Give me a Slow Death [Destiel]

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Dean

Dean woke up to a stiff back, pounding headache, and cold chains wrapped tightly around his wrists.

"Sam? Sammy!"

A low chuckle sounded from the corner. The sound reverberated around the walls, and sent chills down Dean's spine.

Hard footsteps approached the chair Dean had been bound to, and he could hear his heart pounding against his skull.

This was not Sam.

Dean pulled against his restraints frantically as the footsteps neared the clearing in front of him, but they would not break.

The footsteps stopped and a man crouched down in front of Dean.

Damn it, Dean thought, he just had to be hot, didn't he.

The mysterious man had gorgeous blue eyes that could make any man who is afraid of the sea favour it within an instant. His raven-coloured locks were glistening with the promise of a thrill, tousled and unruly in a way that had Dean labeling it 'sex-hair'.

Shit.

A/N: This is just the prologue. I'm still working on the plot for this story, so it will be a while before the next update. Just a warning, this story will have nonconsensual sex, violence, blood and gore scenes. I also tend to use a lot of words that aren't very appropriate. I advise you not to read any further updates if you are under the age of 14. ~castiels-trench-coat~