said to myself, 'So, Me, which one of those boys always stuck out in your mind?' and I answered 'Well, Crowley, they aren't exactly easy to forget. But Dean, he's the one I have always wanted to cut in to.' and I asked myself why. And then it hit me. You keep up this smug facade. You act as though you're fine when your little Moose asks, even when you aren't. And I decided I wanted to show your brother exactly what you look like inside. When he asks if you're ok, you say 'I'm fine.' But really, this is how you feel." With his last word, Crowley twisted the knife quickly. Dean screamed in pain again.
After being sliced into, burned, whipped, and getting two more broken ribs, Dean was returned to his cell. He was thrown in by the two demons that had brought him to Crowley before. When he hit the metal floor with a thud, he moaned in pain. He couldn't find the strength to speak or even move, so as the demons walked out the door and it disappeared, Dean laid on the ground, blood pooling beneath him.
Wow, I'm cruel. If you were expecting a nice, happy chapter, go somewhere else! So, what did you guys think?