Hi this is my first story, so... tell me what you think about it, if you have any ides or comments please review. Disclaimer: I don't own Superatural

I opened my eyes, the heat and pain is unbearable. I look down to see I am covered in deep gashes. I try to remember where I am. When I remember it hits me like a wave. I'm in Hell! My breathing increases, I remember why i'm here, but before I can think, I hear laughter, a deep rumble sound. I see a man, I want to run to him, ask him to help me, but i'm chained down. I realize his eyes are black, there are no whites in his eyes, they remind me of black coals.

"So.." he speaks in a husky rough voice.

I want to scream but I know better, and I know what I got into when I decided to do it.

"Darling, what brings you to hell?" He asks.

"I.. I.."

"Spit it out dear, we don't have forever"

"I sold my soul." I mumble.

Despite all the screams and moans of Hell he hears me.

" Now why would you sell your... soul, your so young."

"I had to save my sister, she was dying from cancer, and I couldn't let her die..."

He grabbed a long knife from the table, and said, " Sucks for you dear, such a waste." and starts cutting and slicing into my skin. I moaned but didn't scream, I knew it would only end in more cutting. I never scream never, I think of my sister, the life I have given her, she can finally return to collage. Thinking about her makes me brave, I never scream, for her, I never break in her honor of life.

It has been seven endless years of torture, being cut and sliced into, and healed the next time I look down. But on the ''anniversary'' of my seventh year, a new man comes. That was the first time I had ever felt nervous in many years. It rushed through me, it gave me power and strength, it made me feel alive.

"I'm here to take you to the rack." He said gruffly.

I was yanked from my chains and dragged to the rack. It took days to arrive, for hell is very large. I'm chained and then left alone. As always someone returns, cruelty painted on his face, his evil smile reeks of his enjoyment for the torture.

'' I'm Alistair, and you must be the one who won't break, but don't worry i'll break you.'' He grinned his cruel smile.

After so many years of pain and tears I can't feel the pain, it just leaves. I only feel the little pricks of the knife cutting away at my skin.

I had been there for almost twenty-eight years after they brought a new man. They chained him next to me, he moaned a little. I needed to wake him before that demon Alistair starts cutting into him.

"Hello, wake up. Wake up!"

He moans a little. I try to touch him with me free hand and this time and he stirs. He opens his eyes, their the most beautiful shade of green, and considering we are in hell he is the most gorgeous thing i've seen in whats been years. I know I can't think about this now, i'm in hell there are no happy endings in hell. He groans and finally wakes up.

"Sammy... Sam. Where am I?" Realization crashes down on him. "SAMMY!"

"Shhhh, you'll attract someone'' I whisper.

"Who are you?"

"I'm, wait who are you?"

"I'm Dean Winchester, now who are you?"

''I'm Ainsley Rose, I'd say pleasure but.. we're in hell."

"Ya, so how did you get here, something bad i'm guessing?"

"Well I guess so, I sold my soul to save my sister from cancer."

"Oh, I.. I... sold my soul too, to save my brother, from dying."

"Is Sammy your brother?"

''Ya, how'd you know? "

"You were calling his name in your sleep."

"So whats your story?"

"Well.. It's long." I tell him about my old life, what i'd been through, about my sister."

"So how old did you say you are?"

"I didn't, but i'm twenty-five. How about you... Dean?"

"I'm Twenty-seven."

"But whats your story."

He tells me about "The family business, and his mother Mary and his father John, how he raised him more like the soldier than his own son because he was to obsessed with hunting the thing that killed his wife, but he mostly tells me about is younger brother Sam, how he left hunting to live a normal life, he explained that Sammy had met a girl named Jessica, fell in love, but how it all changed when she was killed just like his mother, they were both killed by the yellow eyed son of a bitch.

"I'm sorry Dean." The look on his face tears my heart into pieces.

I hear a rustle and turn to see Alistair walking towards us, I know what happens now. That son of a bitches grin is as large and cruel as ever.

"Don't scream. It only makes it worse for you." I whisper my voice hoarse from talking for so long.

"I won't." His face petrified with fear.

I reach out and grab his hand to comfort him, he stares at me his green eyes gleaming.