Chapter 2 – Long Live The Queen

Barry and Dean stand, hiding among some Hell Trees and looking out over the vast warehouse. They've been up on this hill for hours now, waiting for a change in guards to slip inside. The Hell Trees stare at Dean as he speaks. "So, our target is in that Amazon Fulfillment Center," he says to Barry. "I'll need your help finding her."

Barry looks up at Dean, confused. "Okay," he says. "But, why is there an Amazon warehouse in Hell? I didn't know they delivered down here."

"They don't deliver down here," Dean explains. "That Amazon Fulfillment Center is where all rich people go when they die. They're told that when every item in there is packed and 'shipped', they'll get to go to Heaven. Of course, the warehouse is endless and even eternity wouldn't be enough time to finish the job."

Barry looks back at the warehouse. "Huh, neat," he says before looking back at Dean. "So, we're killing some rich lady? How does that even work if she's dead?"

Dean shrugs. "Don't really know how double killing works," he says. "All I know is that it gets rid of her soul. And considering who we're dealing with, that's exactly what we're after."

"And just who are we dealing with?" Barry asks.

"A powerful witch," Dean says grimly. "Queen Elsa of Arendelle. Recently committed suicide for an unknown reason. With her powers she could easily conquer Hell and invade Earth with an army of demons."

"And what's stopping the Devil from doing that?" Barry asks.

"The Devil isn't a complete dick," Dean explains. "He may be a sadistic shithead, but he greatly values deals and oaths. Despite what some people may think, he is always true to his word. And as for the torturing, this is Hell. The only people down here are those that deserve it."

Barry scoffs. "That's a load of bullshit. I've never done anything wrong."

Dean raises an eyebrow. "Oh? You're sure you didn't do anything to wind up here?"

"I guess, if you ignored all of the context, you might be able to interpret me killing my true love's boyfriend as maybe being somewhat wrong," Barry says. "Which is why Shrek killed me. By lighting me on fire. And then walking off with some imposter who has Shrek completely convinced that he is actually Shrek's dead boyfriend. Who I know I killed even if I lost my memories of actually doing it."

"Wait, what do you mean you lost your memories?" Dean asked in confusion.

"When I was burning up on the way into Hell, some of my memories must have burned away," Barry explains to Dean, who he thought would already know this. "I still remember what I did, but I don't remember actually doing it. Almost like I read it from a book."

"You're not supposed to burn up on the way to Hell," Dean says, now worried. "That only happens if you've been forcefully dragged here. I'm assuming you didn't have a trial then?"

Barry is shocked by this. "Wait, I was supposed to have a trial?" he asks. "So I don't belong here!"

Dean sighs. "No, you probably still do," he says. "But, if you didn't have a trial, then the Devil might actually let you go. No one should get tortured for all of time without at least getting a trial. However, I'm curious what dragged you to Hell. That's usually the result of a dark ritual."

Barry punches a nearby Hell Tree. "Fuck! It must have been that fake Donkey!" Barry says. "He must've sold my soul to become Donkey and steal Shrek from me! That means I did succeed in killing the real Donkey and he must be down here somewhere!"

Dean looks at Barry. "I'm not sure what a donkey has to do with this, but if you weren't a willing participant in the ritual, you will definitely be let out of here." Dean suddenly becomes serious. "Now, we need to focus on the mission. I think our opportunity is coming up soon."

Barry jumps. He completely forgot about Elsa. He turns his attention back down to the Amazon Fulfillment Center just in time to see the two demon guards heading inside. As soon as their backs are to the hill, Dean leaps to his feet and sprints toward the building. Barry quickly gets up and follows as fast as he can. Dean slips through the gate and quickly starts running alongside the building, looking for a side entrance. Going through the main doors would be suicide.

A few seconds later, Barry makes it through the gate as well. Just as he makes it to the wall, he hears the main doors swinging open. He quickly presses himself against the building as two new guards walk out for their shift. Once they're done passing by him on his right, Barry stops pressing against the wall and continues following after Dean as silently as possible.

Barry soon catches up to where Dean has stopped. He found a small side door. It seems to have once been a fire exit, but has since been made into a regular door. Likely because the building is infinite and a fire exit wouldn't be much use to someone inside.

"That was a close call, Barry," Dean says.

"Yeah, it was," Barry says. "Now let's go inside before they hear us talking and turn around."

