While Sam and Ruby were getting ready to fight twenty angry demons, Dean was in his own Hell. Literally. Dean had closed his eyes, and woken up in a cell. The walls were brick and a red-orange light glowed somewhere in front of him. The air, if it was air, smelled terrible. It was beyond description.
Dean tried to stand, but was pulverized by some sort of beast. It was also beyond description. But it was huge. It threw him against the wall repeatedly. "Well, hey, I'd be pretty mad too, if I had to go through life looking like that," Dean said. But even though it was a joke, he didn't feel like laughing. He felt empty and hollow. As the beast left, Dean wandered out of the cell.
People were screaming. "So this is Hell," Dean wasn't aware that he was speaking aloud until someone spoke from behind him.
"Yep. This is the place."
Dean turned around. He hadn't been aware that there could be beautiful women in Hell. But the one standing in front of him was gorgeous. Except for the haunted look on her face, she could have been a movie star. Her hair was very long and blonde. Her eyes were blue, and her smile probably would have been just as pretty.
"I don't really think it's as great as they say," Dean said.
"Does it really matter? Dean, this is Hell. It's exactly what the word implies. You don't get any second chances."
"How do you know my name?" asked Dean.
"We have been watching you for a solid year. Yep, Sam and Dean. The sons of John Winchester who hunt demons. And Dean, the man who sold his soul for his brother. That must be some kind of love."
"Yeah," Dean said.
"Still think it was worth it?" the woman asked. "Wouldn't you rather be up there with your brother dead than down here?"
"Nope."
"You will. Take it from someone who knows."
"So, you know my name? Want to let me know yours?" Dean asked smoothly.
"You don't change do you? Even down in Hell."
"A mans got his standards."
"Yeah."
"So? The name?"
"Does it really matter?" The woman's eyes filled with tears.
"It does to me."
"Speak louder next time. I might actually here you." The woman smiled and she vanished. She was standing there one moment and gone the next.
"Okay, now that was weird," Dean said. In the background, the sound of people screaming became like background music. Dean wished it would stop. The orange glow was also very annoying. Dean began to walk. He didn't know where he was going, maybe somewhere to escape the din of screams, or the sight of hellfire. "Wonder how big this place is?" he thought.
It stretched forever. Dean suddenly realized how thirsty he was. Thirst burned the back of his throat. He swallowed, but spit didn't quench the thirst. "Hello, Dean."
Dean wished that everyone would leave him alone. Did every soul down here know whom he... "Wow. How's life treating you, Bella?"
Bella smiled. "It appears that I'm better than you are right now."
Dean looked down. Yeah, his clothes were soaked in blood. His blood. How long had it been since he had been attacked by that hellhound? It couldn't possibly be only two days. "Yeah, well. You're the last person I expected to meet."
"I've been here three days. I've already met my schoolteacher, one of my cousins, and several of my business associates. It's very sad, actually."
"Not as sad as it is to meet you," Dean said, smiling politely.
"I'll bet you hate yourself right now. Knowing that if you would have acted sooner you wouldn't be here right now," Bella said. She also smiled.
"Well, I've got eternity to think about that, don't I?"
"So how is Sam?" asked Bella, changing the subject.
"In case you haven't noticed, I'm not exactly in touch with him."
"Why not?" asked Bella.
Dean raised his eyebrows and looked around.
"You don't know?" asked Bella.
"Know what?"
"You're able to see people up there. I guess it's another form of torture. You see them and wish that you could be up there with them."
"How do you see them?" asked Dean.
"Just think about them. You'll see them. And talk to them."
"Why are you telling me this? It doesn't seem like something you'd do to be nice."
Bella rolled her eyes. "We're in Hell, Dean. Do you really think it really matters?"
"I have no idea."
"I'm leaving."
"Where?"
"You know, you could have helped me. You could have helped me and saved yourself. And Sam, " Bella said evilly.
"What about Sam?" Dean asked, instantly aware.
"You think that he's not going to do everything in his power to get you out of here? I can see him, too, Dean. I can know what he's thinking. And right now, he's thinking that he will become the anti-Christ, if it means getting you out of here."
"But he can't do that," Dean said. "He wouldn't."
"Can't he? Would he. I think so. See you around, Dean." Bella didn't simply disappear like the other woman Dean had talked to had. She walked away.
Dean focused. He thought about his brother. And he could see him. Sam was standing in the middle of a room, surrounded by demons. A girl stood next to him. Dean wondered who she was. He didn't recognize her. Dean saw the demons. And he could hear their thoughts, which were: "Kill them. Now!"
I decided to add something about Dean right away. I miss him! Please review and tell me what you think. Thanks!