Character(s): Dean Winchester Synopsis: Living life in Hell; what else can he do? Setting / Date: Hell . May 29, 2008 Rating: PG-13 COMPLETE
Somebody, help me! … Sam! … SAAAAAM!!
One phrase and one word were all that echoed within the endless abyss. Dean Winchester, the eldest brother and only brother of Sam, had finally met his time. The only problem that Dean faced while he writhed in pain was trying to remember was whether or not it was still the same day. Had a day passed since his time in Hell? A week? How long had been here? He remembered being suspended on chains and hooks that pierced his flesh, he remembered the agony and pain it brought – so when was he freed?
Freed, what a joke.
He was still in Hell.
The only thing that had changed was his punishment.
Dean recalled bits and pieces of what Ruby had said to him when she described this place to him. He should have given her the benefit of the doubt; but, he was alive then and she was a demon – so why did he have to believe her? The air she breathed came out crooked, that was he believed and continued to do so, anyway – right now, Dean was in denial over the fact that Ruby had been telling him the truth.
When that bitch breathes the air comes out crooked.
Sam. Sam. Where was his brother? What was he doing in the world of the living? Fighting the good fight? Trying to find a way to bring Dean back to life?
Don't you see a pattern here? Dad's deal, my deal, now this? I mean, every time one of us is up the creek; the other is begging to sell their soul.
Dean remembered telling Sam not to save him, because, they were each other’s weakness. They knew it, so did everyone else – humans and demons alike. It was a hard thing to overcome, though; he knew that. Even if he was dead, Dean wanted to live life again, and not take certain things for granted. Life was valuable and he got that. Right now, however, it was hard for Dean to fight to keep his sanity – his humanity; hope.
It was hard.
Especially when, “AAAAAAAAAAH!” It felt, as if, he had a thousand of needles trying to rip through his flesh – from the inside. Skin burning and sizzling from the eternal heat, razor sharp talons that tore into him. He was being tormented, but only in hopes that he would be broken. Dean was a Winchester; he was a fighter; he was not going to lose his humanity to these sons of bitches. If Ruby held onto hers, why could not he do it? Could not be that hard, could it? It was damned hard.
“B.. Bela?” That bitch was in Hell too. It was hard to forget; her own screams of pain resonated into his eardrums, forcing him to look toward her. She was nearby; at least, that is what it sounded like. From what he could see, Bela was not in that bad of shape as he was. Not like he was surprised. He was Dean Winchester; the trophy of Hell. But still, even though he hated her for what she had done, Dean could not keep his heart from going out to her. “LEAVE HER ALONE! Demonic, motherfuckers; it’s me you want!”
How did that saying go? Where there was a will, there was a way? Or some shit like that? He could not remember clearly. All Dean knew was that he would find a way out of here. He needed to get back to Sam. Bobby.
Sammy, how you doing up there?
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