Meet the new boss

Ever since Dean stepped off the rack he had more or less been left alone, and he really preferred it that way. The only demons who ever spoke to him were his boss and other torturers, unless Alistair thought he'd done something wrong....or the older demon was just bored, then Dean was back on the rack for a few days. He didn't mind though, Dean loved his work and he was damn good at it. Sure he might not have the same thirst for the artistic, psychological torture Alistair did, but he could carve up a soul with the best of them.

So when two large demons approached him his first instinct was to lash out at them, baring his sharpened teeth. They overpowered him the moment Alistair told him to stop, that there'd been a regime change and the new big man wanted some face time with little old him. He followed over them, slightly annoyed as he clung to his large bone handled blade in his clawed hand. Hell had changed him over the decades. His skin had dried out and taken on a leather, cracked look while his fingers had grown slightly longer to better manipulate his weapons. Dean liked the new him, he no longer looked like the pathetic meat sacks he cut into on a daily basis.

He whistled as he made his way up to the large stone palace in the center of hell, having never been there before. "You rang your highness?" he grinned up at the shadowed figure.