AN: Final chapter.

John allowed himself to be led down the green mile. The pathway was littered with red specks, the smell of blood rose into his nostrils. He coughed into the crook of his elbow, shuffling along with his ankles chained together. The silver cuffs continued to clank against the ground and the demons on either side paid him no attention.

Wearily he was pushed into a room but not before having the back of his knees kicked in so he buckled, dropping himself heavily onto the floor. It seemed to him that in hell, whatever pain a person was meant to endure was always worse than expected. The door closed.

John waited in the corner of the room wondering where Dean was, how he was holding up. It killed him a thousand times over to think that his boy was enduring this. He tried to get Dean out, "I'll join you, but Dean has to go back." But Alistair merely laughed in his face and cut out his tongue.

The door opened and two new minions walked in wrestling him onto the table. Chains stretched his limbs away from his body, just enough so that they weren't dislocated but made the pain all the more excruciating. "Hey dad," a voice greeted him softly.

"Dean? Is that you? Why are you here? What about Sam? Is he here as well?" The questions were fast and continuous.

"Sammy's fine," Dean said hovering over John's face. He was dressed in black slacks and a white t-shirt. His hair was his normal dirty blond and there wasn't a scratch on him. John craned his neck towards the door. Alistair came in giving Dean a small sign. "I was just about to get started." He grinned and walked out of the room.

Dean's eyes turned black. "A righteous man turns quicker," he simply stated.

The hot poker he produced was placed cautiously near John's left eye. He screamed. The smell was sickening and Dean still continued layer after layer, instrument after instrument until all had some form of him on it.

John closed his remaining eye unable to watch his son.

"Daddy, I love you..."

Deep slashes on his collar bone.

"You better drop that knife-"John started strongly.

"Dad! Dad, don't you let it kill me!"

Acid poured onto his arms.

"You're ordering me?" Dean laughed.

"It's okay, dad..."

Poison injected into his veins.

"I'm not your good little soldier," Dean sneered.

"I want you to watch out for Sammy-"

Dean's worried eyes upon him: "Yeah, dad, you know I will. You're scaring me..."

Heart ripped out of his chest.

"Join me," Dean said.

He looked down."And it is written that the first seal shall be broken when a righteous man sheds blood in Hell. As he breaks, so shall it break," John whispered. Tears poured down his face. His once, beautiful baby boy smiled, the glint of a knife and his black demonic eyes, being the last thing he saw before it all turned back.

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