Hello! Back with the next installment! God this one is gonna be interesting! I just came up with the idea like a minute ago so... XD Anyways! I would like to thank all of you for your support and kindness! I don't deserve one of you guys, let alone all of you! Thanks for reading and reviewing and following and favoriting! Now I should probably end this chick flick before I start trying (and failing) to make jokes and laughing awkwardly. To the story!

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Chapter 1

Hell. It was Hell. Dean was back in Hell.

"Somebody help me!" Dean screamed at the top of his lungs.

He screamed in pain as his skin was torn open. The white-hot pain was everywhere. Dean couldn't escape it. He was stuck in place as he was cut, burned, and torn apart.

Then it started over again. It never ended. The only moment of rest he got was when Alastair came.

"So Dean, my boy, how are we today?" Alastair asked in a playful tone. Dean just glared at him, not responding.

"Oh, don't be like that..." Alastair pouted, "Just join me, Dean. All this pain is really quite unnecessary."

"Screw you." Dean spat at him.

"Very well then..." Alastair said.

Dean screamed in agony as it began again. The pain, the torture.

Hell.

"Dean!" yelled Sam as he rushed over to the bed. Elizabeth followed close behind. Dean had been standing next to his bed in their motel room. He was just unpacking his things when he collapsed onto the bed. It was like he just passed out.

"What's going on?!" Eli asked.

"I don't know!" Sam responded.

Dean was completely still, aside from his eyes moving under their lids. This continued for a few minutes. Then, Dean's eyes opened quickly and he gasped, sitting up.

"Dean!" Eli exclaimed.

"Are you ok?" Sam asked, looking at his brother's face.

"I... I don't know..."Dean answered.

Eli pulled Dean into a hug, putting his head on her shoulder. Dean accepted it, hugging back lightly. When both let go, Sam asked, "What happened, Dean? You just passed out."

"I-I saw Hell..." Dean told his siblings.

"What? How? I thought you weren't having those dreams anymore." Eli said, then looked at him sternly, "You aren't, are you?"

"No, I'm not having dreams about Hell anymore. It just...Happened. It's like someone forced me into it."

"So, it wasn't a dream?" Sam asked.

"No. It was memories."

"Cas?" Eli asked tentatively.

Sam and Dean looked around, expecting it to be a while before Cas actually showed up. Instead, they saw Cas appear in the room immediately.

"What's wrong?" Cas asked, looking at the three Winchester siblings.

"Dean fell into some kind a of trance earlier." Sam told Castiel.
Cas crossed over to Dean and put two fingers on his head. He then closed his eyes. He stayed this way for a minute, focusing. Then Cas opened his eyes and took his fingers off of Dean's forehead.

"You were somehow forced into the trance. I could not tell who did it, but someone made you relive memories of Hell. You weren't just remembering, you were living in a memory." Cas explained, looking at Dean.

"Ok... How do we stop this from happening again?" Sam asked Cas.

"We can't." Cas answered sadly.

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