Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural, or any of the characters therein. This is where I say something typically fangirl-ish and express my wishes to own Dean/Jensen and Sam/Jared, right?
A/N: This is what happens when I listen to too much Kansas. Very loosely based on a few lines from the song of the same title. This'll be a few short chapters, each set ten years apart (in Hell time).
"Dean Winchester..."
His name echoed in the empty pit around him, a whisper among the screams of those he couldn't see, but knew the pain of. It was surreal; down here, he hadn't had a name in years. He was just a smartass piece of meat for Alistair to go to work on.
He wasn't on the rack itself right now. It was his "off time." Meat hooks tore his flesh away from the muscles. Flames scorched the wounds. The air itself burned his insides. And this was still better than being on the rack, under Alistair's deft hand.
"Dean..."
Maybe it was a new form of torture, because that voice was golden in his mind. It almost lessened the pain he felt. Alistair would be a bastard like that.
"Dean."
Yeah, he was ignoring it. It was an interesting idea on Alistair's part, but it wasn't gonna work. Honestly, ten years of torture and that was the best he could come up with? This guy was supposed to be a genius when it came to breaking people, and yet here he was, ten years in, and still on the rack. It had to be disappointing, and he gave Alistair credit for creativity, but it wasn't near enough to break him.
"Dean, listen to me."
Shut it, you demonic son of a bitch, Dean thought back, though he couldn't voice it. He closed his eyes, like it would make the voice realize he wasn't going to give in, but the golden light in his mind just grew. Goddamn, he was persistent.
"Don't use the Lord's name in vain, Dean."
Oh, that was ironic, coming from a freaking demon.
"I'm not a demon. I'm an angel of the Lord. Open your eyes, Dean."
That was just hilarious. There was no such thing as angels, no matter what Mom said, and he was damn sure not opening his eyes for such a weak trick. Besides, what kind of angel would come down to Hell? And to see him, nonetheless. No, it was just frickin ridiculous.
"Dean, listen to me. I come offering forgiveness from my Father. I can take you back."
What a load of horse shit. Couldn't Alistair just quit now? The regular torture wasn't enough to break him, and this pitiful attempt wasn't going to do it either. No god would forgive him for the things he'd done. Besides, he sort of deserved where he was, after all his failures as a son and brother.
"I am not a demon, Dean. I am here to take you back with me, but you must want the forgiveness God offers."
Just shut your pie hole and leave me alone, he replied mentally, but the golden presence only grew stronger. It was a warmth that was unlike the heat in the pit, but it wasn't outside of Alistair's power to pull that kind of crap on him.
"Your father says you need to come with me, Dean. He needs you to get back out there, doing what you're meant to do. He needs you to fight for him."
Low freaking blow, using his father. Maybe Alistair did know what he was doing. After all, he was his father's lap dog, right? Whoever this was, Alistair or not, he knew how to dig at Dean. Unfortunately, his anger toward his father kept him sane around here, and the mention of him just strengthened his resolve. Whatever Alistair's angle was, he was staying firmly on the rack. There was no way he was going to trade receiving this pain for giving it. He wasn't a saint, not by a long shot, but he couldn't give this torment to someone else. He just couldn't. He'd hate himself forever.
"Just go away," he finally muttered, finally finding the voice usually lost between each session of anguish. His eyes remained firmly shut, but he felt the golden presence fade reluctantly away.
"I will return, Dean Winchester. Consider the Lord's forgiveness, and your father's words. You have a greater calling."
He snorted in derision as whatever it was left. If he had any calling, it was to rot here in Hell for eternity. God wasn't looking out for him, that was for damn sure.
