Hell is under new management, and changes are being made. Less dangerous inmates are getting a second chance. Because really, Hell is supposed to be for badasses; locking up wannbes and the misguided waters down the intent.
All you have to do, they tell him, is sign here...
Strung up like he is, Dean can only hold a pen between his teeth. One downstroke, right to left. Another, left to right. X marks the spot.
The restraints crumble. The demon smiles, shakes his hand. "By the way, the boss wants to see you."
Sighing, Dean goes in search of Sammy.
