Night 55: Disciplinary Therapy Room 1 [M-U for Dean Winchester]
Someone once said that man's enemies are not demons, but human beings like himself. The doctor -- or rather, the demon temporarily inhabiting the willing doctor's body -- thought that was a rather interesting choice of words. It was true that they encompassed an array of flaws by virtue of their humanity. But that in turn made made it extremely easy to nudge them into behaving certain ways...under certain circumstances, at least. The demon had observed humans enough to understand that they could also be unpredictable. Give a man something he wants, and he may just be willing to sell his soul to acquire it.
That was what made meetings like these quite interesting.
Arms folded over his chest, the demon observed Dean Winchester with a steely gaze. He was propped up in his chair. Unlike most subjects brought in here, though, there was nothing holding him down. The procedure was unusual in that most doctors were quick to tie down their patients in order to make the experiment as smooth as possible. But there was no need to grow impatient and restrain Dean. If everything went according to plan, he was going to inflict enough pain on himself.
Although Dean had been injected with drugs, they weren't strong enough to keep him out the whole night. The demon sat across from him, watched, and waited.