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WARNING- GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF THE AFTERMATH OF TORTURE
AND FRIGHTENING SCENES
Chapter 14
John didn't want to go along with the plan. Let some creature take his son into HELL to rescue his other son who was trapped in Hell surrounded by demons? Hell no. Bobby wasn't happy with the plan either. Who would be? The answer to that question would be Dean. And the freaky monster standing in the doorway. But John had to go along with the plan. It was Sam's only chance. Gabriel was hopeful that Heaven would send a garrison down once the fight began, even if it meant losing his cover.
So, with two hours of arguing, and an hour of collecting people and weapons, the angel zapped them to Samuel Colt's cowboy cemetery. The air was cold here, their breath fogged out around their mouths. Gabriel had brought Pastor Jim, Rufus, Caleb, and Ellen along with the Winchesters and Bobby. They stood in a loose half circle around the Devil's Gate and with a trembling hand, John picked up the Colt.
"Alright. As soon as we are gone, open it. Time works differently down in the pit." Gabriel commanded, a long silver three bladed sword dropped into his hand. With a glance at Dean, he handed over a smaller version of his weapon. Gabriel spread his grand wings and reached out, pulling Dean over. He guided Dean's left hand to grasp one of Gabriel's wings. Dean gripped the thick muscled, invisible appendage, and felt a harsh tug. He could feel the wings flapping around him, brushing him softly. He clung to the angel's body, and gasped as suddenly they were plunging down. Down. Down. The air was wet at first, like that of a cavern. Dean screamed, his eyes wide, this was like the worse plane ride ever. Then it got worse, the air grew hot and sticky. The stench was horrendous, it was decay, trash, sulfur, death, burning, and sickness. Dean swallowed around the urge to be sick and peered down. He wished he hasn't. Hundreds upon hundreds of beings were below them. Humans screamed for help, demons howled and taunted, and then like a disturbed beehive, the demons began to come after the blazing Archangel. The beautiful angel's whole body shone bright, casting glorious shadows of his wings upon everything in his path. Dean himself, though he didn't know it, was shining as bright as the angel, his Righteous soul glowing in the gloom of Hell. Then the demons were surrounding them. Dean wasn't sure what he was seeing. The demons were mutilated human-like bodies, several jeered out insults. Dean pushed as far off the angel as he could and swung his blade, slashing through the smoke and bodies. When one went down, it seemed like five more took it's place. Claws raked down his arm, shedding the flesh from his bones, something boiling hot and wet hit him, bright gold blood sprayed from Gabriel's bloodied wing.
Hellfire lapped at them as they passed another torture "room", a yellow cloud almost suffocated him. Above them, far, far off, Dean could hear the creaking of giant hinges. Demons cheered and several retreated in favor for escaping Hell. Dean watched souls, and different monsters claw up the walls of Hell, rushing towards the promise of escape. Several demons stayed around the Archangel and Righteous Man, fighting and generally being a nuisance. Then out of no where, a demon unlike any he had seen before side swiped Gabriel. Gabriel rolled, Dean squeezing himself tight to the angel, who was flying even faster. The demon who was chasing them was serpentine, but his feathered, pale yellow wings told a different story. This was no ordinary demon. The yellow eyes locked onto them had Dean shuddering. This was the thing that killed Mary Winchester. At least… that's what Dean thought before another demon appeared with the same yellow wings, just a tad bit darker, and a different face. A third appeared and was gaining on them quickly, this ones hands were sticky and red with fresh blood. This one grinned with the same grin as that demon from the video footage. Azazel. They were gaining on them fast. Scores of demons flew below them. They were horribly outnumbered. Dean felt fear squeeze his chest. They wouldn't make it.
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John was blasted off his feet when the door blew open, black smoke filled the morning sky. The air became hot and cold at different intervals as spirits passed and Hell smoke escaped the gaping mouth of Hell. The cries from the pit were deafening and suddenly, everyone was around him were swinging their weapons. More spirits came spilling out, gnarled hands grabbing at the grass. A storm brewed above them.
/SW/
Sam couldn't scream. His throat was shredded and dry. His tongue was gone. His jaw hung open and very much broken. The rest of his body wasn't in much better shape. The demons were sick and loved to see what they could take apart. Sam's body shuddered as Alistair and Azazel took turns stabbing between his ribs with a tiny pen knife. His skin outlined each of his ribs. He shut his eyes, crying out in his head for help. He felt rough hands rubbing something wet onto his wounds. Demon blood. His arms were dotted with trails from needles. The demons didn't want his cooperation anymore. They wanted him to break, so they gave him dose after dose of drugs and demon blood… get him dependent on them. Sam shuddered and whined, his crown of thorns had sunk under his skin and was now growing in black veins down his neck and around his eyes, the skin raised and sensitive. Sam's eyes rolled as the demons whipped and beat him. Sam blinked as shadows filled his vision, and suddenly there was a blinding light. It filled every corner of the room and had the demons hissing.
"Angels." Alistair sneered. The two glanced at Sam before Azazel called out for Meg and Ruby. The girls walked in as if they had been waiting to be called. With a simple command of, "watch him" the two higher up demons ran from the still blinding room.
Azazel and Alistair had only been gone for a moment before the girls began to move towards him, expecting pain, Sam squeezed his eyes shut. The pain did come, but not in the way he expected. The thick corded chains that encircled his wrists, ankles and throat were removed. Pain shot through his dislocated limbs and his nerves came back to life, sending pulses of white hot pain to his brain. He gave a gasping wail as he was lowered to the ground gently. He leaned heavily against warm skin, fever shaking him.
"Shhhhh... My King. You must get up." Ruby's voice was soft in his ear, his eyes opened, roving around. Ruby and Meg sat before him, their hands on… on… Sam let out another cry. Their hands were everywhere. One set was holding his agonized purple/black shoulders and the other set was holding up his head, his broken jaw slack against her small hands.
"This is bad… we can't move him like this." Ruby groaned.
"He needs to catch up with that angel. Alistair will destroy him." Meg whispered. Sam groaned, he wanted to know what was going on but he didn't have the strength to try finding out.
Ruby felt his forehead and frowned, "Sam. We need you to get up. Or at least work with us."
Sam sluggishly nodded and the two girls pulled him up. Tears leaked from his eyes as his body ached. Slowly, one step at a time, the girls led their king from the torture chamber.