To hell and back: a story of dean Winchester and victor Henriksen
Chapter 2: I remember
Victor sat there waiting for one of demons to come back to turn off the flames, so he could get his shot gun and they could get out of here. He knew like anybody else here who wasn't a retard knew that the demons didn't turn the flames out of pity or mercy no , they turned them off every night or what was supposed to be night down here, so that in the morning it would hurt even more. But then his mind wandered to what had been bothering him ever since he arrived down here and that was what was he doing here? He knew he hadn't been an angelic person but surely he didn't deserve this and then it came to him. That time five years ago when he tracked down a child rapist who once victor had him cuffed to his car door and was calling for backup , had tried to run, victor had dropped that mother fucker before he had a chance to draw another breath. And victor had felt no remorse what so ever.
Victor came back out of his thoughts and realized that was why he was down here "for now anyways" he told himself. Unfortunately though victor was so deep in thought that he hadn't realized that a demon had come up and was having some fun torturing dean. Then as he noticed the flames had been shut off and while he grabbed his shotgun, he heard the voice again that voice from five years ago and it said "I remember agent" he took the gun , and shot the demon. He then turned to dean and said "ready to go?" Dean replied "hell yah". Dean laughed at his own words as they ran. As fast as they could, the sound of quickly approaching demons and tortured souls all around them.