Reaching for Grace

Chapter Two

Dean's whole body went flying backwards and he soon felt his back collide with the dirty ground. He moved his hand up to his nose, trying to stop the blood from coming. Too late. As he slowly came out of his daze, he became awfully confused and frankly pissed off.

"Son of a bitch! What the fu-" Deans cursing was cut short when he heard Abby screaming in terror not to far behind him.

When Dean could finally see clearly again, he saw the demon Alastair standing over him, arms crossed. Two of his douchebag demon pals had Abby by both arms holding her tightly, careful not to let her out of their grips. Dean tried to get to his feet quickly, desperate to help Abby, but he was stopped by Alastair's foot pushing down on his chest.

"Dean Winchester. I thought you might get out, I'm just surprised it took you this long," Alastair sneered smiling down at Dean.

"Sorry but I was a little busy having my ribs carved out."

"Yes, are you ready for more?"

"Bring it on bitch," Dean snapped and reached both his hands up, grabbing Alastair's foot and pulling it harshly toward him, causing him to tumble to the ground. Dean quickly rolled out of the way and sprung to his feet before Alastair hit the ground. Dean bent down toward the demon and gripped the collar of his shirt

"I don't think you understand-" Dean stopped mid sentence and quickly brought his fist down, striking Alastair in the jaw.

"-how long I have had to put up with your shit, how long I've dreamt of tearing you to shreds! " Dean struck Alastair once more, only causing the demon to start laughing.

"Good Dean, keep it up, you're almost there." Alastair sneered

"What?" Dean questioned and tightened his grip on the shirt collar

Alastair grinned,"Where did you think demons come from?"

"The hell are you talking about?!" Dean snapped

"Demons don't just appear out of thin air, Dean. They're souls that have been carved at and sliced at for years. And your almost there.Thanks to me"

Dean raised his hand up to hit Alastair again, but the paused when he realized that Abby was still with the two other demons. He turned his head back to the place where they had grabbed her, seeing no one was there anymore.

"Where'd they go?!" Dean panicked

"Did you really think we were going to let you take one of our souls? "

"Where is she?!" Dean demanded

"In one of the many pits of hell. Besides you won't have the chance to go looking for her."

Before he had the chance to protest, Dean felt a pair of hands on each shoulder pulling him backwards away from Alastair. Suddenly the room around him began to disappear and another room began to materialize, he was back in the room he started in, tied down to the cold metal table. Dean pulled his wrists up trying to free himself from the restrains. Nothing happened. He felt his heart beat faster as he began to panic.

Dean's eyes followed Alastair as he paced around the table, trying to stay calm so he wouldn't say anything idiotic and make his already horrible situation worse. Alastair slowly made his way over to the table with all the knives and tools on it choosing his favorite and holding it tightly in his hand. He continued circling Dean, twirling his shiny blade in his hand.

"You know, dear old daddy was down here for over 100 years and did not break. Didn't even think about it, not once." Alastair smiled. Dean stayed silent, despite his curiosity, not wanting to provoke the demon in any way.

"I gave him the same offer I've been giving you, of course. I told him that I would take him off the table if he picked up a blade and tortured alongside me. But, John Winchester, he wouldn't do it." Alastair continued.

" So what you think you can break me? I thought you'd given up on that." Dean snapped.

Dammit, Dean thought, now Alastair would probably love to try his best to break Dean

"I have to say, out of all the souls I've had the pleasure of carving, you, Dean Winchester, are my favorite"

Dean did nothing but keep his head straight and his eyes looking at the ceiling, making sure not to make eye contact with Alastair. Trying to block out the demon's whiny voice that made his skin crawl. Alastair kept talking, blabbing on about how weak Dean was compared to his father, but he wasn't paying attention, he was to busy thinking about Abby. That poor innocent girl, he should have stayed by her side, he should have saved her, besides that was his job, wasn't it? Hell, lately he couldn't save anyone.

Dean thought back to his brother, Sam. The kid was always getting in trouble. But the last time, Sam had gotten himself killed and Dean just couldn't live with his brother being gone, so he did the single stupidest thing. Making a deal with a crossroads demon definitely brought Sam back, but it only gave Dean one more year to live, then he was puppy chow.

Alastiar slowly walked over to Dean and just lightly set his blade down on Dean's shoulder, letting it linger on his skin before slowly breaking the skin. Dean had forgotten how mind numbly awful the pain was, the sharp cold object pushing through his shoulder. He tried to scream but nothing came out, the pain was alot worse than he had remembered.

Alastair slowly removed the blade from Dean's skin causing Dean to bite down on his own tounge, he did not find the taste of blood in his mouth very enjoyable. Alastair paused, setting the blade down on the table next to him. Usually Alastair wouldnt stop for a break until the floor was painted red.

"Just consider my offer Dean, you know it's a good deal." Alastair tempted

Dean only manged to get the phrase, "kiss my ass," out through gritted teeth.

Alastair responded by picking up a different styled blade off the table and setting the tip down on the top of Dean's chest, Dean winced and sucked in a breath before Alastair slowly drug the knife straight down Dean's chest.

Seeing his own blood cover Alastair's hands was the last thing he saw before everything went black.

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When Dean finally came to Alastair had his back to him and was wiping Dean's blood off of his knives. Dean didn't know how much more of this he could take, actually, he was pretty damn sure he wouldn't be able to handle anymore. Dean thought about his options, maybe if he took the deal, he could trick Alastair into believing he was going to tourture people, then he might have a chance of fighting his way out of this hell-hole.

Alastair turned back around, in his hand was a iron rod which was bright red with heat. Alastair brought the iron so close to Dean's face that he could feel the heat coming off of the metal.

"Wait! I'll do it! I'll do it! I'll take the offer" Dean screamed,stopping Alastair from bringing the hot iron down on his skin.