Dean shrugs and then opens the door. The two of them step into the darkness of the warehouse and close the door behind them.

Before them lays an endless aisle, bordered by empty shelves that stretch past the horizon. They walk in silence down the infinite aisle, the only sounds being their feet slapping against the hard concrete floor and the dim buzzing of the fluorescent lights hanging above them. The warehouse seems abandoned.

Barry looks up at Dean. "Where is everyone?" he asks.

"This part of the warehouse should be abandoned," Dean says, still looking ahead. "I told you, the warehouse is infinite. As one part runs out of stock, the workers are forced to move deeper in. I suspect that we'll find a second layer of security around their current work area."

They continue walking for some time, until finally they hear voices in the distance, echoing through the warehouse. Dean slows down and motions for Barry to do so as well. He reaches down to his waist and a long, silver pistol out of its concealed holster.

Barry looks at Dean's gun. "Yeah, I don't have one of those," he says. "Why did you want my help, actually? I'm probably just going to slow you down."

"For this," Dean says, right before kneeing Barry in the chest. While he's stunned, Dean then grabs Barry by the throat and swings him around in front of him. He presses the end of his gun into the back of Barry's head.

"Dean, you fucking bastard," Barry growls. "I should've known not to trust someone in Hell."

"Oh, yes, you really should have," Dean says as he shoves Barry forward. "Now let's move it, sinner. I have a bitch to double kill and I plan to trade you for her."

Dean presses his gun into Barry's head even harder. Barry starts walking forward with Dean following close behind, gun still pressed against him. They continue like this for some time, until the shelves around them are no longer empty. Suddenly, a duck-man runs up next to them and pulls a box off of the shelf before running back to wherever he came from.

"Holy shit, was that Scrooge McDuck?" Barry asks.

"You can ask him yourself, bee," Dean says. "Once you're working here in Elsa's place, that is. Now, I just need to find a demon to handle the tradeoff."

Dean grins as an armored demon then walks out of the next aisle over.

"You're not supposed to be here, mortal," it says in a wicked voice, with an evil grin. "Unless you want to join our workforce."

"I'm here to make a deal, creature," Dean says, shoving Barry forward. "A soul for a soul."

The demon laughs. "You would deny justice to one of these men?"

"It's not any of the men I'm after," Dean says. "I want Queen Elsa."

The demon laughs again. "You drive a hard bargain, human. However, I accept. Bring me one soul and the former queen shall be yours." It grabs Barry by the shoulders and begins to walk off with him as Barry struggles to get free.

Dean scowls. "I already gave you the soul. Now, give me Elsa, creature."

The demon stops walking and turns around. It gasps and looks hurt by Dean's words. "You gave me this soul before we came to an agreement. I thought it was a gift."

"I didn't give you anything. I was presenting what I had to offer," Deans says, feeling himself grow angry. "If you refuse to honor the agreement, then I'm taking the bee back and finding another guard. One that doesn't try to cheat me."

"Trying to back out of a deal and trying to take back a gift," the demon says with a grin. "How shameful, Dean Winchester. What would your brother say?"

Dean froze as the demon laughs. "How do you know my name?"

"What? You really thought the Dean Winchester could just enter Hell and do whatever he wants?" The demon is laughing hysterically now. "Welcome to your new prison, Mr. Winchester!"

Two large demons walk up behind Dean. Shit. He grips his pistol tightly and points it directly at the armored demon's head and fires. The bullet hits it in the eye and it stops laughing. It looks directly at Dean with a blank, emotionless face, blood pouring out of its left eye.

"You're going to regret that, Dean," it says in a calm voice. "You're going to fucking regret that."

The armored demon leads Barry off into the warehouse as its two goons grab Dean. He struggles and manages to pull his right arm free, which he then uses to point the gun he is holding with it straight at one of the demons. He's about to pull the trigger and put a bullet through its heart when the demon grabs his arm and breaks it like a twig, making him drop the gun. It then picks up the silver gun off of the floor and crushes it with its bare hands. Dean is stunned, and not just because his arm is now mangled beyond recognition. He thought demons were weak to silver.

The large demon then looks Dean in the eyes and grins. "Silver is for werewolves, dicknips."

The other demon then spins Dean around to face it and punches him face. Blood is running down Dean's face from his now broken nose as the demon punches him again. And again. And again. It doesn't stop even as everything begins to go dark.

The demon hits him one last time and everything goes black as Dean lose consciousness.