Title: new ways to scream
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: Alistair's pov; spoilers for season 5
Pairings: implied Alistair/Dean
Rating: PG13
Wordcount: 315
Point of view: third
Prompt: Dean/Alistair, hurt is comfort
When demons die, they don't go to Hell. Hell is for humans and fallen angels, and Alistair had studied, once upon a time. Back at his beginning, just after the Garden, when his mother and father had dozens of children. He was one of a multitude, then. Still is, in fact.
Cain and Abel are the brothers that history remembers. And even Alistair has forgotten his human name.
The point is, demons don't go to Hell when they die.
Alistair looks around the room, lit by fire, and examines the others with him. All of these demons were killed by Winchesters. Azazel is plotting in the corner with Ruby and Lilith, trying to find a way out. Their plan succeeded, after all. Lucifer is walking the world again.
Too bad none of them are there to bask in his glow. Alistair smirks, thinking of his boy. His greatest pupil, his best and brightest, his masterpiece.
Demons don't go to Hell when they die. And neither will Dean. But he won't rest forever in Heaven, either. There are laws, set in place long ago, back when Yahweh fashioned this reality, this planet.
Death will reap Dean one day. And Death will deposit Dean in Alistair's hands, and Alistair will hurt the boy until he remembers nothing beyond Alistair's touch.
Dean gripped Alistair's razor tight and taught souls new ways to scream. He won't go to Heaven when he dies for good. He'll come here, to this cavern somewhen else, created by Yahweh for those that even Hell couldn't contain.
Alistair wonders when Lucifer will show up, but he has patience. Death owes him; owning Dean again will settle that debt.
And then he'll have Dean forever, his perfect pet, his pretty little triumph. Let the others plan and plot. Alistair has his own game, and the only other player he needs or wants will be here soon enough.