In Which Lindsey is Tortured for Information
Lindsey had an irrational fear of basements for a reason. Long ago, the Senior Partners had found his weakness and exploited it. Under the cold exterior, Lindsey had a heart. He cared about people who had earned it, and it was a quality that went beyond death.
For months in a basement, he was tortured. Reliving the same day over and over again. They gave him all he ever wanted - wife, kids, and happiness - and then every day he went into the basement for a light bulb and was tortured by a demon until it ripped his still beating heart from his body and added it to the pile.
Have you learned your lesson yet? Your heart has no place in this world. It makes you weak. You're weak.
Months after that, two gunshots would send him to the great basement from beyond... Hell. It was there where again he was placed on a slab and carved into day after day for years - centuries to him. Over and over again until finally Alistair felt he had cut out all the humanity in him and threw him into the pit as a mess of a mind, and an angry demonic presence that burst out of hell on Ruby's heels the moment the gates open because of two men who's path he never planned to cross again.
Until about two years ago, that was. And right now, Lindsey was pretty sure that he should have just let Sam kill him a long time ago. It would have been better than this.
He was far from nature as four concrete walls surrounded him. He saw the stairs, but he couldn't reach them because of the large devil's trap he was in. That didn't stop the other demon from coming and going though. The Wrath was a different kind of demon - a creation of the senior partners that looked like a 400lb BDSM enthusiast. Alistair had a hand in giving lessons to the demon on torturing, ones that Lindsey wasn't able to overcome anymore as a demon than he had as a human.
The body was torn to shreds. Lindsey hadn't been near earth in weeks, so he wasn't able to heal the way he needed to. He was pretty sure that he was going to have to find a new body to possess when this was over... if it was ever over. The ground under where he was laying was now stained with red from the blood loss, and the edges of the trap singed with burns from magic trying to break it.
Day after day the demon tore at him. Sometimes the hunter was sitting on the steps, watching. Sometimes the demon did it for fun with no purpose. And there had been a few... interesting times where the demon had held Lindsey down while the hunter cut at his flesh himself with a dark and sick look in his hazel eyes.
And the questions. He wanted to know about the Winchesters. Details about their personalities. Things he knew. Come on, Lindsey. You sided with Sam Winchester. You really think that wasn't going to come back and bite you eventually?
Give him credit. Lindsey lasted for two weeks. But the mix between physical torture and attacking his demonic essence finally wore him thin. Survival was a higher priority than loyalty, and so he talked. Everything he knew on both of Dean's sons and Sam's powers. Things that had been proven to be weaknesses. Allies who could be used as bait. What he had taught Alec about magic. What Ben knew about his gifts, and how far along the antichrist path he had gone. Whatever the hunter wanted, Lindsey told him as long as it kept the demon away from him for just one more day.
And let's not forget the angel repelling magic. A lot of people forget that in studying the senior partners, Lindsey was studying how to hide from a set of gods. He knew about all the symbols that could be used to keep prying eyes off a soul - alive or dead. He had also studied on how to kill them. And the idea of killing the senior partners was one that that kept him focused all his time in hell. There was no way he was forgetting that information.
The senior partners had found Lindsey during the apocalypse when Lucifer was free. The information was then leaked to the hunter who was looking for some dark vengeance on a family that he blamed for many things, the same party which ended their apocalyptic party too short. One hand washed the other, and left Lindsey in a pool of his own blood cursing that he had let himself get soft and start caring again.
It was three days after Ben had been rescued, and he had just barely gotten his body to the point where the wounds weren't freely bleeding when the hunter returned, a smirk on his lips. "You did a good job, Lindsey." He crouched down at the edge of the trap. "Not even Michael was able to find that kid until I took away the charm." He twirled the necklace in his fingers before capturing it in a fist. "Poor little Ben, he's never going to be the same. He's just lucky I decided to let him live this time."
"You let him live?" Lindsey sneered. "Here I thought you were out for blood."
"Oh, I am. But see, if all Dean Winchester found was a dead body, he would be focused on finding the killer. Now he's running scared while trying to take care of two broken kids. I need him distracted."
The hunter tilted his head. "Now we have time to work on the next step. I've been told there's a certain set of symbols and spells that can be done to render an angel powerless. And I'm betting that in your little research knowledge, you have that answer."
Lindsey shook his head. "I'm not going to fuck with the angels. You want that information, find it yourself."
"What do you think I'm doing?" The hunter stood up and looked over his shoulder. "You let him heal too much. He thinks he still has some fight in him. Get rid of it."
"When I get out of this trap, I'm going to rip the flesh from your bones and then see how hungry you are!" Lindsey shouted, his eyes turning black.
"That reminds me. I should go find myself something for dinner." The hunter licked his lips as he headed for the stairs.
"Just kill me already," Lindsey said. "I talk, the angels smite me. I don't, you'll eventually do it. Either way I'm already a dead demon. Find yourself a new flunkie."
"Oh, I'm not going to kill you, Lindsey." The hunter stopped three steps up, then turned back and leaned on the rail. "I'm just going easy. I'm a patient man. I've been waiting for this revenge all my life. A few more months isn't going to kill me. However, if you don't give me what I want, there is a nice little law firm in Los Angeles who's laid claim on you and will pay me a lot of money for your return."
"Oh really? Good to know I'm still worth a lot to them."
"Apparently, you're one of their brightest. They miss you. However, what's in your head is worth a lot more to me than the money they're offering." The hunter smirked. "So I plan on getting what I want before I trade you in." He looked over at the Wrath, then nodded before continuing up the stairs.
