To Hell & Back {Dean Winchester Fanfiction}

Chapter 2

I open my eyes, instantly I know where I am at.

I'm in Hell.

I'm held up by hooks, which are deep in my skin, at my shoulders. The pain is worse then anything I've ever experienced. Flames surround me.

I look to my right and see a man hanging next to me. He looks around 40 years old. His chest has large slashes through it, his left arm only hanging on by a thread. His legs are all torn up like he had been put in a wood chipper. A huge puddle of blood lies beneath him, as more blood drips from his body creating a dripping sound like water dripping into a glass.

To my left is another man, he looks to be in his 20's. He looks over at me, with so much pain and fear in his green eyes. He's covered in blood, but looks to be ok, compared to the guy to my right that is.

I hear a scream and look back to my left, a man with dark hair is beating the older guy on the hook with a bat. The bat has spikes on it, every hit causes more blood and more screams as the spikes puncture his skin. I can hear the spiked tear through his skin and hit his bones.

I close my eyes and look away. I've never seen something so horrible. After what seems like hours, the screams finally stop. I keep my eyes closed, I don't want to see another thing.

I can't help but open my eyes when I feel a knife being shoved into my left arm. The dark haired man is now standing in front of me, I hear another scream but this time it's coming from my right.

There is another man now taking a knife to the younger guy on the hook.

"Nice to see you finally in Hell, Dean Winchester, I've been waiting for this for a long time!" The man with the knife says to the young guy on the hooks, who I have just learned is named Dean.

Dean doesn't say anything, he just ignores the man. The man shoves his knife through his shoulder and Dean screams out in pain. The sound of a blade hitting his shoulder blade, causes me to cringe.

"I could get you down from there, if you'd wanna take my job," the man says to Dean, trying to make a deal.

"Never, you son of a bitch!" Dean shouts, blood running out of his mouth, dripping off his chin onto his chest and the floor.

My attention gets taken away from Dean when I feel a sharp pain in my side. The dark haired man had put a knife into my side, then twisted it around doing more damage.

He keeps stabbing me, causing more and more pain each time. He stabs me in the stomach, the leg, the arm, he even stabs me in the heart. I don't die, I'm already dead, I just bleed more and more.

Finally after being stabbed, beaten, sliced up, and burned, the man finally walks away. My whole body is in pain. I feel the blood dripping, I hear it hit the floor in a puddle.

I look over and see Dean is in the same condition as me, even worse, like the man on the right. His arms have been torn to shreds, like they went through the meat grinder butchers use. I look away, I can't look at anyone like that anymore. I close my eyes, and keep them closed.

In Hell, theres never a quiet time, there's always someone screaming somewhere. I don't even want to imagine what they could be going through after experiencing what just happened to me. There's always the sound of people crying. Always the sound of blood, organs, and body parts hitting the floor.

After what seems like a day, I open my eyes. My vision is blurry at first as my eyes try to adjust. I no longer am in really bad pain, I look down at my body and see it's like new. The only wounds are the ones caused by the hooks puncturing my skin. holding me up. I look over at Dean and see his body is like new again also.

Why are our bodies now ok? Do they torture us then we heal? Is it because we are dead?

I still hear screaming in the distance, someone pleading for the pain to stop. The screaming stops for a second, then a new scream starts. A younger scream, a scream that sounds as if it's coming from a little girl.

I jump when I hear the man to my right start to scream. The dark haired man is back, he takes his knife and cuts the old mans vocal chords so he can no longer scream. Blood splatters, making it's way onto me. I spit as it lands on my lip.

I look away, I look over at Dean who is looking at me. He has so much anger written all over his face. He looks terrible and tired, like he's been here for a while.

I can hear the blood dripping and splattering on the floor beside me. I hear the sound of metal on metal every time the man sets down a weapon and gets a new one.

Before I know it, I'm getting a red hot blade pressed against my stomach. I scream, and turn my head to the right. Dean quickly looks away from me.

Like yesterday I'm tortured till there's nothing else left for the man to do because there's nothing left of me.

The man goes to Dean and tortures him with the help of another. The same man from before offers Dean the same deal, he can get off the hook if he tortures the souls. Dean does not accept the deal, so the man shoves a sword the whole way through Deans chest, and out the other side.

Everyday the same thing happens. My body goes back to new. Dean and I always talk, always say encouraging things to each other. We get to know each other and become close real quick. When your hanging on a hook all day in pain, talking to someone else helps. Everyday I listen to the screams of people in pain. I hear all the blood dripping on the floor. The man on my left gets tortured. After that, I get tortured. Next is Dean, who gets tortured worse than I do. The man offers Dean the same deal everyday, which Dean always says no to.

Until one day, everything changes.
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A/N
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~Mandatha