Chapter 10 –It's the small things

Dean was on his knees hands bound behind his back, his whole being shaking with pent up need. He had held off calling Alastair for as long as possible. However, how long that was he had no idea. The time in hell did not move like time should- this was one of the many things he has learned. Seconds felt like minutes, minutes like hours, and hours like days. For all the green eyed hunter knew, he called for Alastair seconds after the demon left or maybe days. He would prefer to think that it was days, but also knew it was more likely seconds.

Dean had his eye fixed on the ground, however the demon's feet also happened to be on the same bit of ground the hunter had his eyes fixed on. The Alastair was sitting, likely smirking down at him. That thought made Dean cringe even if he was beyond caring about his pride. Before Hell Dean would have thought it was beneath him to beg this monster for anything; but Alastair has slowly and surly stripped that idea from him. Very much like the demon had peeled his skin off time to time.

The demon made a soft sound and it made the man on his knees shiver. This time Dean couldn't lie to himself and say it was just the cold. He was back in the burning part of hell. The sound of the place, all the screaming and crying, was a welcomed change to the silent nothing he had been in. Even though he couldn't see anyone else, just the sound of other damned souls made him feel less alone.

"Hunter…" Alastair said, putting as much mocking venom in his words that he could, "You called me, but for what? You pulled me away from something I was rather enjoying and all you've done is sit there and look at my feet. If it wouldn't be too much of bother for the Great Dean Winchester- would you mind telling me why?"

Dean's stomach rolled and he felt like he was going to be sick. He didn't know why he thought this would be simple. He was going to have to ask for the demon's touch if he wanted any sort of release. Knowing the Alastair he would make Dean beg for it; and the worst of it was even if he did beg it would likely be withheld.

"Alastair…" he crooked out, his through was rough and dry from screaming and thirst.

"Speak up!" The demon yelled, making Dean flinch which in turn made the demon laugh. Dean tried again, clearing his throat the best he could, to speak.

"Alastair please…I can't take this any longer….I…need…" Dean, even with his pride and self-respect all but stripped away still couldn't make himself chock out the words. He didn't even really know what to say either. Finger me? Eat me out? Fuck me? Do whatever you want just let me come? He just kept his eyes locked on the Demon's feet; sweating from the heat and his need.

"While you and I might eternity down here- I don't have it to wait on you. Now," Alastair used a foot to lift the hunter's face by the chin, "tell me why you called me or I'll just cut your lungs out and make you eat them."

The demon smirked at the pure fear that light Dean's eyes before they darted away from Alastair's. With his foot against Dean's throat, he felt the other swallow and the small whimper that the demon's ear almost missed.

"Make the voices stop, make me just feel, make me feel something other than pain….like before…." Dean said in all one long breath. Alastair cocked his head to rest his own chin in one of his hands. His little hunter still felt shame. As fun a toy as Dean was, he was also a bothersome one. The demon sighed; he would have to fix that.

"Well, seeing as you asked so sweetly….no." Alastair laughed at the stricken look Dean gave him. "Not unless I get something out of it. Believe it or not you're not the best looking chunk of meat I've dug my claws into. Not only that, but you've done nothing but insult me for years! I might be a demon, but gosh Dean-O, words really do get to you after a while." He gave the man kneeing at his feet his best demonic smirk.

"I'm not going to torture other people for you." Anger burned in Dean's eyes and it made Alastair's heart sing. Beaten and all but broken but the boy still had fight in him; and he would use that anger against the man in ways the hunter couldn't even dream about, let alone understand.

Alastair put his hands up in mock hurt. "No, no, no! You've got me all wrong! Well, not all wrong. But there is something else I had in mind- a little trade of favors. See, I don't remember the last time I got some good head. You know?" The demon felt hunger build at the look of understanding on the other's face.

"Now, it doesn't have to be great, just…good. And I don't have to worry about your biting down because you know I would make you pay tenfold. That and I just like watching you squirm." Alastair threw his head back with laughter. There was something so delicious about watching the hunter yo-yo from emotion to emotion. He could almost hear the man at his feet think; hear a part of the man's soul splinter. Alastair waited for Dean to answer him, already knowing the answer.

Dean just looked ahead unable to speak. God help him, but he already knew his answer. He'd do anything at this point, even this. He nodded the best he could with the demon's foot still under his chin.

"Was that a 'yes'?" Alastair said in a mock surprise. "Are you sure? Sort goes against the whole tough guy image you've got going- sucking another man's cock. But maybe you don't think of me like that. I am 'just' a demon, right? So you sure you're sure?" The demon's foot traveled down Dean's chest.

Again, Dean nodded. "Y…yes." He crocked just wanting this over. He had been foolish to wish for anything but to be cut open again. This humiliation was a in a many ways worse than the pain. He did not feel weak for crying when rib after rib was ripped from his body. Giving into Alastair in this way made him feel more than just weak, it made him sick with shame. Dean yelped as Alastair placed his foot between the hunter's aching legs to pull him closer, the uneven stone floor cut into his knees and legs. Dean hissed with the pained and at being closer to the demon.

