I Shall Find You Again My Friend
All recognisable characters belong to Kripke. Would love to say I owned supernatural but alas no…
Anyway onwards…
Chapter One
Hell was… well Hell was Hell. There were no words to describe it. It simply was. Hell was an endless cycle of mundane daily torture. But when Hell's most wanted was finally brought to the pit, Hell changed. Dean Winchester spent forty long dark years in Hell. The first thirty were spent in total agony, but his stubborn, self-loathing attitude enabled him to simply refuse to break. But alas, he did break. It was Hell. Everyone breaks.
The last ten years. We don't talk about them. Let's just say the older of the Winchester brothers became the most feared being in Hell. Well second, but second only to his master; Alastair. He carved and sliced his way through countless souls. A burning Sigel branded each soul that fell before his blade forever, on the inside of their right wrist. Even when these souls came to the surface as demons, the Sigel would remain, branded on each and every host vessel they took.
Every torturer assistant operated under their master's brand until they were deemed worthy to have their own. It took thousands of years for someone to be granted this right, and even then it was few and far between. But this was not the case for the infamous Dean Winchester. No, on the fourth year of his apprenticeship Dean Winchester dropped Alastair's Sigel and took up his own. It was safe to say that every demon, those here in Hell and even those topside feared him.
This remarkable transition happened after his second victim. After her.
He remembered finding her on his sixth month. After that they were inseparable. For thirty long years they fed off of each other's strength. After each bout of torture they would crawl to each other and find solace in each other's arms. They would let the waterworks flow and cling together in the cold dark corner of Hell. They kept each other sane; they kept each other human.
Dean Winchester had never believed in angels, that was always Sammy's area. But she made him believe and he slowly began to trust this strange girl. He would never know why but when she revealed what she truly was to him, he simply nodded, it made no difference, and he still trusted her. He trusted his Nephilium.
It was this trust that caused no stir when Castiel came for the Righteous Man. He had no fear; he had nothing but faith in this angel. He stared right into her eyes; a mix of hope, guilt, love, pain, hope and loyalty clouded his gaze. This was the girl who stood by him throughout everything. It didn't matter what he did to her or the fact that his mark would forever adorn her right wrist. Nothing mattered, at the end of those disastrous ten years she found him again. She found him and promised salvation promised she would save him.
"Esmerale," he spoke,
"Dean Winchester go now, be strong. Do not let what happened here haunt you. I forgive you for everything it is time you were reborn. You must learn to forgive yourself. Go now take my gift and we will be together again. I promise I will find you again my friend. I promise,"
She cupped his face and placed her lips upon his in a searing kiss. Light filled the small chamber; it seemed to flow through Esmerale and into Dean. He felt warmth, light fill him and for the first time in forty years, Dean Winchester smiled.
Castiel walked forward placing his hand on the broken mans shoulder, nodding toward the girl.
"Take him Uncle."
In a flash of light they were gone.
Esmerale was left alone in the small dark chamber, secluded in the deepest parts of Hell. She felt empty, a gapping hole where her grace once resided. But she cared not, for a moment later she felt her heart flutter. Dean was free; he was on Earth once more. She felt this pull of her grace that she had given him, pulling her upwards but she resisted. "All in good time," she whispered….
TBC
A/N
I would love to be telepathic and no what you are all thinking, but sadly I am not. Reviews please