**WARNING** If you don't like to read about torture or sex scenes, DO NOT read. You have been warned.

This story takes place a little after season 4 episode 16 – On the Head of a Pin. (The episode before Dean tortures Alastair)

I'm actually re-uploading this story. It accidentally got deleted ( ; _ ; ) Sorry!

It was hard to recall any memory before Helen's hazel eyes fluttered open. Her head was throbbing with pain as she realized her wrists were tightly tied down – so tight, it felt bone crushing. "Well, well, look at who's final awake," a voice said with a thick, and disturbing accent. A sharp knife grazed lightly over Helen's exposed stomach and goosebumps raised on her skin. She attempted to turn her head to see who was talking, however, she couldn't. A thick, leather strap was over her mouth, preventing her from talking and head from moving.

Alastair stared down at the brunette as she squirmed under the cold blade. He had already removed her jeans and shirt before she had woken up. Now she laid on a large table, arms and legs strapped down while in her panties and bra.

He smiled down at her.

Even if he wasn't in Hell, he still had the privilege of causing pain onto people who unfortunately was captured by him. But Helen, she was a different story. She hadn't been captured by him; instead it was someone close to her.

Muffled groans could be heard from the girl as Alastair let the knife apply pressure onto her stomach. The weapon went deep into her stomach. "You know what the real fun of playing games with me?" He watched the blood ooze out the fresh wound when he jerked the blade out. Helen cried out in pain. "I like to make sure I miss all of your vitals so I don't kill u just yet." A short laugh came from him as Helen let her tears fall down the side of her face. "But I'll make you a deal. If you say awake the whole time, I'll set you free. You'll only have to endure getting stabbed two more times."

Helen's hands balled into fists. It wasn't like she had a choice to say yes or no. So many thoughts ran through her head. She didn't understand why she was here and why this man was torturing her.

The knife sank deep into Helen again. She let out ear piercing scream, but it was muffled. She pulled and tugged at straps that held her down, hoping for one to be lose so she could escape. "Oh, are we not having fun?" he purred into her ear. This is when she was able get her first look at the man who was making her suffer. His hair was brown and his eyes were a cold blue. His lips were pulled back into a satisfied smirk as her vision blurred from the tears.

Alastair slashed into her skin two more times until he was sure she going to pass out from the pain. "Oops, I miscounted, didn't I? I was never good at math..." Helen eyelids began to feel heavy as she felt the straps on her wrists, ankles, and over her mouth be loosened. A pair of hands pulled her up in a setting position as she cried out again in pain. Any movement made her stomach feel like it was on fire. In a swift motion, she was jerked off the table and went tumbling onto the cold, stone floor. Helen stayed on the floor trembling in agony. Alastair walked around the girl, like a vulture circling a dead animal. "I would think you'd like to leave, but I guess I was wrong..." Her eyes snapped opened and through the horrible pain, she pushed off the ground to run.

A hand was shoved into Helen's hair. Alastair pulled hard, making her fly backwards into the air and then fall to the floor. The air got caught in her throat as he brought her up to her feet and leaned her onto the table When his hand touched her bare back, it felt too hot for it to be human skin. She whimpered as her fingernails dug into the wooden table. "Please don't...Just don't," she begged as she felt his hand slowly make it's way down to her butt. Alastair grabbed the right cheek hard, making her squeak in surprise.

"Whether you want it or not..." he leaned over her petite body and whispered in her ear, "I'm going to give to you." Helen felt sick to her stomach as she her clothe being cut and torn off of her. The air felt especially cold against her bare skin.

Alastair didn't bother with her bra, all he needed was her panties off and that was already taken care of. He unzipped the zipper of his black pants and unbuttoned them too with one hand as the other hand was on the back of Helen's neck – holding her in place.

Once her pants were down, along with his underwear, both of his hands were on each cheek. He let his right hand slip between her legs and caught the sensitive nob. A tiny squeeze made her weak to her knees. The feeling was sinfully good. "No...please sto-!" Her cry was quickly cut off by Alastair gently massaging the nob. Heavy breathes came from her mouth as she felt herself get wet and turned on.

"Hmm...seems like we're enjoying ourselves now," he said and pulled his hand away. "But too bad it was short lived. I just needed you a little wet so I don't bone you dry." Helen shut her eyes tightly as she felt him press his hips into her butt, letting her feel how excited he really was. "It feels so much better we they're wet," he said huskily into her ear and then licked it. She shivered when hot tongue touched her.

He then lean back and held her hips still. With a quick drive of his hips, he entered her. She cried out in pain as more tears fell. "Oh my. Well, isn't this a nice surprise?" He pulled out and slammed back in. "I haven't had a virgin in a long time – too long," he grunted and continued to pump in and out of her mercilessly. The sound of skin slapping onto skin echoed through the empty room that looked more like a dungeon. She felt like she was being ripped in half. It hurt so bad each time he slammed his member into her. Bodily fluids wasn't the thing dripping on the floor, it was also the blood from her wounds. His nails dug into her skin as his rhythm began to pick up pace.

Helen's eye were shut tightly as Alastair continued to slammed into her. "Just stop it!" she screamed and tried to pull away.

A hand grabbed the back of her neck to pull her closer to him. "You're never going to escape this nightmare, Helen," he muttered to her. His hands were placed over her breast and he tugged painfully on them with each thrust. "Once I'm done with you, you'll be ready for him ." A creepy laugh escaped his lips. His chest was against her back as he rested his head on her shoulder. His nails was now digging into the tender flesh of her chest.

An unknown sickness hit her. I'll be ready for him? She thought and realized that was just beginning. She let out small sobs as she felt Alastair's pace up even more. With each thrust he went deeper – so deep that she thought it was impossible to go any deeper.

A minute later, she felt him tense up, quickly pull of out her, and then let out a groan that sounded like a loud purr as hot liquid shot onto her. Both of them were breathing heavily.

Alastair smiled and pulled up his pants.

Helen fell to the floor with tears running down her cheeks.

A fluttering sounded made her look up to see a man in a tench coat standing in front of her. He seemed to appear out of thin air.

Only one thing entered her mind.

Is he here to hurt me too?

She gasped and scooted back against the legs of the table. The man's blue eyes fell onto her and a pitiful expression formed on his face. "Hello, Castiel," Alastair agreed while the smile was still on his face. "Here to kill me?"

"What have you done?" Castiel demanded and stepped forward.
"It doesn't take a genius to see what I did. Do you angels really have that thick of skulls?" Alastair asked him in amusement.

Angels? Suddenly Helen was really confused. There was no way that this guy in a tench coat could be an angel. Where was his wings then?

"It will be my honor to send you back to Hell, Alastair," Castiel declared and then took a quickly glance the girl. "But now, that will have to be another time." The man threw up one hand up in front of him and Alastair went flying backwards. Castiel quickly took off his trench coat and threw it over the girl to hide her body from the world. Before Alastair even had a chance to fight back, there was a sound of fluttering wings. Castiel and Alastair's new pet were gone.

Author's Note: I hope you guys enjoyed this first chapter! Like I said up top, I accidentally deleted this story off a couple of months ago. Oooppppsssss. Sorry! Please leave me a review telling me what you think! Thank you!

~Salem~