Castiel had been in Hell for exactly 40 years today. And it had been the longest 40 years he had every had. Upon the demons realizing that that he would not break down or cower under fake visions, they decided to ignore what they did to other angels, and started strapping him on the rack.

The rack was an endless torture device, which stretched him out vulnerable, so that endless amount of demons could hack and cut at him. Everyday his wounds seemed to heal, just for another horde of demons to begin torturing. Castiel knew though, that if he ever broke, he would turn into a demon, and would most likely try and kill all his old friends. So he stayed and endured.

"Hello again Castiel!" A green demon said brightly, almost cheerfully. Castiel stayed silent, he knew better than to give the demons a reaction.

"Ah... not very verbal today are we." The demon shook his head in mock sadness "Well we're going to have to remedy that!" Vomit (as Castiel had started to call the demon) hacked off his arm, and Castiel had to shut his mouth before the scream that was building up came out.

"Did you know that I have sent out about a hundred demons to where your boys are staying?" Vomit asked inquisitively, "Virtually an army."

"Prepare for your demons to die." Castiel said through gritted teeth, then mentally slapping himself. Why after forty years, after endless amounts of goading, why had he talked to this insignificant vomit stain?

"Oh I don't think so!" Vomit grinned sadistically "The Winchesters are good hunters, but not that good, as to stop a hundred demons charging them at once. Also for the first time there will be no angelic snobs to stop us!"

Castiel glared at the demon, furious at him, for out of all the threats he had endured for the Winchester's, he could tell that this demon was actually telling the truth. That there would be about a hundred demons charging at the bunker, and now that he was gone, there really would be no angels willing to help them.

Vomit hacked off Castiel's leg, ignoring the tiny whimper that came from Castiel. Castiel hated the rack, he hated being tortured everyday, he hated being in Hell. Escaping would be almost impossible here on the rack, for how could escape fRom something that bound his wrists and legs? The illusion chamber was way better, at least then he would have had a better chance of escaping! But there was no hope for that to happen, for the demons already knew he was almost immune to the illusion chamber.

"Ha, this is so much fun! Although it would be better if you screamed, in fact a lot better. what makes you scream little angel?" Vomit leered at Castiel, menacingly

"As long as you don't send me back to the illusion chamber I'll be fine right here." Castiel said with fake smugness

"No, it doesn't really work on you"

"Thats what you think. Wait I mean no I'd rather stay here!" It was really hard to act, Cas thought. Making your emotions correspond with your face was very hard

"But maybe we could arrange it, I'd love for you to be one of the first angels to break here! All the demons would worship me for breaking you!" Vomit grinned again.

"I promise to scream, I won't be any trouble, just please don't send me back there." Castiel screamed, knowing that if this was any other demon, they would just laugh and keep hacking away at him. But this demon was one of the first that actually told the truth and was dumb! Castiel had to make use of this golden opportunity.

"Take him to the illusion chamber! And make it fast! This angel is starting to show some fear!" Vomit yelled to about 20 other demons. They hurried forward and detached him from the rack. He pretended to go limp.

To tell the truth Castiel was a bit fearful of the illusion chamber, who wouldn't be? It took your darkest fears and showed them all one by one, the only way he had been able to survive, was by pretending he didn't care. One of his fears had been him killing Dean, and since he had gotten to Hell, he had relived that fear again and again. He didn't want to go back to that, but now he had no choice. To escape from the illusion chamber was just a matter of living through all your fears without showing being killed by them. Alastair had designed it himself, saying that anyone who could get through that was definitely demonic enough, so that they could be released into the real world.'

The demons put a steel helmet on his head, the helmet was to make his worst nightmares come true, so that they would be actually here, in Hell. Castiel closed his eyes and waited for something to happen. Nothing happened, maybe the machine wasn't working. He had probably inherited the Winchester luck, by the way everything seemed to go wrong for him.

Castiel cautiously opened his eyes, and saw Dean. This time he didn't look hurt, nothing seemed wrong with him. The machine was definitely malfunctioning. Castiel hesitantly stepped forward, seeing that nothing really was wrong with Dean! Except wait... he thought he smelt something in the air... Was it sulfur?

"Christo." Cas whispered, and flinched back when Dean's eyes turned black. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, NO! How was this happening, Cas thought he had buried this memory so deep that no machine would ever be able to find it.

Looking at Dean, Cas felt a deep ache in his chest, it hurt to see him like this, after forty years, and looking at Dean with demon eyes, it hurt so much. Dean's mouth curled up in a cold smile.

"Hey Cas, did ya miss me?"