Little thing I found in my folder that I decided to finish. :)
I got into Supernatural recently, actually, and I just love how angsty it is. Poor Dean, though. D:
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The last thing Dean remembers of life before his insides are violently mauled apart by a Hellhound is Lilith, in Ruby's body, surveying him as he's pinned down upon the table like the proverbial bug under a microscope, with a hungry, deranged and completely inhumanly vacant expression (that sends his Creep-o Meter into busted overload) upon the monster's face.
Dean's little brother Sam is trapped against the wall by Lilith's power, struggling and desperately yelling out, a pleading, even begging tone in his voice ("STOP IT, NO!") that tears at Dean just as much as the brute's teeth do. He wants to tell Sammy to close his eyes, to look away as he is dragged off the table by his legs, and rabid claws and teeth dig into his skin with a ravenous ferocity, but he physically can't, too busy crying out in pain. The very last thing he remembers in his human body is the pain; in retrospect, compared to what's going to happen next, the feeling of his insides being ripped to shreds and the stickiness of the gushing blood is nothing, really, but he screams out anyway.
Sam's last, desperate, "NO!" is what follows him into the darkness.
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Then, there is nothing but the Falling, dropping like a stone through a vertical tunnel of black nothing, with him thrashing and flailing through the air and trying desperately to reach out for something, anything to latch onto other than the blinding black nothingness surrounding him. The Falling seems to go on for forever.
He'd later wish it had.
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When he wakes up next, there are hooks through his arms, legs and shoulders, the points piercing their way through the muscles and nerves, and he is strung up high in the air over an abyss. Hoarse screams of pain and the stench of roasting flesh surround him, and he is covered in soot, while blood is welling in his mouth and the air seems to burn his skin. He yells out for Sam, because that's all he can think to do. He yells for his brother until his throat is swollen and sore.
A cloud of black smoke materialises beside him as soon as he goes silent, and then morphs into the figure of a man with evil, coal black eyes.
"Well Dean, shall we begin?"
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Forty years later, Dean stops in his work, but the soul on the rack in front of him keeps screaming. Suddenly, a piercing pain burns through his left shoulder, and the next thing he knows, everything is dark again, and he wakes up in a box under the ground.