Lindsey looked at the demon as it stepped into the trap and took a deep breath as he swore to himself that if he made it out of this, he was never going to care for anything thing ever again.
It was safer that way.
For months in a basement, he was tortured. Reliving the same day over and over again. They gave him all he ever wanted - wife, kids, and happiness - and then every day he went into the basement for a light bulb and was tortured by a demon until it ripped his still beating heart from his body and added it to the pile.
Have you learned your lesson yet? Your heart has no place in this world. It makes you weak. You're weak.
Months after that, two gunshots would send him to the great basement from beyond... Hell. It was there where again he was placed on a slab and carved into day after day for years - centuries to him. Over and over again until finally Alistair felt he had cut out all the humanity in him and threw him into the pit as a mess of a mind, and an angry demonic presence that burst out of hell on Ruby's heels the moment the gates open because of two men who's path he never planned to cross again.
Until about two years ago, that was. And right now, Lindsey was pretty sure that he should have just let Sam kill him a long time ago. It would have been better than this.
He was far from nature as four concrete walls surrounded him. He saw the stairs, but he couldn't reach them because of the large devil's trap he was in. That didn't stop the other demon from coming and going though. The Wrath was a different kind of demon - a creation of the senior partners that looked like a 400lb BDSM enthusiast. Alistair had a hand in giving lessons to the demon on torturing, ones that Lindsey wasn't able to overcome anymore as a demon than he had as a human.
The body was torn to shreds. Lindsey hadn't been near earth in weeks, so he wasn't able to heal the way he needed to. He was pretty sure that he was going to have to find a new body to possess when this was over... if it was ever over. The ground under where he was laying was now stained with red from the blood loss, and the edges of the trap singed with burns from magic trying to break it.
Day after day the demon tore at him. Sometimes the hunter was sitting on the steps, watching. Sometimes the demon did it for fun with no purpose. And there had been a few... interesting times where the demon had held Lindsey down while the hunter cut at his flesh himself with a dark and sick look in his hazel eyes.
And the questions. He wanted to know about the Winchesters. Details about their personalities. Things he knew. Come on, Lindsey. You sided with Sam Winchester. You really think that wasn't going to come back and bite you eventually?
Give him credit. Lindsey lasted for two weeks. But the mix between physical torture and attacking his demonic essence finally wore him thin. Survival was a higher priority than loyalty, and so he talked. Everything he knew on both of Dean's sons and Sam's powers. Things that had been proven to be weaknesses. Allies who could be used as bait. What he had taught Alec about magic. What Ben knew about his gifts, and how far along the antichrist path he had gone. Whatever the hunter wanted, Lindsey told him as long as it kept the demon away from him for just one more day.
And let's not forget the angel repelling magic. A lot of people forget that in studying the senior partners, Lindsey was studying how to hide from a set of gods. He knew about all the symbols that could be used to keep prying eyes off a soul - alive or dead. He had also studied on how to kill them. And the idea of killing the senior partners was one that that kept him focused all his time in hell. There was no way he was forgetting that information.
The senior partners had found Lindsey during the apocalypse when Lucifer was free. The information was then leaked to the hunter who was looking for some dark vengeance on a family that he blamed for many things, the same party which ended their apocalyptic party too short. One hand washed the other, and left Lindsey in a pool of his own blood cursing that he had let himself get soft and start caring again.
It was three days after Ben had been rescued, and he had just barely gotten his body to the point where the wounds weren't freely bleeding when the hunter returned, a smirk on his lips. "You did a good job, Lindsey." He crouched down at the edge of the trap. "Not even Michael was able to find that kid until I took away the charm." He twirled the necklace in his fingers before capturing it in a fist. "Poor little Ben, he's never going to be the same. He's just lucky I decided to let him live this time."
"You let him live?" Lindsey sneered. "Here I thought you were out for blood."
"Oh, I am. But see, if all Dean Winchester found was a dead body, he would be focused on finding the killer. Now he's running scared while trying to take care of two broken kids. I need him distracted."
The hunter tilted his head. "Now we have time to work on the next step. I've been told there's a certain set of symbols and spells that can be done to render an angel powerless. And I'm betting that in your little research knowledge, you have that answer."
Lindsey shook his head. "I'm not going to fuck with the angels. You want that information, find it yourself."
"What do you think I'm doing?" The hunter stood up and looked over his shoulder. "You let him heal too much. He thinks he still has some fight in him. Get rid of it."
"When I get out of this trap, I'm going to rip the flesh from your bones and then see how hungry you are!" Lindsey shouted, his eyes turning black.
"That reminds me. I should go find myself something for dinner." The hunter licked his lips as he headed for the stairs.
"Just kill me already," Lindsey said. "I talk, the angels smite me. I don't, you'll eventually do it. Either way I'm already a dead demon. Find yourself a new flunkie."
"Oh, I'm not going to kill you, Lindsey." The hunter stopped three steps up, then turned back and leaned on the rail. "I'm just going easy. I'm a patient man. I've been waiting for this revenge all my life. A few more months isn't going to kill me. However, if you don't give me what I want, there is a nice little law firm in Los Angeles who's laid claim on you and will pay me a lot of money for your return."
"Oh really? Good to know I'm still worth a lot to them."
"Apparently, you're one of their brightest. They miss you. However, what's in your head is worth a lot more to me than the money they're offering." The hunter smirked. "So I plan on getting what I want before I trade you in." He looked over at the Wrath, then nodded before continuing up the stairs.
Lindsey looked at the demon as it stepped into the trap and took a deep breath as he swore to himself that if he made it out of this, he was never going to care for anything thing ever again.
It was safer that way.