Ok, so it's been a while. And I'm not even continuing from Dean's point of view, but it is nicely plot driving, and introduces two more characters. I hope you enjoy :)
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Chapter 2: Coming Forth
When people tell you that hell is torture, it's an understatement.
Hell is all your worst fears looking you in the face, smiling at you because they know just how frightened you really are. It's looking into the face of the people you love the most while they literally tear you apart. It is huddling so far down in your own soul to hide, because if you don't, the people you trapped in this God forsaken hole with you will take their sweet time figuring out just the right way to break you. You hide so far down that you can't even feel them eating away at the far reaches of your soul.
I sat down there and cowered for so long, there wasn't much left of me.
So long, that I started to give up. I closed my eyes and sunk back into myself. Sifting through the memories of my life. My brother, his voice waking me up to obnoxious classic rock tunes. The Impala, rumbling as we drove down the road, laughing, because Dean had once again gotten frustrated with trying to explain things to Castiel... Whose brothers were slowly making me their personal whipping boy.
My eyes flew open.
But I wasn't in that dark hole, fighting not to scream and worse.
I was looking up into a cloudless sky: speckled with bright burning stars, blocked by familiar honey colored eyes...
"Hey there Sasquatch, miss me?"
To be honest, I'd have missed Crowley if he'd been the one to pull me up. So looking into the eyes of an Archangel, I smiled.
"You don't know the half of it Gabe."