title: from hell
words: 100
spoilers: through 3.16 No Rest for the Wicked. AU from that point. sort of an alternate take on chapter 12, your hope has burned with time.
warnings: dark
notes: I've been trying not to be in love with Show anymore, but fandom keeps dragging me back in. *attempts to beat fandom off with a stick*
Dean crawls out of hell into bright daylight, still smeared with the blood of souls he dismembered on his way out. He curls his fingers into soft grass and rolls over to stare up at a brilliant blue sky.
He can feel the coal burning where his eyes once were. A million times they unraveled him from the inside, and knit him back together so they could begin again. They left tangles every time, twisted threads that multiplied until he was one of them.
Maybe twenty years have passed up here, or two hundred. Doesn't matter, really.
It was enough.
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