Author's Note: I'm basically simplifying the Winchester's lives. I'm not including the fact that the Apocalypse happened or that they were Archangels vessels. If anything, this would be set in roughly season two. They don't know anything about angels (yet). Carry on.

CHAPTER ONE: Unexpected Turn Of Events

It was a routine hunt.

Quick and easy, exorcize and go.

But, when were things ever easy in my life?

I had first caught wind of this particular demon when I was visiting Bobby. He had told me of a string of murders that resembled crossroad deals.

A little more research and I was off, just itching to gank some punk ass crossroad demon.

"Dean, maybe you should call Sam. You could always use the help." Bobby had told me right before I left.

"Sammy doesn't want anything to do with me or this. I'll pass." I said, waving off his dumbass suggestion.

To clarify, I was just protecting my brother. We were on a simple case, another demon. Except this demon was the one who had killed our mother.

Our dad had gotten possessed by the yellow-eyed dick, ambushed us with our pants down, and came pretty damn close to killing Sam.

I saw my opening, took the colt, and shot our father through the heart, killing the demon and him.

Sam never was able to forgive me after that. But it had to be done and I have a gut feeling my dad would've been proud of me.

Anyways, Sam had left shortly after that claiming he couldn't even look at me anymore.

So I continued to hunt.

As I drove to some hick town down in Alabama, I found myself thinking about the second cell phone I had that was stashed in the Impala's glove compartment.

Stopping for gas, I dug the phone out and turned it on. I scrolled down to the one of three contacts in the phone that had Sam's number and almost called him.

But I guess I wasn't really in the mood to get yelled at because I snapped the phone shut quickly, shoving it back deep into its storage place.

It was about a twenty hour drive which I made without stopping.

Finally stopping at a motel, I barely made it in the room before I collapsed on the bed and passed out.

….

I was woken up by the thin ray of light that was slicing through the darkness from the gap in the curtains. Rolling onto my back, I rubbed the sleep from my eyes before I glanced at the clock. Fucking nine am already.

Hauling my ass out of bed, I made my way to the bathroom to shower and piss.

After taking my time, I was finally ready to head out and kill some evil son of bitch.

….

Dark alleys give me the fucking creeps. I thought as I made my way down the narrow pathway. Taking my gun's safety off, I held it out in front of me.

A noise coming from behind a dumpster up ahead caused my pace to quicken and my senses to heighten. I had been hunting for just about my whole life and enjoyed the feel of adrenaline pumping through my veins.

Moving along the edge of the dumpster, I quickly maneuvered so I was facing behind it only to see a rat scurrying away.

"Disgusting." I muttered.

"I agree." A smug voice said from behind me.

Spinning around, I pointed my gun at the black eyed stranger. "Huh, this whole time I've been looking for you. I didn't think you'd come to me." I said, smirking as I put my gun in my waist band and took out the demon killing knife that had been in my family for years.

"Now, where did you get that?" The demon in front of me had possessed some poor banker by the looks of the cheap suit.

"Pulled it out of my ass a week ago. Call off all the deals you've got going." I ordered, twirling the blade in my hand.

"Dean Winchester. You sure live up to your reputation. A smart ass and stupid. There are no deals going down here genius. We were just trying to get your attention." With a flick of his wrist, he pinned me up against the brick wall.

Grimacing, I gripped the knife and glared at my attacker. "Well here I am. What do you want?" I spat.

"We're under strict orders to capture and bring you down to the furnace. The King doesn't like all you've done to his men." The demon strolled over to me, taking out a wickedly sharp knife from his jacket pocket. Running it along my jaw line, he grabbed my wrist and pressed hard down on the vein, causing me to let the knife fall to the asphalt.

I chuckled humorlessly as I stared the demon down. "Listen here you black-eyed dick, if you're King has a problem with me, tell him to grow some balls and come topside and deal with me himself."

"See that's not nearly as much fun."

The last thing I remember is a blinding pain to my temple and everything going dark.

….

I woke up with a bitch of a headache. Feeling something drip down my cheek, I went to wipe it off when I felt my wrists were bound.

My eyes flew open as I glanced down to see my wrists were clamped together with chains that wrapped around the leg of the cot I was laying flat on my stomach on.

"What the fuck…" I said, glancing around the room to take in my surroundings.

The walls and flooring were black with blood stains spaced sporadically around almost every inch of the small space.

It was set up like a prison cell, bars in all separating me from the hallway with more cells on the opposite side. Looking down, I noticed I had been stripped down to just my black t-shirt, jeans, and boots.

Getting up, I moved as far as I could away from the bed which was a solid three feet before I felt resistance.

"Hey! Where am I?!" I called down the long dark hallway. The only source of lighting was the occasional lit torch on the hallway walls.

"Buddy, it's useless. The guards just left, they won't be back for another two hours." A gruff voice with a bit of an accent drawled from the cell opposite of me.

"Who are you? Where am I?" I asked again to the stranger. I watched as he stood up and made his way over to the bars. His wrists weren't bound like mine and he gripped the bars with both hands.

"Welcome to Hell's Prison. I'm Benny."

….

TBC

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