Soldier's Lament

by Let me rule

There is no time in hell. Years are milliseconds and minutes are millennia. He'd know. He'd spent years-well,no he'd spent what felt like years, trying to measure time. It never worked.

1. Ante-Hell

This will be a ten part story following Dean's descent (and ascent) into hell. Enjoy!

1: Ante- Hell

The earth rotates and meets itself every year. Those who run aimlessly on its surface keep track of this rotation, and call it time. Their lives are dependant on this concept.

There is no time in hell. Years are milliseconds and minutes are millennia.

He'd know. He'd spent years-well,no he'd spent what felt like years, trying to measure time. It never worked. Some moments, he felt thousands of years old. Some, like he had just arrived.

Like right now, for instance. Something thick and acidic was bubbling in his throat. He couldn't even scream. Not for lack of trying. He had screamed everything, from meaningless names- Sam,Dean, John, Mary- to deities who did not-could not- exist.

So he just let it be.