prompt 01 Title: Fresh Hell Character: Dean Rating: PG Challenge: 01 - Hell Spoilers: Through the finale Word Count: 214
It was the fight he always had with Dad. "You've got to think things through, Dean, you've got to have a plan," he'd yell, after what seemed like the thousandth time Dean had nearly gotten them killed by going after some demon or monster half-assed, guns blazing. Shoot first, ask questions later.
Dad would send Sam outside and pace up and down the room while Dean sat on one of the beds, staring at the floor. He'd look at Dean, his eyes tired and disappointed and say again, quietly, "You've got to learn to think things through, son."
And Dean, apparently, never learned that, because, when Sam died, he made the deal. He couldn't see straight, couldn't think ahead, couldn't do anything. All he knew was that life without Sam wasn't worth living, that he would rather die than go on without his brother. So he summoned the demon.
And now, he's in hell. And it's not the fire or the pain or the terror that's killing him, that's making each and every moment its own unbearable eternity, it's the fact he's alone. "Sam!" he screams into the empty air. "Sam!"
But there's only silence. This, he thinks, this is my hell. The one I made, the one I deserve. The place I belong.