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Deans time in Hell was something we learned very little of. This is my idea of what he endured and as time went on how he was changed. This will for sure be graphic, violence and torture.

Dean had spent what seemed like a life time suspended in the nothingness. Meat hooks ripping his skin from his bones, fire dancing far too close for his comfort. If he had been living he would have sweated every pound from his body. The pain had been unbearable. He had screamed, begged and cried. He screamed out to Sammy, he prayed to God, anything to stop the pain. This did finally come to an end though. He was unsure his new torment was a relief of any sort. The hooks seemed to be a sort of a waiting room, like they were getting his paperwork in order or something. Perhaps they were sorting through his darkest fears and deciding what else would make him scream. His new waiting room was no bigger than 3x3 feet the ceiling rested right above his head. There was no once ounce of light. There was no pain but he was alone, beyond alone. He was able to sit on the floor, he curled his knees to his chest and laid his head on them. He was having an anxiety attack, he gasped for breath and his whole body shuddered uncontrollably. He felt like his chest was caving in and he couldn't stop tears from soaking his jeans. He wasn't sure if his body and lungs or even his jeans really existed anymore. Perhaps this was just how he perceived things to be. He never knew he could feel and act so weak, but who was here to witness it? Dean himself had no way of knowing how long he stayed in the closet like area but it had been a year. A year without hearing a sound except his own heart beating. A year without even a crack or slither of light. Of course in Hell there was no food or drink, he no longer had the need to relive himself. He just sat curled into a ball, a shaking, silent ball.

The day finally came when there was light, the wall to his room open. It was like there had always been a door there. A demon stood on the other side of the door. He had a human form. He was around Deans age, attractive with messy blond hair and large green eyes. He stood staring down at Dean. Disappoint almost seeped from him.

"You can't be the Dean Winchester, you sniveling, worthless dog. The stories that are told of you, this cannot be the man I have truly found." He said in disgust as he looked at the shocked shell of a man that was curled up on the floor. He surveyed him, Deans nails were all but gone from the time he had spent clawing at the walls, his face wet from tears and his eyes were beyond bloodshot. He looked like the light was burning his eyes. The man snickered, come boy it is time to begin your lessons.

Dean stood, the light was hard to take in, it had been so long since he had seen it. He followed the demon anything had to be better than his former cage. Little did he know he was so very wrong.

They entered a large white room, large harsh lights hung from the ceiling. The walls were almost made of glass, the floors white marble. There was a table in the middle of the room with straps, it looked like a mental ward. The demon began to speak again, his voice was unnerving.

"I am Alastair, I have many jobs but my most important, oh and favorite is to oversee torture. To teach it to be taken and given. I am sad to see you in such a sad state, I never intended you to break before I even began. It will really take the fun out of the game now won't it." Alastair snapped his fingers and tables of tools appeared. There must have been everything you could possibly cut or slice a human with laying there. There where a large assortment of whips and devices also.

Something inside Dean snapped back in place, though he took several steps back from the table and the tools his spirit began to flood back in. There was no way he would show this son of a bitch anything.

"Alastair is it? You know I am not so sure about this bed thing today. I mean you haven't even bought me dinner. How could you imply I am that sort of guy, not to mention I was never really into the S&M thing."

Alastair looked beyond delighted, perhaps this would be more fun than he thought. Dean planned to fight and yes he would lose, no matter what he would end up strapped to that table day after day. If the stories he had heard of the hunter were true, even when Dean was on the table he would have a world of fight in him. It would be fun to watch each day as that last bit of hope left his eyes. Of course there was more to this than that. Alastair had to make Dean step into the role of the torturer. For Alastair to receive his honors he had been tasked with forcing Dean to take up the knife. At first when he heard of Dean he had his doubts, but as soon as he opened the door to face him he knew there would be a time when he would break. It was just a matter of time and in Hell time was no issue.

Alastair took a step forward, reaching down and taking one of the whips in his hand. The whip was large and long, the end slimming down to a very fine stretch of leather. With his other hand he snapped his fingers, making any doors in the room vanish. Deans eyes seemed a bit panicked when he saw this. Actually Alastair had the power to snap and Dean would be bound on the table in less than a second. Not today though, today he would show Dean the hard way. He watched the hunter eye the tables filled with weapons, of course he was trying to see his best route to getting one. Alastair laughed.

"So sorry Dean-o that's not in the cards. Now you be a good boy and come have a seat on my table, perhaps I will go easy on you." Alastair smiled with malice as he spoke.

"I think I will stay vertical if it's all the same to you this is Hell nothing has been easy so far. I don't think trusting a Demon is going to get me any breaks buddy." Dean said as he backed himself into a corner. He knew he was going to lose, there was no escape and no where to hide. He just couldn't go willingly

Thanks so much for reading, I will get chapter two up as soon as I can! Please Reveiw I am always scared I am a bit too twisted.