A new story to make up for not working for a few days :( I know I NEED to update my other stories and I plan to spend all day today, since I don't have class, doing just that! I'm sorry for my other story that contained spoilers. That was a tricky one for me because I wasn't sure how to say that the idea wasn't my own without spoiling it, ya know? So I deleted it so not everyone will be spoiled. Again, sorry :) I know I've had Allastiar in a couple of my fics now, he's such a fun bad guy though!
Prologue
Sam walked a lot more than he normally did. He had always loved walking but lately he was doing it more and more because the atmosphere was unbelievably tense in the motel room lately. Dean hadly talked to him like he used to. And Sam hated watching Dean sleeping, tossing and turning and moaning about something. And whenever Dean woke he would reach for the bottle. Dean had always drank, but it was never this bad before.
Sam was more than a little worried about Dean. He was glad that Dean was finally talking, finally telling him about hell. But he felt guilt climbing inside of him too. The things Dean did...had to endure...and for what? So Sam could live? Like he was living when Dean died. Suddenly he froze. He had became an expert and knowing when he was followed. He turned around and he froze when he saw Allastair standing right in front of him.
"Hello, Sam."
Sam rose his hand than, in attempt to excorsise Allastiar laughed, almost in amusement.
"Go ahead, and try," he said. Sam squinted and concentrated as hard as he could. But nothing happened except a peircing headache and a nosebleed. He grimaced, sweat trickling down him, and started to collapse from exhaustion to the floor. His hand dropped as he started to pant. Allastiar didn't even flinch. Than, without stopping Allastair grabbed Sam roughly and both vanished.
When Sam was aware of his surrounded he stared at the area that was filled with blood spilling from the walls, screams echoing around them and fire rising from the ground. He saw a line of bodies on a rack like place. Demon like monsters with horrible faces, faces from nightmares, were looming over them.
To his horror he saw Dean amongst the bodies on there.
"Dean," he whispered and he stared at Allastiar. "Where did you take me? What are you doing to my brother?!"
"Relax, Sammy," Allastiar purred. "This is what you might call a high def replay of what your brother went through in hell. I figured you were probably having a hard time imagining it, right? What better way to help your brother move on if you can actually see what your brother went through. So sit back, relax, and enjoy the wrde." He flashed a smile at the horrified look painted onto Sam's face. "Because you know I will."
Should I continue? Yes? No? Feed me please! I'm going through withdrawl systems from no reviews because of this stupid site being down for a few days lol.