Title: My Own Prison
Summary: Nothing that lives is destroyed, not completely.
Characters / Pairings: Jess, Yellow-Eyed Demon / None
Spoilers: "Pilot", "All Hell Breaks Loose 2", a small detail revealed in "Sin City"
Word Count: 500
Author's Note: I have no excuse or explanation for this. Only that I wrote it when I had a migraine, and I tend to do odd things when I have migraines. Title from the Creed song of the same name.
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Nothing that lives is destroyed, at least not completely. For the demon Azazel, 'death' consisted of a hell from which there would be no escape, ever.
When he arrived, still writhing in pain from that final bullet, Jessica Moore was waiting for him.
He glared. How dare she intrude upon his miserable afterlife? "What are you doing here?" He demanded.
Jessica smiled and cocked her head sideways, swinging her feet back and forth from her comfortable perch on nothing. "I can go anywhere I want. It's a perk. I wanted to be here to welcome you to hell."
Azazel looked around, seeing a lot of...well, nothing. No screams, no torture...it didn't look like the hell he'd come to know and love.
"This is your own special hell," Jess said cheerfully, reading his mind. "You were the schemer, Azazel, the thinker with your great plans to rule the world. Here you will do nothing but think for eternity. You will be locked inside a box with only your thoughts, unable to speak or move. You won't be able to find ways to pass the time...because there is no time."
She threw her head back and laughed, blond hair bobbing on her shoulders. "This is forever."
Azazel smirked at her, not attempting to conceal his hatred. "Then I will think often," he said, "of the way you cried and begged when I sliced you open."
Jess shrugged, unfazed. "I was only human, a limitation I no longer experience. I should thank you for that, Demon. If you'd only thought to keep me alive, you could have used me against Sam. There was very little he wouldn't have done to save me." Her eyes sparkled with amusement. "You killed me too quickly...one of many failures you will have eternity to think about."
"Bitch," Azazel said, resorting to a human term.
Jess laughed. "You slashed my stomach and burned me on the ceiling...you think you can hurt me now with words? I can leave this place, Demon, and you cannot. I can watch Sam destroy the army you worked so long to build."
"Ah, yes, Sam." Azazel's voice took on a gloating edge. "Your beloved. He is tainted, Jessica Moore. My death does not change what I did to him. He will fall into darkness, and you will be unable to do anything but watch. The very day that his brother faces the torment of hell, Sam will become what I meant him to be."
"He will not," Jess said with absolute certainty. "Dean will save Sam, and Sam will save Dean. It was always meant to be this way, and you could never change it. They will save each other, and together they will save the world."
Azazel laughed humorlessly. "Has death given you precognition, Human?"
"No," she said. "But I know Someone who has always had it." She smiled at Azazel again, wide and innocent, and then spoke the last words he would ever hear. "Goodbye, Demon."
She vanished, and eternity began.
(end)