Hell

by starglow71

Both boys have taken turns going there. Now this will tell you how they both managed to share the experience together each time, even though they were separated by its flames. No Wincest, just a poem. Graphic and violent imagery is included, R & R

(This is dedicated to our favorite boys, the Winchesters who each had to see the other go to Hell and then left the other behind, sharing their Hell right here on Earth. We love you guys!)

Hell

You feel him scream within your head.

You feel him wish that he were dead.

You feel the blade slice his flesh

You feel the pain in him refresh.

You see his face in all your dreams

You see him come apart at the seems

You see him struggle against the chains

You see and join him in his pain.

You smell the fire all around

You smell the sharpening blade come round

You smell the sweat on the demon's brow

You smell Sammy even when you're awake now.

You taste the blood on your tongue

You taste the ash the fires brung

You taste the air so hot around him

You taste the breaths so shallow and grim.

You hear him call over and over your name

You hear his cry out as the demons him they maim

You hear his scream for you his brother

You hear him call out for no other.

Hell is torment of his soul.

Hell wants to swallow him whole

Hell holds him away from you

To save him there is nothing you won't do.

(Please review and let me know your thoughts about this poem involving the five senses and the ways our boys experienced them as they took turns going to Hell.)