Pain, that's all that existed in hell. Agonizing pain tortured Dean as he was suspended in the depths of Hell. He called out for help over and over again. But more importantly, he called out for his brother. Sam! Sam! But there was no one. Demons passed by his imprisonment, snickering at how the oh-so-mighty Dean Winchester was cast down into the very pit he sought to send the rest of them. If only they could have their way with him, they'd claw out his eyes and bleed him dry and still continue to torture him. Dean was already dead.
Where he hung, the air was so cold it burned. Dean's throat was dry from yelling. He was so close to giving up, on the edge of falling into that never ending sleep. His eyes were drifting, fluttering open and close. He saw something approach him. He was wary and the chains that ran through his limbs ached, but they were gradually becoming bearable. A soft hand touched his face. Through the bloodspots in his eyes, he recognized a familiar face.
"Well I never thought I'd see you again," he croaked, "Bela."
"Likewise." She gave Dean one of her famous smirks.
"Why are you here? Can I not have peace from you, even in Hell?"
"Always with the insults, Dean."
"Bela. Why are you here."
"I-I had to come see you. I don't like to be in debt to people. I felt like I at least owed you an apology face to face." Her eyes were wide, vulnerable. Dean was still drifting further and further into the cold blooded thing he was sure to become.
"Well it's a little too late for apologies, sweet cheeks."
"I know it's too late. But…"
"But nothing. We're dead. Sam's probably dead by now. The demons are wining this war. And all you cared about was saving your own hide, when in the long run, if you had just forgotten your pride for just a second. We could have made it out alive."
Tears streamed down her face. She knew she had made a mistake and it cost her everything and everyone she cared about. Life had been good to her, always giving her second chances time after time. But she never learned. And every time she got burned, she just pushed the blame on someone else and pretended like it never happened. The worst part of it all was knowing that Dean could have been saved.
"Bela, how are you not falling?"
"Let's just say I made another deal."
"You didn't."
"I'm sorry, Dean." She kissed him, bloody mouth and all. "Stay strong. Think of Sam, of Bobby. You will get out of here." She left his prison pit, still tasting him on her lips, wishing that he was the deal she chose in the first place.
