"See the souls over whom anger prevailed. In the warm bath of the sun, they were hateful, down here in the black sludge of the river Styx do they wish they had never been born." – Virgil
Dean and Tessa came across a river. Looking around, he half expected to see a bridge to help them cross it, but when he didn't see none, he looked over to Tessa waiting for her to say something. She didn't say anything and simply kept walking along the riverbank.
Leading Dean to a balcony that overlooked the river, Tessa stopped and waited. Dean was standing next to her, already worried with what was about to happen. Just by looking around, he knew what circle he was in and he wasn't looking forward to it.
Out of nowhere, a man appeared. Tessa introduced him as Menoitios, the God of Anger. The man nodded and suddenly Dean felt a burn on his right arm. Looking down, he saw the Mark of Cain exactly where it had been not that long ago. Dean was already cursing the witch for sending him there.
Menoitios snapped his fingers and several people appeared. Looking at them, he saw they were all people that, at one point or another, had angered him, either be a demon or an actual person. Taking a deep breath, he steeled himself for what was coming.
One by one, they approached Dean and started going over all the things they had done to angry him in the past, trying their best to do it again. Dean stood strong, clenching the First Blade he didn't even realized he was holding until then.
He was keeping a level head, not letting his anger get the best of him, no matter how hard it sometimes was. But when a very familiar face walked up to him, with a grin on their face, Dean knew that it was going to be a lot harder this time and with this person.
Eldon Styne. The one man he never wanted to see ever again. Styne had a smug grin on his face and Dean wanted nothing more than to beat it out of it. Still, he knew he had to keep calm and not give in to his basic instinct to kick his ass.
Taking a deep breath, he heard Styne go on and on about all the people he killed and how he killed them. Even though Dean wanted nothing more than to kill him again, he kept calm. That is until Styne started telling him what he had done to Charlie.
Dean had been keeping his head lowered to the ground and his eyes closed, his breathing even, but when he heard Charlie's name coming out of Styne's mouth, he lifted his head so fast he was sure he was getting whiplashed from the movement.
As Styne went on and on about all the things he did to Charlie, Dean was having a hard time keeping his calm. His hand gripped the hilt of the First Blade hard, his knuckles as white as a sheet of paper, and his breath quickening. How he wished he could kill him again.
Dean looked over at Tessa, her expression unreadable. He knew he had to focus; he couldn't allow Styne to get to him otherwise it would all be lost. Taking a deep breath yet again, he focused on what he was there for, what that was all for.
After what felt like hours, but was really just a few minutes, Styne disappeared as well as everyone else. Dean was stunned for a moment, but realized it was over. The First Blade was gone from his hand and so was the Mark.
Dean walked back to Tessa's side, waiting for Menoitios to tell him if he had passed his challenge. For the first time since this whole thing started, he wasn't so sure he had passed. He wanted so badly to take Styne out, his anger, he was sure, radiated off his body in waves. Would Menoitios consider that as him failing or his thoughts didn't count for the challenges, only his actions did?
Menoitios looked straight at Dean, congratulating him on passing his challenge by showing patience. Dean let go of a breath he didn't know he was holding, filled with relief that he hadn't screwed up. Menoitios grants him passage to the next circle before bowing his head and disappearing.
Dean took a few deep breaths, leaning forward, his hands on his knees and his head down. He could still hear Styne's voice describing how he killed Charlie, his anger still bubbling inside his chest and this overwhelming need to punch or shoot something. Dean felt Tessa's hand on his back, tracing circles in a clear attempt to calm him. He lifted his head to look at her and saw a sweet smile on her lips. She was grounding him without him even realizing it.
After he calmed down, Dean stood up straight and followed Tessa down the same road they had been on. Looking back to the last place he had seen Styne, Dean shook his head trying to clear his mind. Styne was the last person he thought he would find there and the last person he wanted to see. Hopefully, that would be the last time he would ever see or even think about Styne again. Hopefully.