Title:
Damned
Author: Mahtalie
Summary: E/O Challenge: "nausea". A
few weeks after being pulled from the Pit, Dean breaks down.
Disclaimer: Definitely not mine.
A/N: Happy (belated!) birthday, Enkidu07! So sorry this is so late, but I could not get Sam to cooperate. I poked at this fic for days before I realized it wouldn't work as one, so I wrote a second chapter for Sam. Because I could. So, happy super-late birthday – hope you had an amazing day! *hugs*
Strips of flesh swung before his eyes. His flesh. Leaden, dead black eyes, shrieking laughter, and his body was pierced again and again, skin ripped agonizingly slow and steady. His screams joined a multitude of others, pleading, deafening, filling him until he knew he'd go crazy, he had to be dreaming, knew he'd never wake up, knew he'd never know anything else.
Nausea overwhelmed him, fever sweeping through him. Before he knew he'd done it he was kneeling on cold hard tiles, retching the meager contents of his soul, and Dean knew what it was to be truly damned.
Fin.
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