Challenge WOW: Brand
Word Count: 278
Summary: Dean is in Hell, and he just can't take anymore
Dean tried to scream, but his throat had turned to ash, smoldering and collapsing in the intense heat.
"That's right, boy," Alastair chuckled gleefully. "You just keep on screamin'." Alastair shoved the poker to his chest, branding him yet again.
"Say yes, Dean. Say yes and it stops." He didn't answer. He couldn't see, he couldn't breathe or think. All he knew, all he felt, all he had felt for 30 years, was agony. Again he was branded. Over and over again. His flesh was starting to fall away.
"Say yes, Dean. It all ends if you say that three letter word. No more pain. No more agony. You get to hurt these, sorry sons a bitches. Just say yes."
He couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't. He wanted some relief, just a little.
"Forgive me, Sammy," He rasped, a tear sliding down his burned and cracked skin. "Yes!"
The effect was immediate. He fell off the rack, his body whole and clothed. The temperature no longer bothered him. Alastair pushed a blade in his hand.
"You ready now, boy?" He asked. Dean nodded.
"Yes." His voice was just fine. He looked at the knife, thin and long. And he smiled. Alastair put a hand on his shoulder, grinning.
"You're mine, now, boy. And I'm gonna show you how it's done." He snapped his finger and a woman appeared on the rack in front of them, wide eyed and scared, just as Dean had been.
"Please!" She begged. "Please don't!"
Dean hesitated, looking at the knife again. Alastair patted his back.
"You ready, boy?" He asked, grinning. Dean swallowed and gripped the knife tighter.
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