The Heat of the Moment Sabriel/Destiel/ Michifer Highschool AU

Hell's Grand Torturer, and Lucifer's Wrath

There was a soft click of footsteps and then they stopped. Someone knocked on the door, an air of impatience accompanying them. Cain smirked, padding over and unlocking the door. A man stepped in. His lips quirked up with an amused expression.

"Ah, I see you've gotten them then. " He hummed.

"And who are you? King Douche?" Lucifer spat from his corner. He, despite all warning from the others, refused to remain quiet. He continued being his boisterous self, annoying Cain immensely.

"And you are? I feel like I should know, but I've been terribly busy." He grinned.

"I'm Satan, the guy who's going to put you six feet under." Lucifer stood up and pulled on his chains. By then they had dug deep into his wrists but he didn't care nor did he notice.

"I'd like to see you try. I'm Alastair if you must know." He had a look of satisfaction on his face. "Oh, Gabriel. Don't look so mad. I've been kind to you." He moved forwards.

"Like hell you have!" Gabriel snarled.

"But I have! I haven't killed you. Yet. But I have to or up loose ends. Yes, your father brought this down on you. So don't hate me. I'm simply returning the favor. I killed your adoptive families for a reason. Your father was always watching over you, so decided to make him watch you suffer. Watch you crumble into a hollow shell. Alas, I got wrapped up in other affairs. Different people to kill, you know how it goes." A twisted smile came upon his face.

"My father is dead. You killed him. A long time ago." Gabriel told him. Alastair laughed.

"You thought... Oh that's rich. No no dear boy. That man was not your father. You only though it was. Mother was very good at secrets." He smirked down at Gabriel. "No your father is out there. The bastard is good at laying low. But once I kill you and your friends. That should be enough to draw him out of the shadows. If he's still alive. No one has seen him in so long, there is a possibility he's dead." Alastair moved away from Gabriel. "Let's have some fun, shall we? Cain! My friend. Your assistance is no longer required. You'll be paid in full."

"Double it. I had to kill. Twice." Cain watched Alastair, even he was weary.

"Very well..." He paused as a curious look crossed his face. "On second thought, stay." He grinned and spun around. He looked like a giddy child as he practically bounced out to his car.

"So. Cain. How many of those texts were actually from Gabriel?" Lucifer suddenly asked.

"Only the first on. Do you really think I'd be so stupid? No I heard someone talk about their missing phone. I knew I might as well get you all here too." Cain grabbed himself a chair. Alastair returned with a large bag. He rolled it out, revealing an assortment of weapons and blades.

"Time for the fun to start!" He picked up a sharp blade. "Eeny, meeny, miny, moe..." He pointed at Castiel. "What should I do... Ah, angel wings for the angle..." He looked around at Michael and Gabriel. "Angels...." He grinned.

Two hours and many pain filled screams later, Gabriel and Castiel were both curled up whimpering in pain. Neither of them had cried out enough to satisfy Alastair, in fact they were almost silent through the whole ordeal. Their shits lay bloody and torn and angel wings were carved into their backs. Lucifer was fuming, practically a wild animal at that point and Alastair loved it. He continued hurting Lucifer's brothers leaving the livid boy unscathed. Neither boy screamed. They were hell bent on not giving Alastair what he wanted. So, he moved on to a new target. "Sammy boy." Gabriel's head shot up. Sam looked up fearfully, tears staining his cheeks. "Or Adam." Adam glared at Alastair.

"Try me you son of a bitch." He growled.

"You have courage boy. I'll give you that." Dean managed to stand up.