When People Want To Describe The Worst Possible Thing
As the saying goes; when things get rough – they become Hell. This may be true according to the understanding of an average person, but they had no idea of what Hell was really like.
John Winchester – dead and undeserving – had found himself in that very place; Hell. He thought the arrival had been painful, but it seems like a single blade of grass in an entire field in comparison to what he felt now. It is not a sharp pain, it is not a piercing pain, but it everlasting, continuous, eternal.
Hell itself did not fulfil any expectation of his, nor anyone he'd heard tell of it. It was a Demon's prison; therefore it had to be able to hold one. Hell was built around spiritual restraints, there was nothing physical. Everything you felt, you felt inside, and that was why it was Hell. The physical boundaries of Earth didn't bind demons, Hell must be different, it must be superior.
Every now and then, John would witness a Demon escape this prison – manage to escape. The struggle it endured to do so made it seem almost unbearable. John had never tried to escape, he knew the price he had paid, and that did not leave room for escape through prison bars. He had traded his soul for Dean's life – not something he even slightly regretted. Had he known what he'd be suffering now, he still would have done it; Dean was his son.
John had always, through all his years of hunting, been astounded at the knowledge demons seemed to possess. It was for this reason he was so astounded as to how in the dark he was; amidst thousands of demons, he never heard one word of what was happening up above. The last thing John had known was that is son was alive. Since his new place of residence, the correspondence had been cut and even whispers had eluded his ears.
And then came the day – the moment – when he saw his gateway. A point up above where the pressure of this place seemed to alleviate and dwindle, like the air being released from an airtight bubble. Demons swarmed from all angles and John knew – a chance for freedom.
Being the Winchester he was; curiosity got the better of him.