Ok, this is the longest chapter so far. Two updates in one day! I just couldn't stop writing today ^.^ I love moods like this.

I even got a second reviewer, YAY :D so this chapter is dedicated to you, Veronica :)

I don't own Supernatural or any of it's characters. . . But I'd like to

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Dean dimly heard Sammy screaming his name, and Crowley and the other demons laughing. He sagged in his chair when the demon next to him removed the cattle prod. Panting hard.

'Dean! Are you okay?' Dean raised his head to meet his brothers eyes and smiled at him

'Just peachy Sammy' he said, then to Crowley 'That tickled'

'Well, we can soon change that' Crowley interjected 'As touching as this moment is, I'm sure you realise, Sam that what you just witnessed was only the tiniest taste of what Dean here could be subject to if you don't cooperate.'

Sam's jaw clenched and he stared desperately at Dean, who shook his head. Sam opened his mouth to answer but Crowley interrupted. 'And before you tell me to shove it again, just think on this' the cattle prod returned. It felt like fire was coursing through Dean's veins, he cried out in pain. Crowley smirked and turned back to Sam who was pale and shaking, eyes tortured as he watched his brother writhe and yell. 'Tell you what, moose. I'll give you a deadline. Seeing as you don't have the tablet with you and I don't really trust your word anyway, I'll send you back home. I'll give you twenty four hours to deliver me the tablet. I'll have one of my demons standing by where he drops you off. In order to get Dean back, you have to deliver the tablet and sign the contract. But you'd better be quick Sam, the longer you're gone, the more fun I can have with squirrel here. Twenty four hours exactly. One second later, Dean dies. And I take his soul for eternity. Untie him'

Sam was forced to his feet flanked by two demons. Crowley sauntered over to Dean, producing a knife which he stroked along Dean's cheek.

'Do you remember Hell, Dean?' Crowley asked, Dean kept his eyes straight ahead, deliberately not looking at him, or Sam. 'Hm?' the knife cut into his cheek. Dean flinched 'I only ask because I learned a few tricks from Alistair. And now I know things that will make you beg Sam to give up those trials' he leant right in to Dean's ear, eyes on Sam 'I can make your life quite literally, Hell. In fact' he added, watching Sam's reaction to Dean's reaction to his words. 'To keep you safe, I think I'll take you back downstairs with me. Everyone has really missed you.' Dean reacted to that and pulled away from Crowley, as far as his chair would allow it.

Dean did remember Hell, the blood, the fire, the pain. He couldn't go back there, couldn't go back on the rack. He'd break easier the second time round, he just knew it. He couldn't do that again. He just couldn't. Then he met Sam's eyes

'Sammy' he whispered. Sam winced at the pure fear in his brothers voice. He knew what Hell had done to him. It had broken him, completely.

Dean watched Sam's resolve waver. He would sign the damn contract then and there, no. He had to be strong. He had to be strong for Sammy. He could go back to Hell, for Sammy.

'Don't do it' he managed 'No matter what happens Sammy, don't do it. When you get out, run, and don't look back.' The demons placed their hands on Sam's shoulders simultaneously, giving Dean just enough time to turn in his chair and spit in Crowley's face before Sam disappeared. Give him the last image of defiance. Show him that he could do this, that he wasn't scared of Crowley. That he wanted Sam to finish the job. After all. He had always known it would end bloody for him.

When Sam had gone, Dean had to fight harder to squash his fear. Crowley cut him again for the spit and then touched his shoulder.

And Dean relived his worst nightmares.

Back next to the impala, Sam finished digging up Abbadon's torso and jumped into the car to speed back to the bunker, where he unloaded the pieces of Abbadon and placed them in separate rooms. Then he sat down at the table, head in his hands. He needed to think. He had to get Dean back, the echo of his scream reverberated inside his head, and now his brother was back in Hell. He had half a mind to drive straight to Kevin and get him to dig up the other half of the tablet. But on the other hand, he couldn't give in. Couldn't drop the trials when he was so close to closing the gates of Hell forever. But if he did that, he would trap Dean inside too. He wasn't even aware of his tears until he pulled his hands away from his eyes.

He stared at the wetness on his palms. Defeated. Aware that the fact that he was crying knew that he had already made his decision. Dean had made his decision for him. It was possibly the hardest thing he could do. But he would reassemble Abbadon, and finish this. For Dean.

Five hours later, Sam was carefully stitching one of Abbadon's arms back to the main body. His hands were shaking and he felt terrible, not least because of the fact that he had basically abandoned his brother to go all Frankenstein. He had been with Crowley for over five hours now. And in Hell, who knew how long that was? A month? Three years? He couldn't tell, and he hated it. He stopped for a second and took a deep breath to steady himself before cutting the thread and repositioning the head. He would leave her hands off and stored in the bunker, after all, it was the demon he had to cure, not the vessel. It was growing dark outside. Sam went to turn on the light so he could see. He took the head out of it's box and positioned it on the neck. He jumped when his phone rang. He put the head back down and fished his phone out of his pocket.

666 Calling

Sam clenched his fist around the phone and then answered.

'What do you want now, Crowley?' he said through his teeth, putting the phone to his ear.

He heard screaming. Dean's screaming. The sound of sizzling flesh and faintly, a knife being sharpened. 'You son of a bitch!' he shouted. 'What are you doing to him?'

'Are you sure you really want to know moose?' came the slick reply 'I'm calling to check in. See, down here, for your brother it's been six months. And we haven't been kind to him believe me.' Dean's screams got louder, and the sickening crunch of a grinding bone and straining flesh 'That was the sound of us tearing squirrel's tail off. . . or his arm, whichever you prefer'

'No!' Sam was on his knees, sobbing as he listened to his brother get torn apart

'Chill your beans, moose' Crowley chuckled 'We'll put humpty dumpty together again, otherwise we'd run out of parts to rip off.'

'Please' Sam begged as another heart wrenching scream came from Dean 'Please just stop'.

'You have the power to make us stop' Crowley said, voice hard and unforgiving. 'All you have to do is give me what I want. You have less than nineteen hours. Or, eleven months in Hell time. Otherwise your brother's soul is mine, and he'll stay here' Crowley paused and Sam could hear blood splattering on stone 'forever. Now how about a little word with your beloved sibling?'

'Sam!' Dean's voice was hoarse, broken, it was clouded with pain and thick from tears 'Sammy'

'Dean' Sam sobbed

'Sammy please'

'I'm sorry, Dean, I'm so sorry. I love you'

'Love you too little brother' Dean sounded like he was struggling to breathe 'keep fighting this fucker, don't do what he wants, leave me here. You have to – AHHHH! SON OF A BITCH!'

'Well that's enough of that. Moose, I think you get the message'

The line went dead.

Sam dropped the phone, his eyes were streaming, his shoulders shaking, his heart and stomach squeezing. He wanted to be sick, he wanted to curl up in a warm bed and have Dean comfort him better, he wanted Dean.

He couldn't let Dean down by giving in to Crowley, but he couldn't let him rot down there either. So he did something he hadn't done in quite a long time.

He prayed.

Castiel

How am I doing with Crowley in your opinion? I'm trying to get him across as the way I see him, he is actually quite funny, and flirtatious in a completely ruthless, evil way of course.

I feel mean for what I'm doing to Dean, but I do have a tendency to beat up my favourite characters. I guess I'm just sadistic.

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