meanwhile, the winchesters...
sam groaned. he rubbed his eyes as he sat up. it was midday, ten am. dean was still driving. they had left the bunker nineteen hours ago.
"hey." he said to dean. "any news from cas about y/n?"
"nope. a hundred or so miles 'til yerington."
back to you...
you're strapped to a creaky wooden chair, your wrists aching from rope burn. you looked up to see adam sitting on a chair in front of you, playing with a shiny blade.
"well aren't you just a sight for sore eyes..." you mumble. "so, what're we doing today?" adam lightly laughs.
"i was in the cage for over a thousand years... for the first six hundred or so, i stayed loyal to the winchesters. throughout torture and pain... i stayed loyal to them, convinced they'd find a way to save me. then, when sam left, i was almost certain that they'd..." his voice trailed off. he may be a demon, but you could still see emotion in his eyes.
"i know torture. and i know things worse than the cage. they need to feel what i felt. it's only fair." he came over to you, with a sinister smile.
"now... shall we begin?"