Angels in hell
Chapter I
Important: The yellow-eyed demon didn't die, but was sent to hell instead.
Dean looked around him, confused. Flames were encircling him, providing an unbearable heat to the place he had been sent. Closing his eyes, he tried to remember what had happen, but the only thing he recalled was this vague pain in his chest before all scenery faded away.
Lightly, as if afraid he could achieve some damage to his own body, Dean brought a shaking hand to his chest, but only found unscathed skin behind, as if all that happened had been a dream.
Closing his eyes, he could only hear the cries louder, as if he was just in front of the one being tortured. There was no silence. Cries, sobs, screaming, the sound of metal against metal was resonating in the red haze of the fire. Suddenly, he felt an abrupt pain in his back that sent him crashing to his knees. He heard the sound of the belt breaking his skin, his blood being splattered in the unnatural fire. Dean cried out in pain and hearing the sound of the belt being raised again, Dean turned over to see his assailant.
The man holding the belt was tall. Taller then Sam would ever be. His skin was burned and red from the fire and an unnatural smirk that gave away his hostility, his pleasure of pain and anger was marking his features. Dark wings burned by fire were folded in his back.
"The mighty Dean Winchester. You aren't so powerful now, aren't you? Not even able to stand straight… what a shame."
Dean raised himself to his knees, before the belt went crashing on his back again. The eldest son of John Winchester cried out in pure agony, closing his eyes against the burning feeling spreading in his back. When the pain was reduce to a dull throb, Dean raised his eyes, determination marking his features.
"Son of a bitch! I swear I'm gonna kill you Satan!"
The man shook his head, his smile even wider.
"Satan? Concerning my place in hierarchy, you are right, I'm a fallen angel, but my name has never been the one of the leader of our domain. I'm Azarel"
Dean raised himself on his knees when the belt came crashing on his back again, making the youngest addition in hell to cry out in agony. Azarel smiled, taking pleasure in the pain the young man was experiencing, before he crouched down in front of the fallen man.
"You must learn that no one can stand next to the leaders of the lower world. I'm a leader here and you must learn your place."
Dean let his eyes closed against the pain, before he felt two strong pair of arms dragging him away. Suddenly, he remembered the circle of fire and opening his eyes, he saw that it was now making a straight line up to a palace of fire. A man resembling the one who had tortured him earlier made his way to him, fearless.
"You must release him. The upper world had been advised of his presence here and they will attack if he is not released in the next few hours."
Dean smiled, before facing Azarel. His back was still throbbing with a fierce intensity, but he couldn't miss an opportunity when he saw one.
"I couldn't stand next to you, you said? Well, you should've said that you couldn't stand next to me, since all your twisted little plans have backfired."
Azarel kept on a straight face, ignoring Dean and looking at his leader with unspoken loyalty. He nodded once, before taking Dean right arm in his own hand.
"Follow me."
Dean did as requested, his smile never vanishing of his face. He hadn't been an hour in hell that he was going to be already out. Suddenly, Azarel stopped in the circle of fire that had recreated itself.
"I found you here, now you must find your way out of hell. No one has escaped hell unscathed, but your mighty friends should've given you some tricks. Now, go. I don't want a being of the upper world in our domain."
Immediately those words pronounced, Azarel dissipated in thick smoke. Dean coughed, before his vision cleared.
"Sonuvabitch!"
Dean looked around himself, unknowing of what to do. Fire was still encircling him and he knew he couldn't get pass it. The heat was unbearable and he was standing at a save distance from the edge. If he came any closer, he would suffer of some severe burns.
"Damn!"
Dean sat on the floor, head resting in his hands. Maybe if he waited… Suddenly, he heard someone chuckling behind him and he turned around, surprised. Two figures constituted of black smoke stand near him. The eyes of the silhouette standing on the left kept changing into a glistering yellow color.
Immediately, Dean stood up, putting his fist before his face, protecting his self from the demon he had spent most of his life tracking.
"Dean Winchester. It's been a while I think… a year at most."
The yellow-eyed demon came closer and Dean took a step back, determination shinning in his green eyes.
"A year in which you've been tortured." Dean said, smiling. "Goes fine with me."
A hand filled with smoke closed around Dean's throat.
"My son here met your father, you know? He was apparently extremely disappointed in you, Dean Winchester. All your self-loathing increasing the guilt of his precious son: Sammy. You know he let you stay alive so you could keep on his little crusade and that you could watch on Sam. What a disappointment… Not only did you release thousands of demons upon the Earth, but you didn't even managed to send them all back to hell before your own deal comes to term. I wonder what your daddy would think of you now."
Dean smirked.
"You think you got it right? I saw him after I send your ass back to hell and you know what? He's proud. I saw it in his smile before he went away."
The hand around Dean's throat closed tighter, making Dean choke. A few seconds later, the hand of smoke released Dean's throat, making the eldest son of John Winchester catch mouthfuls of air into his air-deprived lungs. Immediately, the demon's hand raised Dean's head so he could see his eyes.
"Did he actually told you that son or did he just stand there, smiling at both his son for sending me back to hell. Was he proud of the man you became of proud that you finally achieve what he had waited twenty-five years for."
The demon stepped closer to Dean before a cross appeared behind them.
"You know what I love in hell, Dean Winchester? It's totally malleable to the way we wants it to be, when you are one of the chosen."
Dean looked behind him, seeing the cross fall to the ground where piece of ropes appeared. Immediately, a belt came crashing on his back, making him fall on his knees. The yellow-eyed demon came close to his ears.
"I'm going to make you beg like your pathetic little hero that you bunch of people named Jesus."
Dean closed his eyes, before he felt his hands being attached to the hard wood of the cross. When both his hands and feet were securely attached, the demon put a nail against his open palm and pushed it into the skin. Immediately, blood trailed down Dean's arm, while the man attached to the cross screamed in pain. A second nail was embedded in his hand, before the demon put the cross straight on the ground. Dean felt his skin tearing apart in his hand and the agony spread in his whole body.
"SONUVABITCH! I swear to god I'm gonna kill you! I'm gonna kill you all!"
The yellow-eyed demon took another nail, before looking at the man he was currently torturing. Blood was trailing down his back, his arms. The ropes binding him to the cross were doing nothing to prevent his body from going down, breaking the skin, the muscles and the bones of his hands.
"How does that feel, Dean Winchester? How does that feel knowing that you'll spend eternity being tortured? Feeling the pain and the hurt with no chance of escape. How does it feel to…"
His tirade was instantly interrupted when a silver arrow pierced the black smoke, sending the demon crashing unto the ground. Dean looked down, feeling no pity for the one who had been killed. Looking up, he saw that the son had escape, leaving him alone, tied and nailed to a cross like the savior.
"Damn…"
Although the savior wouldn't have been found cursing…
TBC
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