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Dean saw the dark hideous beings come closer to him as he was lowered by the hooks in his flesh. They pulled the meat hooks out slowly increasing the pain. Then they grabbed him in a vise like grip and dragged him away. Dean was just relieved to be away from the hooks, though he tried to pull away from the hands holding him. One turned to him, his forked tongue came out and licked at Dean's face.

"Emmm, good, tasty Winchester. He took a bite out of Dean's arm he held. Dean screamed as they dragged him through the molding lava that reminded him of oatmeal that flowed around their feet. He could see the bright red color and the hissing as it touched bodies that he saw trying to climb the slick walls. Screams, pleading and laughter rang off the stone walls.

They dragged him through another room, full of people. These people from what Dean could see were mistreating others. One man was stabbing another one, over and over as the man on the floor tried to drag himself away. Another was shooting two others, and laughing. A woman was standing, her clothes flaming, as she tried to entice men to her. There were several demons poking with fiery blades at a couple of men and women who were trying to ignore everyone else, and not doing what the others were. One woman had a terrible burn on the side of her face, with parts of it missing. He watched a man whose burned skin flake off, before it grew back, and it started all over again with the burns. Dean tried to ignore it, though he was curious somewhat.

Into another room, and it was full of pits that held people. Some filled with fire, others acid. People fought to get out, trying to climb on others, and were pulled back. Some were pulling other's legs and arms off, chewing on them. Demons stood around, sticking spiked javelins in the souls who tried to escape. Others beat the beings with whips of barbed wire, nails and other metals. He saw men and women hurting others, doing things he hadn't thought of. All the sins were being done before his eyes. The demon on his right looked over at Dean and spoke, his voice raspy. "Most do what they did in life..over and over again. Other's have it done to them with no end."

"Winchester," said the other Demon, smacking his lips. "Lilith has special plans for you. Maybe then we can have some fun. At least I can."Dean shuddered at the implied threat, he wouldn't go down without a fight.

Dean was dragged through more rooms, each worse than the last one. His mind having problems with what he saw, heard and smelled. Until they came to another room. Inside was a large bed made of stone. Scantily clad women lay about on it. They motioned to Dean to join them. Out of a dark corner stepped Lilith, who moved in front of him, and smiled. "Welcome to hell Dean."

"I can't say it's a pleasure, bitch."

"Not meant to be. But you will learn to obey me or else. You have no power down here. Unless I give it to you as a reward."

"Go to hell."

"Not very original, considering the situation now is it?"

"If you hurt Sam…"

Lilith waved a hand and Dean found himself chained to the stone bed. Lilith stood over to one side of it. "What will you do? Girls? Show Dean here, his first lesson."

The girls moved over to Dean. Their hands on him, their lips. Lilith stood back, and smiled. Moments later Dean was screaming, as one of the girls, bit off what he couldn't replace. The agony rolled over Dean in waves as he tried to pull away. "It was important to you in life, knowing it was wrong…but you still did it. So you get our version, now."

Dean's eyes rolled in his head as he buckled against the chains. "I'm going to kill you all! You especially, Lilith." He spoke between clinched teeth, as he felt himself repair.

Sam sat at Bobby's wooden kitchen table, ignoring the plate of food in front of him. The coffee was cold, and he just sat there listening to the tick of the clock on the wall. Bobby sat there across from him, concerned. "Boy, you've got to eat something. Keep up your strength."

"Not hungry." He turned to Bobby, his eyes hard. "Why are we still sitting here?"

"Sam, we are waiting for help to arrive. We can't do this alone."

"Dean doesn't have time. Let's go to where Dad escaped and use that to get in."

Bobby remembered that all too well, but had hoped Sam wouldn't think of it. The danger of opening that up, releasing even more demons , when they couldn't destroy the others yet was a bad idea. He took a sip of his hot coffee. He was tired, even with the few hours of sleep he had managed. When he had returned to his home, he had drugged Sam to make him sleep. So he could get some sleep too, without worrying about Sam running off.

"You know Sam, we might not be able to get back out of hell, or survive."

"I don't care, Bobby. If you want out I understand. But I must help Dean."

"I'm with you, I've always been there for you when you needed me. I'm not going to change that now."

Sam nodded, and stood up and stretched his long body. "Thanks Bobby, in many ways you were more a father than our dad to us."

"That's the reason I threatened John with the shotgun so long ago. He came by here, it was Christmas eve, and he was hunting. I asked about you boys. He told me he had left the two of you in a hotel somewhere, two weeks before. Seems he hadn't even left you enough food or money. He said Dean would take care of both of you. It Christmas and he wasn't with you, didn't even have you any presents or a good meal. I was ready to shoot him. He wouldn't tell me where you were, or I would have gone and got you. Brought you home to celebrate.

Sam just shook his head, remembering."Dean stole food for us, and presents for me. Dean was always there for me. I have the best brother. Did then too."

"You do, Sam." He checked his watch, and got up taking Sam's plate and putting it in the sink running some water in it. "It's almost time for our guest to arrive. Just then the knock on the door sounded. Bobby glanced at Sam before making his way to the front room, and opening the door. Sam just sat in the chair…lost in old memories.