Warnings: Language, violence, sexual themes

AN: Thank you to everyone who read this! I really enjoyed writing it :D

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Victor screamed out as Dean sliced at his arms and legs. He had done the face a couple time, and the noises he made were marvelous. Dean couldn't wait to use that shower when he was done.

"This is more fun that I thought it would be." Dean laughed.

"Fuck. You." Victor gasped.

"You're tough. I've got to give it to you. Most people would have succumbed by now. Given up to their injuries and prayed for an angel to come take them." He looked at the blood soaked clothes on his victim. "If you hadn't royally pissed me off but trying to get Sammy to turn on me, I would be impressed."

As if on cue, Sam made his presence known, walking into the dungeon. Dean smirked at him.

"Hey baby boy." Dean said, walking over to him and kissing him deeply, Victor watching through swollen eyes. "Just in time. We got a fighter."

"I told you I hadn't talked to my brother in years." Sam said with a laugh. "But my husband, well, I sucked his cock that morning."

"You fuckers." Victor coughed. Dean laughed.

"This has been so much fun." Dean said. He turned back to Sam. "Why don't you go get a shower ready for us. I won't be much longer baby." He leaned forward and kissed Sam again.

"Don't be long De." Sam said with a satisfied smile. Dean turned back to Victor.

"You heard him. I shouldn't be long." He placed the tip of his blade under Victor's chin. "And from the looks of it, you don't have long left. And as much as I would love to watch the light slowly fade from your eyes, Sammy needs me. And Sammy always comes first." He chuckled some. "So, goodnight Vic." He pulled the knife back before stabbing it into Victor's heart six times and finally, the FBI agent slumped forward.

Dead.

Sam made his way towards the bathroom when his head started to spin. He braced himself against the wall, groaning as the headache from his vision spread fast to all areas of his brain. He clawed at the bricks, trying to keep himself up, but his knees buckled and he fell to the floor. He looked around, feeling himself being pulled into his vision.

He looked down the long hallway, seeing a newer version of Dean walking towards him. This Dean was wearing red, and had a dark smile on his face. His sleeves were rolled up and Sam saw an angry looking mark on his arm. Dean chuckled some as he looked down into Sam's eyes.

"Hey there Sammy." Dean said, laughing. Sam was taken aback a little. Very rarely did he have audio in his visions. "I'll be seeing you real soon."

He looked deep into Sam's eyes, and Dean's eyes turned black.

The End