Reaching for Grace

Chapter Three

Dean opened his eyes to see Alastair holding the iron far away from him, smiling in triumph.

"Good choice, Winchester. I knew you would pull through." Alastair said through a smile in that awful whiny voice that made Dean want to throw up.

Dean turned his head away from Alastair trying to block out the sound of his voice. Dean thought about what he had just done, his mind was racing and he couldn't process what was happening. Did he really just agree to torture? torture? Oh my god he did, and he did it to save his own ass. How pathetic was that?

Alastair walked around the table Dean was laying on, unhooking each of the chains as he came to them. As soon as he was free Dean sprung up and landed on the other side off table stepping away from Alastair.

"Oh, what's wrong Dean? We're friends now, on the same side." Alastair sneered.

"We will never be on the same side."

"Really? Because I'm pretty sure you just agreed to my terms. We just closed a deal, boy, and if you try to run or weasel your way out of it I can guarantee that your soul will be torn and beaten until it turns pitch black and you will be one of us."

Dean 's eyes flew to each side of the room, searching for an exit, the only one was the stone archway leading out into the hall with the cells. He had to think of a way out of this deal, how was he doing to deal with torturing a human soul? He needed a miracle, an angel. Maybe he could go along with it and then run at the last minute.

"What, are you really going to try to run again?" Alastair laughed, "Remember what happened last time."

Dean sighed and dropped his arms, letting his guard down. Alastair smiled and walked around the table, coming closer to Dean. At that moment Dean wanted nothing more than to grab Alastair's arm and flip him to the ground, but he couldn't, he would just end up back on that table. Alastair placed his hands on Dean's back, pushing him forward, forcing him to walk into the hall.

"So uh, who exactly do I have to torture? Hitler?" Dean asked, attempting to break the silence as they walked down the dimly lit corridor.

"oh no, it will mostly be people who made deals when they were on earth, similar to you, have fun, Dean." Alastair snickered as he looked over at the people in the cells, "Would you like to hear about some of the deals these poor saps made?"

"No, I don-" Dean was cut off when Alastair began talking, pointing to the cell that was currently on their left.

"This man, came home to his wife screwing the next door neighbor."

"Let me guess, wanted the poor neighbor dead?"

"Oh, no. He wanted his wife dead, so he sold his soul and in return we put a blade through her chest."

Dean stood there for a minute staring at the man sitting in the corner of his cell muttering some nonsense to himself. How could someone actually be so revenge ridden to sell themselves over for someone else to die? That was just sickening.

"Sick bastard deserved it." Dean snapped as he continued walking behind Alasitar.

"Perhaps, but did she?" Alastair replied pointing to another prisioner.

This girl was different, and younger, maybe mid twenties. She was sitting the middle of the floor with her legs crossed, staring straight ahead. Every once in a while her head would cock to the side, like she was trying to figure something out. Her head movment was almost exacty the same amount of time apart, like a clock. Almost as if she was just replaying the thought over and over again in he head.