Disclaimer- i do not own supernatural

WARNING- GRAPHIC TORTURE SCENES, GRAPHIC INJURIES

AUTHORS NOTE- So I can either wrap this story up in the next 5-10 chapters or I can extend it longer. If it extends for longer it will take another dark turn. What do you think?

Chapter 13

Sam was leaving. Lilith planned to "Take him" that night and other demons called for them to procreate. Sam wasn't sure that was possible but he was taking no chances. This was his last chance, if she got him, he would be under her control. His heart pounded as he walked as normal as he could, through Hell. He was IN Hell.

Demons walked past him, several bowing to him. He didn't bow back… the one time he did caused the barbaric crown to dig into his scalp. It was glued to his head by blood and his hair was caked in blood. He wasn't sure but he had a suspicion that the crown was growing into his skull. Dean could fix this, Sam told himself again. He forced his hands to stay at his side, not to itch at the pain in his head. Sam hurried through corridor after corridor until he hit a "wall". It went up and up and up. It looked to be made of tree branches, woven together. Sam reached out and ran his hand over the tree, the bark was razor sharp but Sam grasped it and dragged himself up. Sam had no shoes… why didn't demons ever give him shoes? So Sam had to use his feet, the delicate skin of his palms and feet being sliced into. Sam pulled himself up, his body protesting, he grit his teeth and screwed his eyes into a defiant glare before doing so again. Blood dribbled like a hot red water fall, and Sam tried not to cry out as he scaled Hell's walls. Sam continues climbing with increasing difficulty, his hands and feet slippery with his blood… with his demon blood. Dean could fix this, he told himself again. Sam set his teeth into his lips and pulled himself ever higher. He refused to give up now… about fifteen feet off the ground, the branches began to change, becoming metallic, weaving together till chains erupted from the branches. Sam could hear screaming more than ever. He could smell fire, burning skin and other stomach churning things.

He slipped through a "layer" of Hell, yellow fog drifted around him. Chunks of brimstone grew from sections of the walls. Sulfur drifted into his hair, his lungs screamed. Sam became drowsy, he didn't know if it was from the smell or blood loss but things weren't going well now. The next thing he noticed were the souls. Humans, chained suspended in the air. The crown on his head seemed to give a throb and he flinched from the pain. Sam dragged himself up higher, noticing the chains becoming scalding hot and changing to razor wire. Sam held tighter, his hands being cauterized and his muscles bulging under the strain. Above him, was what looked like a sealed door… a way out of Hell? His hands were holding tightly to the razor wire when something yanked him with surprising strength backwards.

"Where do you think you are going, little king?" the demon holding his shoulders sunk in razor sharp cat-like claws. Sam struggled but he was no match for the white eyed demon holding him. Alistair sneered a dark grin and let go.

Sam fell faster than he thought possible, he screamed, but it was useless, billions of other souls shouting out with him. Sam shut his eyes, ready to die but before impact, something snatched him up, dislocating his right shoulder and probably tearing ligaments.

"Now now, Sammy… what were you doing out?" Azazel cooed. "Punishment is in order I think." He made a tsk tsk sound, and sounded disappointed when he said, "And now my poor little Boy King lost some fingers. Oh dear."

Sam's stomach flipped and he opened his eyes, sure enough the pinky on his right hand was completely gone and both hands were flayed, the skin was gone and the gory innards of his hand exposed, he knew his feet wouldn't be much better off. His left hand lost the first knuckle of his pointer finger and middle finger, bone sticking out like a Halloween decoration. Sam of course passed out, demonic laughter making his ears throb.

/SW/

Sam was howling. Blood trickled down his throat as Alistair dug the blunt serrated blade down the center of his chest. More blood welled up and trickled down his stomach, coating his naked body. Bone shown from his sternum as Alistair sliced deeper.

"What a beautiful king you will be." Alistair cooed, his sharp tongue dragging over exposed bone and muscle. Alistair grabbed up the bottle of demon blood from a nearby table and sprayed some in to Sam's wound. The sting had Sam bucking against the bed of nails and razor blades the tips digging deeper into him. But no, they wouldn't kill him, they were too short, only about the side of a thumbtack and pencil sharpener. "We can't have you dying. Just teaching you a lesson."

And just like that, Sam's cut was healed, but with major scarring. Sam closed his eyes, tears dripping down his cheeks. He flinched as a hand dragged the tears off his face. "A king needs to be tough. A king needs to be immovable. We must keep going till you break. No more tears."

Sam felt something cold trailing up his whole body, he bit his tongue in an effort to not cry out when the trail it made began to burn. It was so hot his body imagined it was cold.

"Dean!" Sam screamed, biting through his tongue as the crown upon his head sliced into his skull.

/SW/

Dean awoke with a start. His eyes roving around Bobby's spare room. Something had awoken him. It was still early, the sun not even peaking over the horizon. Then he saw it. A figure was lounging on the bed that was reserved for Caleb or Sam. The figure turned to look at him, the man's eyes were gently glowing without light. Dean sat up, pulling the gun from under his pillow and flicking the lamp between them, on. The being who met it eyes was, to put it mildly, beautiful. Gold, hazel eyes, framed by golden/brown, curly locks of hair. The beings lips were a bright green, a green lollipop being twirled between long elegant fingers. A sky blue shirt hugged the torso of the being, bare feet poked out from slightly too long denim jeans.

"Who are you?" Dean demanded, his voice loud.

"I'm Gabriel." The being replied, licking the lollipop.

"Are you a demon?" Dean asked outright. The house was littered with salt, Devils traps and other defenses against demons.

"Ha! Heck no!" Gabriel scoffed, he sat up and Dean flicked the safety off his gun. Then Dean noticed the shadow behind Gabriel. Wings. Giant wings, six of them.

"Gabriel… as in the Archangel?" Dean's brain came up with.

"The one and only. Part time angel, part time Loki." Gabriel said. Dean's tired brain refused to stop staring at the wings.

"Why are you here?" Dean demanded.

"Your baby brother." Gabriel replied, tipping his head downward.

"Sammy?" Dean's heart sped up. Dean looked down at the floor, where Gabriel had pointed. "Down?"

"Hell." Gabriel's voice deepened. Dean dropped his gun and sat heavily on his bed, cold squeezing his heart. "Your baby brother has a destiny. But things went very wrong. Sam is in Hell. Sam has been crowned king and earth is running out of time. I like humans and fuzzy critters that Dad made but, it won't be around for long if they break Sam."

"What do I do?" Dean's eyes lit up with fire.

Gabriel grinned, eerily. "We are going to help little brother get out of Hell. Tell me… ever ride an angel?"

Gabriel chuckled and wagged his eyebrows before standing, stretching out his arms and wings.

"Alone?" Dean asked, he was ready now but… his father would be furious.

"Yup." He made a popping noise on the "p". "I can only carry one mortal through with me, and fight."

"Then how are we getting Sam out then?" Dean gasped.

"You and Sam will climb out of Hell, I'll be fighting off the Demons. Your daddy will be opening a Hell Gate." Gabriel pulled a gun from his behind his back. "This is The Colt. It can kill anything. But it's also the Key to a Hell Gate in Wyoming. Your father will need to open it as soon as he gets to Wyoming. I'll give him the coordinates."

"Well… what are we waiting for? Let's go!" Dean shouted, waking those in the house.