Re: John
This one was unusual, like so many of the others he had powers that made him different, It facinated Alastair who had never seen mortals with otherworldly power beyond the occasional psychic or whore of a witch. Or the younger Winchester, or the now dead special children but that was a different story entirely.
But this one had fallen like the rest, taken by surprise, they'd put up some kind of a fight, every one but they'd all wound up here bar one. And Alastair would get her eventually.
"Are you comfortable?" asked Alastair with a smile, stepping into his workroom, his studio and looking down at the man. So much hurt just in that one day and this man was no different. None of them, it was a great equalizer, was torture. He was almost helping them all, building teamwork.
"I do try to, make my guests comfortable, no sense in being uncivilized now is there. You're all going to be here for the forseeable future so we might as well get along, what do you think?"
He looked down at his instruments trying to decide. Perhaps hot, perhaps the red hot metal sitting in the coal. Or some kind of injection to cause low level pain all over, that usually bothered mortals a great deal.