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Hell
When you'd ask him about the worst thing in hell, he wouldn't say the pain, ort he screams, not even having to torture other souls, ripping them to shreds, feeling their blood flow warm over your hands. No, that was not, what made hell "hell" for Dean.
You know, it's said that everyone his own personal hell, just like everyone gets his own personal heaven.
That's how it might appear on the outside. Sure, everyone is tortured in a different way. For some, it's simply pain, for others it's seeing others tortured, or just being denied something you really want.
But Dean knew the truth. In the end each hell is the same. Every soul in hell craves only one thing.
Relief.
But not relief from pain. No.
After a while you just don't care about the pain anymore, or the heat for that matter. Your feeling just dulls until there is only one feeling left. One all-encompassing, overwhelming feeling.
And there is nothing you can do about it. Absolutely nothing. No way out. No way to escape that burning desire. No way to escape your demons. No way to shut out that maddening voice inside your head.
And the worst is, you know there won't be any relief from it. Not now, not ever.
You ever wondered what really made humans turn into demons?
It's not the pain, or the screams, not even having to torture other souls, ripping them to shreds, feeling their blood flow warm over your hands.
No, that's not it at all. That's not what creates demons.
There's only one thing that can do that. One thing that makes hell "hell".
Loneliness.
-So guys, this is it. My first Supernatural Story. It's really short, but I would appreciate comments nonetheless. So, you know what to do! Make me happy-