I'll See You In Hell
Summary: A day after Bela's deadline, Dean gets dragged down into hell. Dean/Bela horror and suspense. One-shot.
AN: OK, so I don't know what hell in the Supernatural universe is like, so I'm just making it up as I go. I have no other words except that I was (and still am) feeling in a very dark mood.
I'll See You In Hell
Dean woke up, disoriented. He was in Hell…and hanging from chains and meat locks. It looked like he was alone. Then, he heard pain-filled gasps and the occasional weak cuss word and realized he wasn't completely alone. He listened some more as he tried to gain the strength to look around. When he did so, his eyes followed the sounds, and then proceeded to widen. Bela was hanging as well. The state of her terrified him. She had cuts all over her body, and not just little ones, either. Huge gaping wounds, no doubt from the hellhounds claws. He swallowed when he noticed that She looked up, and he received another shock. Her blue eyes were hollow, and filled with pain.
"Fancy meeting you here." she said in her posh(1) British accent. There was no sarcasm, though. It sounded strange to hear Bela speak with no sarcasm. "Finally come to join the party?" there was a slight cynical note in her voice.
Ignoring the dig(2), Dean swallowed before speaking. "How long have you been here?" He knew that question was lame, but he didn't really care right now.
"I don't bloody know." This one was not sarcastic, or cynical. "It's hard to count when you're being tortured." She stopped speaking abruptly and looked as though she was discreetly trying to get her breath back. Dean felt the slightest pang of sympathy.
"You know what the sad thing is, Dean?" Bela asked, and he felt shocked. He'd never heard her use his name like that.
"What, Bela?" he asked with a sigh.
"This is only the beginning. For both of us." she muttered the last part, probably thinking he couldn't hear it. He decided to humour her and pretend he couldn't.
"Been on the rack yet?" she asked.
He looked at her strangely. Should he know what that met? "The rack?"
"Oh, you didn't know? The rack is what they torture you on." There was a bitter tone in Bela's voice.
He shook his head. "No, not yet."
Bela smiled grimly. "You're lucky. I think I'm due back on there soon. They're taking a break. As if demons need a break." Dean felt even more sympathy for her. She was a cold hearted bitch, but no one deserved this. Bela's eyes were closed again.
"Time doesn't matter here." she whispered. Dean knew for a fact that this statement was to herself. Unsure of what to say, Dean fell into contemplative silence. He took the time while her eyes were closed to look at her. Despite the state she was in, she still looked so damn beautiful. Suddenly, two demons floated up and took her out of the chains.
"Come on, pretty." one of them hissed. "Back to torturing." Her eyes opened and locked with Dean's. They held an unspoken message: Good Luck. They dragged her back down and put her on it. Dean shut his eyes and drowned out her screams, partially anyway.
Good luck to you too, Bela. he thought, for he knew if he had said it aloud, she wouldn't be able to hear him. Both of them would be there a while, and he knew that. His last words to her before he'd hung up the phone still rung in his head "I'll see you in hell."
AN: Now the definitions of the words with the numbers
1. Posh-smart, fashionable
2. Dig-sarcastic, cutting remark.
What did you think? Please, don't be too harsh.