Title: the reign of a thousand years
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: parts could be taken as Judeo-Christian blasphemy
Pairings: implied Alistair/Dean
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 235
Point of view: third
Prompt: Dean +/ Alastair, I sat around laughing and watched the last one die
Dean doesn't really remember much about the soul he was tormenting when Castiel swooped in to save the day a thousand years too late.
(And it was a thousand years. Alistair savored every last moment, and he is Hell's timekeeper. Let Joshua talk about the symbolism of three days all he wants... Alistair knows he had that self-righteous martyr on his rack for five million decades, and he knows because he counted them all.
So, when Alistair says he had Dean for four thousand years, he did. And when Dean tearfully confesses to Sammy that it was four months, he doesn't know he's lying.)
Anyway. Dean doesn't remember much about the last soul. There was screaming and crying and begging and bleeding, but that's simply par for the course. Towards the end there, Dean inspired just as much terror as Alistair, and they were both so proud of that.
But that last soul... if only Castiel had been a few hours later, Dean would've been completely lost. Completely Alistair's. Body and mind and soul, every bit of him. Alistair's to break down and build back up, crazy-glued together wrong.
Michael wouldn't have wanted to touch him, then. Both Heaven and Hell would've backed the fuck off and left Dean with Alistair, in his workroom, forever.
But Dean was pulled away, gripped tight and raised from Perdition, and Dean doesn't know that last soul's name.