AN: Ok, so the idea for this story just wouldn't leave me alone. Actually it was a couple of different ideas that I decided to try to weave together. Hopefully it makes sense and everyone enjoys it. To those of you who are reading my Providing Refuge story - I have not abandoned it. In fact, I am working on getting the next chapter published soon. I just couldn't get this plot to leave me alone so I had to write it.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in this story.

Warnings: There is some language and violence in this chapter. Nothing too graphic, but seeing as how torture is the overall theme, it is definitely there.

It wasn't just the physical torture that made hell so horrible. In fact, Dean could safely say that it was the psychological torture that finally broke him.

As Dean slowly became aware of his surroundings, he realized that the head-splitting sound he was hearing was the screams coming from his own mouth. He then became aware of the fact that he was in chains. Each of his limbs was chained to something though he wasn't sure what that something was as he couldn't feel a thing except for the chains. In fact, he couldn't even move an inch to try and explore his surroundings. The chains were pulled so tight that he could feel his muscles cramping in his shoulders and thighs and the only thing that he could move at all was his head. Unfortunately that wasn't the last thing to come to his attention. Apparently the screams currently ripping through his throat were caused by horribly large and somehow burning hot knives stuck in his forearms and thighs.

Dean's brain was very foggy. He tried to remember what type of supernatural being they were chasing last which could have captured him. Maybe it was some type of god? Or maybe he had pissed of some powerful demon; well, more than usual that is. And then he remembered. His heart stopped (or was it even beating in the first place?) as he remembered the hell hounds. He could almost feel their teeth tearing him apart once again. And he knew he was in hell.

He opened his eyes for the first time and decided he shouldn't have put in the effort. Apparently he was hanging in the middle of a giant, pitch-black space. He couldn't even see what the chains were attached to.

Suddenly, the knives started to burn even more, if possible, and then disappeared. Dean's screams slowly died down to an echo as he tried to gain some semblance of control over himself. And then he felt another presence close by. He couldn't see anyone or anything, but he could definitely feel a presence. It almost felt as if someone were breathing down his neck.

"Well, well, look at the sweet morsel I have caught in my trap today. Dean Winchester in the flesh, for now at least." A cold, sneering voice stated and then chuckled seemingly directly behind him. However Dean still couldn't see anyone.

"What, are you such a little bitch that you are afraid of facing me?" Dean's bravado didn't come off quite as strong as he had hoped since his voice was rather hoarse from his earlier screams. However he was determined to deal with this situation the same way he dealt with all other less than positive situations. Plus, he was here for eternity so he might as well have as much fun as possible.

"On the contrary, Dean. It is you who is afraid of not being able to see your attacker. However, I will give in just this once so we can be properly introduced." With that, Dean felt the presence behind him begin to move around in front of him, but he still couldn't see anyone. Then, a figure slowly began to appear almost as if it was slowly taking shape. It became a man slightly taller than Dean with a long, angular face. He was smiling at Dean though his smile had more the look of a wolf baring its teeth at its prey. The most startling thing about him however, were his eyes which were glowing red.

"Now that you can see me, well at least see my favorite form, let me introduce myself. My name is Alastair and I am the demon chosen to be your welcoming committee here in hell." Alastair let out a quiet chuckle as he looked Dean over.

He didn't like the look in those red eyes. They seemed to have a blood-thirsty look to them. "I would offer to shake your hand, but I appear to be a bit tied up at the moment" Dean said sarcastically. The knife that stabbed into his stomach should've been expected, but Dean let out a loud gasp. He quickly bit down on his lip and swallowed the scream that wanted to come out.

Alastair laughed, "I do believe we are going to have quite a lot of fun, Dean. I can tell you know how to take pain and obviously that mouth of yours will provide me with a good laugh." At that another knife appeared in his hand.

Dean eyed the small knife the demon was holding in front of his eyes. He finally managed a shallow breath. "I would say go to hell, but as we are already there I don't think it would be quite as satisfying." He let his signature smirk appear on his face though it quickly turned to a grimace when Alastair slowly drew the knife across Dean's chest.

The next few hours were full of cutting and stabbing with all manner of knives. Dean tried to remain stoic but after an hour he couldn't hold the screams in any longer. By the time Alastair paused in his torture, Dean's throat was raw and there wasn't a single part of his body that wasn't covered in blood. He desperately wanted some water but figured that what with this being hell there was no chance he was even going to get a drop and he decided he wouldn't stoop so low as to start begging.

"So, how are we feeling? Did you enjoy your little welcome party?" Alastair laughed maniacally and stabbed Dean one more time in the arm for good measure. "Well, now that you have experienced what the rest of eternity can be like for you, I have an offer to extend. I will let you be free of the chains and you will no longer be my torture subject and you only have to agree to one thing. How does that sound to you?"

Dean worked to focus his gaze on the demon. "It depends on what that one thing is," he managed to croak.

"Oh yes, I suppose it does. Well, don't worry, I do not expect you to betray your family or anything. In fact, all you need to agree to do is welcome whatever new soul comes to hell and is placed before you. Really it is not a whole lot different from what you were doing topside. I mean, I know you had fun with some of those demons before sending them back so really it shouldn't be that difficult for you."

"You want me to become a torturer?" Dean spit out. "Like hell I will. Those bastards I hurt up there deserved what they got and I only did it when it was absolutely necessary. I sure as hell didn't do it just for giggles." Dean looked disgustedly at the demon.

"Well, well, well someone is high and mighty. Who do you think gets sent to hell? The young and the innocent? Every soul in here deserves what is coming to them. And unless you enjoy having me cut into you for the rest of eternity it will definitely be necessary."

"What, you think I can't handle a bit of torture? I have lived through worse than what you are doing to me now and there is no way a bitch like you is going to convince me to become like the things I was hunting." Dean scowled at the demon and then looked away, hoping it couldn't sense the fear that flooding through him. The last few hours definitely hadn't been a walk in the park and Dean didn't look forward to it continuing, but there was absolutely no way he would stoop to becoming this demon's personal torture companion.

"Oh, but that is where you are mistaken, Mr. Winchester. We have only gotten started. I have much worse planned for you. This was just a small introduction so we could get to know each other a little. I know all your fears and weaknesses. Tomorrow is going to be lots of fun." With that Alastair faded away and Dean no longer felt his presence.

He was worried about what new things the demon had planned for him tomorrow, but Dean decided he couldn't dwell on it. Instead, he thought about Sam and tried to imagine what he would be doing at this moment. He hoped that Sam would let him go and would try to find a way to settle down and have a normal life.

AN: Thank you so much for checking this story out! Please let me know what you thought as this is my first story like this. Check back soon to find out what horrors Alastair has planned for Dean next... Muahahaha!