Disclaimer: The beautiful Winchester boys do not belong to me.
A/N: I didn't think I'd have any time to do this but I managed to quickly whip up a little something. I've always wanted to write Dean's 'trip' to hell and the infamous Alastair...so this was sort of fun. In a twisted way of course. In the future I'll probably post a full length one shot about that.
Drabble word: Pry
Word count: 100
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Dean's bones are liquid.
Searing heat drags down his skin, draping over him like lead weights. He can't breathe. Sulfur clogs his nose, fills him with sloshing acid.
There's nothing to see but a thousand black laughing eyes and demonsdemonsdemons.
He's sick of it.
"Don't worry Deano. You'll get used to it."
Dean chokes on the sticky blood in his mouth. It dribbles down his broken jaw. That voice, it's that damn voice again.
He wants to scream but he just whimpers instead.
"Aww, sorry kiddo." Alastair smiles crookedly. "Didn't mean to pry into your pretty little head like that."
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