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Wednesday, June 11th, 2008

Lay Your Weary Head To Rest

Character(s): Dean Winchester, Bela Talbot
Synopsis: Dean and Bela have finally escaped Hell through the Devil's Gate; the place that started it all. What they do not know is that they are, in fact, still in Hell and suffering one of their greatest torments.
Setting / Date: Hell . June 11, 2008
Rating: PG-13
INCOMPLETE

It was the scent of wild flowers that never smelled so good. The clean scent that the air brought after a little shower of rain, the gentle breeze brushing against the hair of his arms, his face, his hair; being able to see, smell, taste, feel the life that Mother Nature gave to the human world. He was alive. He could feel again. He could hear the sound of his own heart beating against his chest; hell, he could feel it. He was not a demon, or some other creature of evil; he was himself; he was Dean Winchester.

He remembered fighting so hard to climb his way out of Hell and toward the Devil’s Gate – the same gate that he and Sam had accidentally allowed to be opened – like it was just yesterday. He remembered breaking free of his demon captors and fighting his way to Bela to free her despite the fact that he hated her; however, leaving her to suffer in Hell? He would not want to wish that upon his worst enemy; at least not anymore, after experiencing what he had. He remembered them fighting as they ran, Dean had to admit that she was a damned good fighter that was capable of holding her own. He had to admit to it, because, he had been one of her victims countless of times.

“We’re alive.”

That was all he could say.

Dean glanced about the empty cemetery before he made his way toward Bela and for once in his life, hugged her and actually meaning it. As he remembered his days of torment, and now being back in the real world, the remembrance of Hell did nothing more than break Dean emotionally.

“We’re alive, Bela,” he choked out through tears of happiness, holding onto her tightly before finally gave in and crumbled to his knees with his forehead pressed against her stomach. He wished Sam was here. Where was Sam? How could he find his little brother? Was Sam still alive?

Almost reluctantly, Dean pulled away from Bela and tested the ground just to make sure he was really here. The grass and dirt were cool and partially moist, and felt damn good to his sense of touch. As he got back to his feet and gave the area another glance around, Dean returned his attention to Bela to see what she was feeling; if she was feeling anything at all. Hell, did he really save her? With his hands grasping the sides of her face, Dean kissed her not, because, he missed the taste of a woman’s lip – okay, it was because, of that. It was not like Dean could really change who he was. Better himself, maybe, but to do a full one-eighty? Not even being Hell could accomplish that.

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Thursday, May 29th, 2008

Companion piece to Hell's Bitch

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Character(s): Bela Talbot
Synopsis: El torture
Setting / Date: Hell . May 29, 2008
Rating: Verging on R-ish
COMPLETE

Days. A matter of days. That’s how long she’d been there, just a few days. It already felt like an eternity, only with forever to go.

For hours, for days, she’d been a fresh piece of meat while they awaited the appearance of their trophy; their crowning glory. At first an unseen force broke her toes, then her fingers, slowly moving onto her limbs. Broken legs, broken arms, broken back leading to a broken body and a broken will. The crying only spurred them on further. Without the ability to laugh without a body, and yet laughter still pierced her ears. The more she tried to hold back her tears and her cries of pain (who did she have to call out for?), the harder they rode her out, leading to a broken neck while tears, snot, and saliva covered her once pristine and beautiful face.

It was dying all over again, only to open her eyes, alive to die all over again.

This time there were fewer creatures, less vultures, there to torture her and revel in that torture. They’d finally received their real plaything. Dean Winchester. His voice was unmistakable as he screamed for his brother. She couldn’t see him—she didn’t want to see him, nor him to see her—but his screams only caused her body to shudder in regret. All of this could have been helped. No. She belonged here. It wasn’t her doing that had put Dean here, but her indifference had allowed him to fall, where once, he could have been saved.

She’d been preparing for this since birth. She wondered if she’d see her parents.

Even with their focus put onto Dean, it didn’t lessen the joy they found in torturing her. They weren’t breaking her limbs this time, and instead, she felt small, sharp pains piercing her skin all over her body. They were like needle points at first, digging through her tender skin. But they got bigger, and the cuts got deeper. Whenever she attempted to move her arms or her feet to try and kick away whatever it was implementing this searing pain, she was reminded of the leather binds holding her down and digging into her skin, causing her ankles and wrists to bleed.

Bela?

