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This is the start, so this chapter is a tad shorter than what I would normally want for my chapters.
Disclaimer: I do not own SPNor the characters. Only this plot.
The hell hounds came at Dean, he backed away but the dogs were too fast, tackling him to the ground. Sam called out for his brother, but the hounds already clawed through the eldest's chest, drawing up blood and ripping flesh. Dean screamed out in pain, before he fell silent, and his eyes went from life filled to empty in only a meter of seconds.
"Sammy," he called, yet his voice was only a mere whisper, I'm sorry. He couldn't get another word from his throat, he couldn't draw in any more air. Dean Winchester, was dead.
Sam fell to his knees next to his brother, bringing his brothers head to his chest. Tears fell down his cheeks and sobs broke from his mouth, "I'm sorry Dean, I'm so sorry."
Dean woke, yet he couldn't move. I tried to break free from whatever holding him, but stop short when pain launched through his body. It felt like fire biting at his skin, like a knife being continuously jabbed into his burning flesh. He looked and saw hooks piercing his legs and shoulders. The chains attached to his shoulders and legs pulled at the hooks, tearing his skin apart, grinding his bones and making him bleed. He cried out, yet no one came. He was alone, completely alone.
Well, not completely alone.
He just can't be seen. The yellow eyes of the demon smirked down at him, watching as the eldest brother flinched and pulled away in pain. He laughed as the fire burned him to a crisp, blackening the usually tanned skin, and laughed at the burnt skin peeled away leaving the raw red muscle beneath.
Dean couldn't stop screaming, there was so much pain, so much hurt. All his nightmare came true in his mind, hurting just as much has his actual body. He saw him kill his brother, he saw his brother die over and over. Dean watched as Sammy was eaten by a monster, slayed by a demon, tortured by himself.
Dean would never torture anyone, never hurt his own brother. He would never but... Why is he here? In his mind?
Tears streamed down the Winchesters face, he was hurting so much. So much pain. Why can't he just be dead? Everyone would be so much happier if he was dead.
A man appeared- no, not man. A demon appeared before him, a sickening smile on his disgusting face. Could it even be called a face? No, it was hardly a face, and if it was, it looked as if sandpaper rubbed against it, piranhas ate at it, and then it was set aflame.
He'd probably look very similar very soon.
The demon smirked down at the Winchester, smiling a sickly sweet smile, "Hello. I'm honored to be your torturer. I mean, not everyone gets the opportunity to torture a Winchester. But, I'll give you a choice, you don't have to be tortured. Just torture someone else for me. I'm sure you'll be splendid at it!"
Dean set his jaw straight and looked over at the demon, giving m his best glare, "Rot in Hell," Dean managed through clenched teeth.
The demon shrugged, smirking, "I'm already here. And I won't be the one rotting," the demon jabbed a blade into Deans gut earning a moan of pain, "My names Azazel. And I will be your tormentor."
It it felt like years, and the torment would never stop. Every day, or not day. There was no time on hell, no period to sleep or rest. It was constant, small breaks between the torturings. No food, no water. No day, no night. It was... It was just there.
Whenever a break was over, Azazel would come back to Dean. He would make the same offer, "All this can stop if you decide to become my student. I will teach you to torture."
Each time, Dean would say no. Then after that, it would start yet again. Azazel would start will small cuts, like paper cuts. Only add lemon to the cuts, it would burn. Then he would get the flames and Dean would be on fire- that Was when it would really burn. Then came the knives, the whips, the cutting, carving. Deans insides would fall out. His heart would be ripped from his chest, yet he wouldn't die. No, he would still feel everything. His teeth would be ripped from his skill, the lips cut off, the skin peeled from his muscles, his muscles danced with flames. his bones snapped like twigs, and s whole body burned, ached, white hot flame pulsed through him. That's all he began to feel: pain. It overwhelmed him. He forgot how to love, care, smile, laugh. All he knew was pain, despair.
He was no longer broken: he was shattered. He shattered into a million pieces, unable to be put back together or mend. He couldn't take it any longer. It was... He couldn't. The pain, the agony. It filled his body, waiting to burst. One more push and he'll give in; he knows it, and hates himself for it.
"Dean!"
Deans eyes widened, and he looked over and saw... No, it couldn't be. But..."Sammy?" His voice was horse, and as he spoke blood spilled from his mouth.
"Dean, your alive," Dean smiled up, what was left of his heart had hope. Had his brother come for him? To save him? It... It, "How disappointing."
Deans eyes widened, the hope from his heart fleeing even faster then it came. That's no Sammy, no, it's a demon in disguise, dressed as his brother, "You bastard! Don't you dare imitate my brother! I'll rip your throats out!" Anger flared in Dean, it overtook the pain. Now Dean struggled against the ropes. How-how dare they? Not Sammy! if they dared touch Sammy he'll- they will pay.
"I'm no demon Dean. It's me, Sammy. and I just wanted to say, I hate you. I hated you since the day Jessica died. I didn't hunt with you for Dad, much less you. It was all revenge. I thought you could help. But you couldn't because you were weak-"
"Stop."
"-pathetic. You couldn't protect me-"
"Dammit! I said stop!"
"-much less anyone else. You didn't hunt to help people. You hunted for you. Because you like killing. I saw it in your eyes. You enjoy the blood, the screams. Your a monster-"
"Please... Stop"
"-and I hate you as much as everyone else. Why do you think I left? Because of you, and dad. I couldn't stand you, Dean. I never could. And now that your in hell, I'm happier. Back at school, have a new girlfriend. Your already out of my mind. I don't care that you dead. I just wish you would have died sooner."
"No. It isn't true! It can't be. Sammy... Sammy would never say that to me! We're family!" Tears streamed down Deans face. It must be a lie. Sam is his brother- they're family. They will never want each other to die. They love each other, care for each other.
But... But... Family means nothing if your heart isn't there. And Sam's heart isn't in hunting. His heart lies in revenge for Jessica. It can't be true though. Still, they are brothers. But...
DAMMIT!
Dean couldn't stop the tears, or the sobs. It can't be true... It can't be.
"But it is Dean. It's all true."
No, but... This is Sam. No, not Sam. A demon. How could he be so sure though? Through everything, what's real and what's not? What's Sam and what isn't? He can't know, doesn't know. He just wants his little brother back. That's all Dean wants, for Sam to look up to him again. Smile at him, hug him. Treat him like a brother he cares about. Is that really too much to ask for? For Sam to be here with him, care for him, smile at him or laugh at his horrible puns: to be a family again?
"That can become a reality, Dean. Just come with me, let me show you a few tricks. Say yes to me, Dean," Sam reached his hand out, waiting for Dean to grab it, "I miss you. Let's be a family again, Dean. Take my hand."
Dean couldn't resist that offer. He had too, he wanted his little brother back. The restraints on him vanishing. He took his brother hand, the pain almost immediately disappearing. This was the right choice, he decided, everything can only get better now. Sam smiled, "I'm so glad you chose me, Dean."
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