Author's Note: This is a sneak peak of a story I'm working on. I'm planning on posting the first two or three chapters so you can let me know what you think. I've got a couple of stories mapped out in my head and I'm not sure which to work on first! This one is the furthest along, so I figured I'd post a bit now. If you think I should / should not continue, please let me know; that will probably influence my decision as to what story to work on first!

Warnings: Language. If you're offended by coarse language, don't read. Nothing excessive, but it's there! This story also contains an OC.

Disclaimer: Supernatural and it's characters are not mine. OC and plot, however, somehow wiggled out of my brain.

Summary: Nicole has spent an eternity in Hell. Finally, she says Yes to Alastair. Alastair takes her off the rack, and puts her family there instead, leaving Nicole to pick up the pieces of her life.
FYI - The story isn't finished yet, so this is a crappy summary of the first chapter. The story itself will have a lot more too it!

Author's Note II - Wow. If you actually read this far, I'm impressed. Thanks for your patience! Haha! Anyways.
The story is unfinished, so the chapters I post will likely change. Slightly or dramatically, I'm not sure yet. I've made a lot of dramatic changes, so I think they'll stay mostly the same, but who knows. Also read at your own risk! I'm planning on posting two or three chapters of this, and if I decide to continue the story now, then I will likely finish it before posting more! Don't expect regular updates until it's done! Between school and working two part-time jobs, it will take me a LONG time to finish!

Before.
Pain.

It was all she knew.

It felt like pain was all she had ever known…

She screamed as he peeled back her skin.

"Open your eyes." He ordered. She squeezed them shut.

There was a harsh chuckle.

"You think I can't make you?" She quivered in fear. Another cold chuckle. "I do believe this is going to hurt…"

The blade descended. She screamed as a white hot pain burned over her eyes. She tried to open them, but they were being held closed.

Scraping. Ripping. Cutting.

Ever so slowly.

It seemed to go on for hours.

Maybe it did.

Cracks of light began appearing, leaking through her closed lids. Suddenly she found that she could see. But she hadn't opened her eyes.

She tried to close them. Block out the image of the grinning face above her. But her eyelids wouldn't obey. All she felt was pain.

"And now you'll watch," he smirked, his yellow eyes glowing in the dim light. She tried to look away. Her eyes were burning now. She tried to blink, but nothing happened. There was nothing there.

He grabbed her chin, fingernails digging into the torn and bloodied flesh. He forced her to look at him. He held up two bloody pieces of skin. "Won't be needing these anymore, will you?" he sang. A shiver wracked her body. He threw them carelessly behind him.

Her eyelids.

Again, she tried to close her eyes. It was habit. The constant blinking. Closing her eyes so she didn't need to stare at her tormentor's face… Amazing how a little habit could cause her so much pain.

Burning.

It wasn't the pain she regretted. Pain she was used to. Pain was her reality.

But it was a lot harder to pretend she was somewhere else, when all she could see was his eyes staring back at her. The yellow eyes that would plague her nightmares.

She was stuck in Hell now.

Body and mind.

SPN SPN SPN

Now.
It was agony. Her body was her enemy. Intent on causing her pain. Neurons fired. Pain, they told her. Get away! She tried to force herself to keep her eyes open. She'd been made whole again weeks ago. Just in time for Alastair to return and start again. She knew if she allowed her eyes to close he would have no problem with cutting off her eyelids again. He liked it when she watched. She could see the joy in his eyes when she tried to look away. Tried to forget what was happening…

She screamed as the blade bit into her flesh again. Why did it still hurt? You'd think after all this time, she would have built up a tolerance. Back on The Surface, maybe she would have. But then again, if she were on The Surface, she would have died already. There was no such relief here.

She whimpered as he worked. She'd been here so long… But there was no escape. Not from the table.

Unless…

She didn't think about it.

Didn't think about the consequences.

She didn't stop to think at all.

She just spoke.

"Yes." She whispered.

The blade was lifted from her skin. Burning coals beneath her began to cool.

"What was that?" he asked softly.

She sighed in relief as the pain began to recede. "Yes."

SPN SPN SPN

She woke with a gasp, tears coursing down her cheeks. She tried to move and realized that her legs were trapped.

She panicked, struggling to get free, and ended up tumbling off the bed. The sharp impact brought her back to reality.

Not in Hell, she thought to herself, relief causing her to slump her shoulders and lean back against the bed. Not me.

She sobbed quietly to herself on the floor, not even bothering to untangle herself from her blankets and move back to the bed. She didn't deserve the comfort.

Faces flashed through her mind. The family she'd lost.

No, not lost, she snarled to herself. You betrayed them. You said Yes. You let him have them. You did it to save yourself, you stupid, selfish bitch.

"I know," She whispered. "I did this." She looked down, towards her family. "It's all my fault…"

Drying eyes filled with tears again. She let them flow unheeded down her cheeks as she stared downwards, towards Hell.

I'm so sorry, she thought, knowing it wasn't enough.

It would never be enough.

What she'd done was unforgivable.

Her body began to ache, bent awkwardly where it was trapped in her blankets. She ignored it, just like she ignored the tears still running down her face. She stayed where she was until morning. Knowing that no physical pain she ever felt could compare to what her family was feeling now.

What they would feel for all of eternity.

A/N: Thanks for reading! Don't forget to leave a review! Continue, or no?

Also... I do NOT want my OC to become a Mary Sue. So if you see even the slightest sign of SueSickness, YELL! Give me a heads up! Scream and rant! Whatever you need to do to get my attention! Haha!

But seriously. I'm still new to writing... I can use all the advice you can give. Especially about SueSickness.

Thanks again everyone!