It was the first time she’d heard that name since she’d been down here. It wasn’t her real name, but hell, it was the one she’d gone by for ten years. Tilting her head on the slab she was strapped down to, Bela looked through bloodshot eyes for Dean. She could hear him more than she could see him, but he was nearby. Now that he’d noticed her, had said her name, had told them to leave her alone, the demons’ vigour was only renewed. A sharp, burning hot implement was driven through her abdomen, and then torn out just as quickly. She screamed, louder than she’d ever screamed before in life or in death. She wanted to yell at Dean, to tell him not to talk to her or about her, but her lungs were no longer working.

She wanted to die again, if only it wasn’t a desire that was going to slowly be fulfilled for the rest of forever.

And as the implement, stone and coal and previously doused in fire, was raised about her throat, she could only look back. Why she was here, what she was here for, her bastard father and his hands and his eyes and the smile on his face all the while.

Abby’s eyes were full of tears and blood as she looked up at the implement, willing the creature, the demon, to show himself and face her. He didn’t disappoint, and he seemed to hover there, waiting for her to say, to do, to let go of whatever it was she wanted to get out before he killed her yet again.

“It was worth it.”

And it was all gone.

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Tuesday, February 26th, 2008

One Against An Army

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Character(s): Winchester Brothers, Sterling Sisters, Jo, Ruby, Bela
Secondary Character(s): Random civilians
Synopsis: The team up of the century! The Winchester Brothers have teamed up with the Sterling Sisters, Jo Harvelle, and Ruby for the ultimate hunt: Bela. Their goal is to recover the Colt she had stolen, but during their journey just when they think they are close to catching her, something else happens causing them to detour off path. In the end it is Dean who nails her, but of course, she still manages to get away - even after a little heart to heart is shared.
Setting / Date: On the road ~~again~~ . February 26, 2008
Rating: R
INCOMPLETE

“Can’t believe we just missed her!”

It was day nine of their hunt for Bela, making it a little over a week now.

Dean had literally had to put the pedal to the metal when their little side adventure cost them to lose Bela. It was moments like these where Dean hated vengeful ghosts more so, thinking that the dead just needed to get over with whatever that had happened to them; fortunate for the brothers, it had been an easy case to solve, but no matter what, Dean still hated losing the time that could be spent in recovering the Colt, because, without it the war was pretty much lost – and it had yet to get here.

“Sarah find out where she’s headed to next?” The youngest Sterling sister was Sam’s counterpart, and was – in Dean’s opinion – a hell of a lot smarter than his brother, which baffled Dean. At this point, he had accepted it, because, that girl had the know how in tracking someone down with that nifty laptop of hers. Where as Sam was stuck using his Blackberry during their travels in the Impala, Sarah had once told Dean that she had the computer capability and was growing in the field of hacking.

As he released the gas pedal, Dean began to make a turn that would not cause the Impala to topple over and go rolling with the speed he was going at. “She better be connected with everyone else!”

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Wednesday, January 2nd, 2008

I Dream Of...

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Character(s): Winchester Brothers
Secondary Character(s): Bela + Ruby
Synopsis: During another successful random hunt against a minor demon, Dean stumbles across a genie bottle. Now you would figure that after the Djinn experience, he would have learned his lesson. After casting his first wish, things automatically go awry.
Setting / Date: On the road ~~again~~ . January 02, 2008
Rating: PG-13
INCOMPLETE

"So what else did Bobby have to say about our next adventure?"

As per usual, the eldest Winchester brother could be found behind the wheel of his baby - '67 Chevy Impala. Despite the fact that she was a gas guzzler, and was the source that took most of his money on their road trips; Dean still loved the automobile. The last couple days had been a hit and a miss when it came to their hunts, and Dean was beginning to wonder if Evil suddenly decided to give up? Nah. It was a nice thought, but something that would not happen anytime for sure; thusly, causing Dean to ponder on what lied ahead. He had a year to live and the clock was ticking; the thought of his time reaching its' expiration date, and leaving Sam behind was not a pleasant one. So kicking Evil's butt? Overtime needed to be done - BIG TIME.

Crunching up the wrapper, that housed his bacon cheeseburger into a little ball, Dean chucked it over his shoulder into the backseat before he took a swig of the watered down Coca-cola. A face was made. "Ugh, thought I said no ice? Nasty." Of course, Dean was just complaining for the sake of complaining.

Just then, the musical introduction of Blue Oyster Cult's : Don't Fear the Reaper came to life on the radio, causing Dean to grin like the Rock fanboy he was. "Well Sammy?"

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