Hot, scorching, deathly heat doesn't even begin to describe it. Flesh searing off the smells were unbelievably rotten. Dean's screams were so loud they could possibly be heard up on the surface or across the universe.
He couldn't take the agonising pain any more he had suffered it for over 30 years or at least that is what is was down in hell. Up on the surface it had only been 3 months. Dean had begun torturing others reluctantly for 5 years that was until one day when he saw his father John Winchester been placed up on his torture rack.
Dean couldn't even imagine hitting his father let alone full torturing him. This couldn't be happening. Well Dean cried refusing to hurt his own father. The evil torture master Alastair laughed and put both father and son up onto racks beside each other forcing them to watch each other in excruciating agony.
As they are been tortured little Sammy was drinking demon Ruby's blood – in a desperate attempt to improve his hunting skills.
Dean – desperately trying to think of anything that may help his father, he began to pray hoping someone or something is listening to his plea for help. When suddenly John is taken off the rack and placed in front of Dean he began to torture his own son. It was definitely not what Dean had in mind.
Sam has turned into quite the hunter patching himself up when injured he continues to kill every evil son of a bitch that crosses his path. He comes across a dear old friend and hunter Bobby Singer on the trail of hell hounds. They are injured- ripped to shreds with what looks like no way out. They begin to scream in anger and frustration as a hell hound comes towards them, they are shocked to see it freeze and are even more surprised when they see Dean screaming in agony as he drags the hell hound back to hell