Dean Winchester

Prompt: The Great Destroyer by Nine Inch Nails
Requested By: huntedhunter
Characters: Dean Winchester, Alastair, mentions of Sam Winchester
Timeline/Verse: Canon-verse;  between S3 and S4
Word count: 821. 
Disclaimer:  Kripke and co. own Supernatural, not me.  Dean is likedillinger , the Sam mentioned is huntedhunter  and the Alastair is not linked to any journal in particular.  
Warning: Uh, this might count as containing mature content, since there's talk of torture.   I'm horrible at putting ratings on things b/c I have no soul and don't know what's inappropriate.

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I hope they cannot see.
The limitless potential.
Living inside of me.
To murder everything.
I hope they cannot see.
I am the great destroyer.

Turn it up.
Listen to the shit they pump into your head.
Filling you with apathy.
Hold your breath.
Wait until you know the time is right on time.
The end is near.

His rebellion was in the subtleties. 

Dean knew - knew intimately, from experience born of innumerable days spent under the knife - exactly what hurt the most.  What made the pain linger.  Which cuts seared white hot circles behind a person’s eyelids as they struggled against the agony.  Where to scrape, to carve, to peel, to rip and tear and twist.

He knew which  nerves not to sever, lest they render the victim paralyzed and immune to the kiss of metal.

Flesh from bone, muscle from organs.  Other thick wet slabs of meat that were useless in terms of physical torment, no better than lard, but extremely effective when you scraped them out and brought them eye level with your victim.  Emotional torment.  Worse than the physical pain.

But knowing all these things also gave him an edge when his conscience pricked at him, reminding him who he was.  Or used to be.

( As well as he knew how to find them, he knew equally how to avoid the worst pain centers. )