Ink Stained Tears
Dean is in Hell, Cas is in Heaven and Sam is on earth. Can they all keep up hope when they've lost all they hoped for?
As he lays, motionless, the torturer works over him. Alistair is merciless, and Dean's prayers echo out into the vast heavens as a fresh wave of blood pours own his brow. His cries are never-ending and his pain, projected. The demon grins widely as he pushes a fresh blade between his captives ribs.
Who knows how far away, the angel Castiel is in pain. He hears Dean's screams but, bound in heaven, he cannot help. Naomi smirks at him as he twitches, feeling another wave of the hell-trapped man's pain.
Sam Winchester lays in a rundown motel, another place to rest on a trail of salt and holy water. Brother gone, there is no joy in the hunt, only a drive. A drive to find Dean, to find Castiel; a drive to find some other way to live.
Bobby Singer is on his third round of whiskey. Worrying about Sam has been taking up all of his time, but he's sure that the boy wont to anything rash. Somewhere around his fifth glass Bobby starts thinking about Dean, and Castiel, and Team Free Will. How can he fight a war when he's lost all he was fighting for?
Somewhere else, away from all of this, a brilliant write named Chuck Shirly is writing the Winchester Gospel, and its pages are stained with tears.
Ink runs and rain falls. Silent screams echo out and only the knowing can hear them.