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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