Alastair looked down at the trembling man. The hunter's face was all but in his lap thanks to being so close and having his head bowed. The demon rubbed his foot between the hunter's legs earning him a whimpering moan that made him laugh. Alastair considered undoing his own pants for only a second when a much better idea pushed that thought out of his head.

"Again Dean, I could be doing something I enjoy much more than watching you sit on the ground." Alastair sighed all the while rubbing his foot between Dean's legs. It was a lie, watching Dean tremble with wanted need and listening to hunter try to hold back moans of pleasure was just about the most enjoyable thing the demon could be doing with his time.

Alastair waited for Dean to say something all the while still rubbing the hunter. As the demon continued to wait on an answer from the unter, Dean had stopped holding back the little sounds of want. It wasn't long before Dean had started to slowly move his hips to add a more fiction and increase the sensation of the touch.

The demon rolled his eyes. Here he was trying to be 'nice' and Dean had to go at take advantage of it. Silly boy. Alastair dropped his foot away, which caused Dean to cry out with need; but when Alastair brought his foot back up it was with enough force to shatter bone the hunter stopped making sound.

Dean tried to yell, tried to give voice to his pain but found he couldn't. He was in too much pain to scream. The Hunter's body tried to curl into a protective ball. All he managed to do with his arms still tied behind his back was to press his body closer to Alastair's. Once lights stopped exploding in his eyes he found his head in the demon's lap. Panicked, he tried to pull away only to have Alastair hold him still with one large powerful hand.

"Get on with it." Alastair growled, the demon's voice promised more and worse pain. It made Dean want to hurry. With green eye shut Dean used his teeth to undo the button and pull down the zipper of the pants the Demon had on. It hurt his teeth, no that wasn't the right word anymore because Dean knew what hurting really was now, and this was just uncomfortable. The taste of the demon's….skin was only mildly off putting. Like how something could be too spicy to really get anything else but the feel of the spice. But this wasn't horrible. God help him, but Dean knew horrible and this wasn't it.

"Dean, Dean, Dean….I truly don't understand you." Alastair said out of the blue. The hunter tired not to listen, knew that whatever the demon was going to say would twist him into knots and all but drive him insane. It was clear in the demon's tone that the beast was deeply enjoying something. Dean didn't think that enjoyment had much to do with the halfhearted blow job the demon was getting.

"It's almost like you've forgotten where you are. You do remember this is hell right? The place where the evil and wicked of the world go to burn forever for their sins, remember what hell is, Hunter? Don't answer, I can read your mind and I like your lips where they are. I find this a great deal more enjoyable than listening to you talk." Alastair moved just a bit to give the Hunter a little more support and just a little pleasure to wake the man up. "Because, Dean, and I want you to hear this, the only people you're refusing to torture are the scum of the earth." Alastair moved his hand to rub softly at the back of the hunter's neck.

"You're suffering so that men that beat their wives and children don't. You're suffering to save mothers their sell their own children. You're suffering in place of people that call demons and sell their souls just to make someone else suffer. Suffering for people that get drunk hit a car that has a family in it and drive away leaving children to die; in other words you're suffering for the damned Dean. You're suffering for souls that God has given up on. You shouldn't have to suffer like you do. Dean." Alastair pulled on the Hunter's hair in order to pull the hunter off and lock eyes with him.

"Dean Winchester, you're here because you loved your bother. You loved someone else enough to damn yourself for them. Out of the whole of human history- how many souls ended up here for that? And the cruelest part of your damnation Winchester is that God doesn't care why you sold your soul, all that matters is that you made a deal with a demon. So because of that you suffer. You suffer like every other backstabber, child rapist, and murdering scum." Alastair spat the last few lines and shook Dean's head. "And what I don't understand is that I've been trying to give you an out, and all you've done is to spit in my face. I know I'm a demon Dean, but come-on! You've been down here for almost 30 years! Wake up kid!"

Dean felt cold. He felt numb. He also wanted to throw up. Not because of what had been in his mouth but because what the demon had said rang horrible true. Why had he been saying 'no' for so long? Because it was wrong? Because he was just stubborn enough to want to fuck over this demon any way he could? Because he didn't think he could stomach cutting into people, carving them open? Because doing half of what had been done to him to another human being was beyond unthinkable? But….this was hell.

People didn't get into hell without a good reason and these 'people' weren't people anymore. They were demons to be. He was likely already turning into one himself and he had been down here for…what? Close to 30 years now? Yes, time moved in irrational ways down here but it had been years...according to the Demon it had been 30. Sam was likely in his 60's now…if he was even still alive and Bobby was very likely already dead. What was he fighting against Alastair for?

Horrible truths came crashing down on Dean. There wasn't a way out. There wasn't going to be a happy ending to this, he was in hell and he was stuck there. The hunter felt the last bits of a secret hope ripped out of him. Dean didn't even know he was crying until Alastair brushed a few tear drops off his face.

"30 years?" Dean asked, in a husky whisper. Alastair nodded, face unreadable. "Alastair if…"

"Dean," The demon cut in, voice oddly…soft, "In all this time when have I lied to you? I might have broken a promise and withheld things from you, certainly I've hurt you, but lie?" Alastair let his words hang in the air. Then watched as this small bit of information did what he had failed to do in all that time.

Break Dean Winchester.