Feedback: Makes me happy, just play nice
Disclaimer: They belong to Kripke/McG/et al, and a bunch of other corporate-type ppl, in other words, not me.
Warnings/Squicks: implied torture, ANGST (no schmoop, sorry)
Summary: Dean+Hell=

AN: Umm, the Black Dog and the Beast came to play, and after a good long cry this popped into my head...

It doesn't matter how loud or long he screams. No one will hear.
It doesn't matter how hard he cries. The tears are nothing.
He has no one to call out for, no one to calm his speeding heart, no one to fight for- no one worth fighting for.
All he has are memories and tomorrows and pain, so much pain.
And as the beast above him claws and carves his flesh, he almost welcomes the relief it brings- a true torment replacing a phantom one. A true torment he can fight; a physical threshold to be held or overrun, but real none-the-less.
It's only when they realize the shades and phantoms can tear down the colossus of his spirit that they break him, that it becomes too much.