Chapter Twenty-nine: To Endure Hell

He was chained by his wrists and his ankles. Blood covering his body. He was screaming for help. His screaming wasn't the only one. There was screaming coming from everywhere. The next thing I knew he was alone with a man standing in front of him. I watched as the man tortured him. Tormenting him in every possible way.

I shot awake, a scream piercing the room. I looked around but I was alone. I fell back against the pillows and tried to control the tears that were streaming down my face. I closed my eyes only to open them a second later. All I could see was his face. The way he looked. The pain that was written on his face. I couldn't take it. I turned on the light to find a note from Dean. They hadn't been gone long and would be at least a couple of hours before they returned. I quickly got up and pulled my journal out, finding the spell Annabelle and I had used for Dean. I had been there once and I could get back there again. I made the preparations and before I knew it I was drifting away.

When I opened my eyes I was once again in Hell. I raced to where he had taken me before but he wasn't there. All his things were gone. I didn't know if he had moved it or if he had been recaptured. I was out of my league here and I didn't know where to turn next. I slipped from the cave and stealthily made my way through his deserted place. I slipped into a hole to get myself out of there when I was grabbed. I turned and looked into the face of Ben.

"Ben…" I said shocked to see him.

"What are you doing here?" He asked me.

His body was still burned and it looked like they had tried to tear him apart. He shoved me into the hole. It was too small for two people to fit comfortably. I just looked at him. As far as I had known he was still alive.

"I could ask you the same thing." I finally told him.

"No." He said pulling me from the hole, dragging me away.

"No, don't do this!" I whispered pleadingly to him.

"I know who you're looking for." He told me and he pushed me behind a boulder.

"How?" I asked him. "And what happened?"

He moved against the wall, pulling me into a crevice. "You're looking for John Winchester. I'm here because I was killed the same day that you saw me last."

"But I didn't kill you." I told him.

"No. Someone else did." He replied. "We don't have time for this." He said and pulled me out.

It seemed like ages before Ben pulled me into a much larger space. Inside Ben pointed out and I could hear the screaming before I saw what he was pointing to. I went to rush out but Ben stopped me.

"Not yet. They've only begun." He told me.

"I have to do something!" I cried as I struggled against him.

"Don't!" Ben said but I pulled away from him.

I didn't think through what I was doing. I barreled into the man who was tearing at John. We both fell to the floor and before I could react, pain seared through my back. I screamed before kicking him. I turned and Ben was running toward us. I ran to John, trying to undo the chains.

"Get out of here." He told me.

"No!" I screamed at him. "I need to free you. I can't let this happen to you."

"You can and you will. This is the price I paid. I can handle this." He told me as I continued to pull on the chains.

"No!" I yelled and fell to my knees crying. My hands were gripping his ankles.

I screamed as pain went through my side. I turned and punched my attacker hard across the jaw. It felt like I had broken my hand. I turned back to John, fighting with the chains.

"Evy, go." He told me.

"I saw this. I saw this happening and I can't let it be. I just can't." I cried putting my hands on the sides of his head.

"You need to let me go. There will me no rest until you do. I am doing this for Dean. I'm okay with this. I'll get myself out. I can promise you that. But now you have to leave." He told me, his eyes pleading with mine.

"I love you, John." I told sadly.

"I love you too."

I turned and grabbed Ben before running back the way we had come. But we were too late to make a safe get away. The demons had been alerted to our presence and we were being rapidly pursued. Ben took me as far as he could before he stopped to face the danger. I turned back to him, to help, but he yelled for me to go on. I quickly thanked him before running, finding the smallest crevice I could to squeeze into and say the spell.

I opened my eyes to the candlelight in the empty room. I cleaned up the mess, feeling the effects my trip had had on my body when my soul came back from Hell. I went back out into the main room and switched on the table light. I sat cross-legged in the center of the bed. I thought a moment before pulling out my sketchbook. I drew all I could remember of my trip and of my vision. It was all a little too much to bear. But the more I thought about it the more I didn't want to tell Dean. He would only worry and scold me. I didn't want to fight. I hated fighting. He would understand my reasons but it would take a lot of agonizing conversation that I just wasn't up for. I rubbed the heavy bruising on my hand. It wasn't broken but it was painful enough. The effort of drawing was all the pain I could handle. When I finally pushed it aside I stood and started to pace. I didn't know what else to do. I couldn't call them and I couldn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes all I could see was John. Even though he was okay with his decision I couldn't bear to leave him there. It had never sat well with me and it seemed to always come up in some way or another. It was ridiculous to think that there was nothing we could do. With all that we'd seen and done one would think that there would be some way of getting him out of there.

I was still unsettled when the boys finally came through the door. Sam smiled but Dean frowned at me. I just gave him a weak smile. He took off his jacket and crossed the room to me. I smiled wider as his lips covered mine. He gently caressed my face but gave me that what's-going-on look. I nodded at him, leading him to the door. We walked nearly two blocks before either of us said anything.

"I had a vision." I finally told him.

"About what?" He asked.

"Your dad." I replied though my voice cracked. He took a deep breath and nodded. "I saw him in Hell being tortured. So I went to see him." I told him quickly.

"You what?" He said stopping me.

"I didn't know what else to do. I needed to talk to him again and Annabelle left me everything I needed to do that. So I made another trip to Hell. Only I met someone unexpected while I was there."

"Who?" He asked.

"Ben Jefferson. He was the guy who I met in the club." I reminded him.

"You mean the one who took you hostage and tried to kill you?" He frowned at me.

"Whatever, he's in Hell now so be happy about that. Anyway, I spoke to John briefly but it got a bit hairy so I was forced to leave. Ben helped me." I finished.

"What did he say?" Dean asked as we kept moving.

"The same thing that's been said so many times before." I told him. "He made the right decision. That I shouldn't worry about him because he knew what price he was to pay. I just can't seem to let it sink in."

He nodded and draped his arm across my shoulders. "He'll find his own way out." He said comfortingly.

I smiled and kissed him sweetly. "I know. But I just have such a hard time leaving him there."

"You're not the only one, Baby." He said and kissed me again.

"I know. I'm just letting my feelings overwhelm what I should be concentrating on." I replied.

"Yeah, I've noticed that. But the nice thing about you is that you always come through when needed. Always." He grinned and kissed me passionately.

We were on the road again by ten. Once again the road was unknown but something would turn up. There was always an evil to be fought. Hell was a constant thought but I tried to keep it out of my mind. It was harder then I would have liked. Thoughts of how to free him were constantly going through my mind but it was useless. As much as I wished I could save his soul from Hell I had no way of doing it. But like John and the boys had said, he would find a way out. He always did.