Chapter Five
He finally got the chance to sleep. After so many years, he finally got the chance to drift into a world that was not the worthless hell hole that he was now forced to live in. He knew that the dreams awaiting him were nothing at all to be happy about, but he couldn't help but wait for them. He needed a time where he was in control, at least for the most part. He felt himself slowly drift into a state of nothing as the hell around him slipped away from his eyes. He found himself in a world he longed to be in at the time.
They were both smiling. Staring at each other with Sam following close behind. There was nothing they had to do at that moment, no monsters they had to kill. Only time with her and his brother they didn't have to run around and save the world. All that they had to do was drive and never stop, keep moving until they felt like stopping. Finally, for once, Dean was in control of his life and he was with the only two people he every needed to see. Hazel and Sam. They continued driving like that, silent, smiling, sharing a secret joke that only they could hear. It was perfect. Perfection until the sound came. A low whistling. He knew that it would be coming, even though he though he had the power to change it. He tried everything, thinking it, shouting it, begging for it, but she only looked at him with confusion. The sound came closer, although, since when did it have a sound. Soon she began to scream. She threw her head back and allowed the black smoke to fill into her body, not being able to stop it. He slammed on the brakes, reached for her, pleaded for it to stop, but it wouldn't and he knew that. Soon, he saw Sam at the side of the car with eyes as black as Hazel's. Then one-by-one more began to come. All with piercing black eyes that wrenched his soul from his body with one glance. He couldn't stop it so he allowed them to grab at him. He took the fists in various placed and the knives at his heart and sides. He let the sounds of gunshot fill his ears until there was nothing left to hear. Nothing left to do but look back at her and die.
He awoke as he normally did, gasping and grabbing at any and all air he could possibly force into his lungs. He wanted to clutch his sides and chest still feeling the pain of the knives and guns but only found himself restricted by chains holding his arms in place. He looked down still breathing heavily and allowed one tear to fall from his eyes and splatter into the darkness below him. He ignored the voice at his side knowing it was only fantasy, "Dean, why did you leave me. Think of all that we could have been together. And you left me to cry, you left me with the pain of losing you, now I have nothing." The voice was hers. He had heard it often when he was hanging like this awaiting the next torture. She was merely an image caused by the insanity forced within the inhabitants of this cruel world in which he now resided. He knew that next would be his brother calling him worthless and nothing but a selfish monster. But for now, it was her, it was she that was spiting for him for all that he had done.
Soon the voice had stopped leaving him in momentary silence. He sat and listened for what was slowly following. In the moment of silence he let yet another tear fall into the endless nothing that was all he had to look at. "You're a pig. You couldn't just listen for once and let me be the one to take the bullet. You say that you're looking after me, you say that you only want your 'little brother' to be safe, but I'm not. I'm up there right now. I'm trying to find a way to help you and you're sitting here not even thinking about it. I'm going through hell, thinking of voodo, praying to God, and doing anything I can to get your sorry ass out of here. Do you even care? Do you even care about me or any one else you just ditched to die up there? You're a monster, and nothing but it. You're selfish and you deserve to be in here, you deserve to be dying and swimming in your lies and filth." Dean couldn't take it anymore. He shouted out for the one that caused his everyday pain. The one that gave him the offer. For once, he was almost ready to take it. He heard the footsteps approaching slowly and looked up for the first time in what felt like days. He looked up into the cruel one's eyes and anticipated the question he was urging forward.
"You ready to stop the pain Dean? Are you finally ready to come down from the Rack and take my place, no pain, no suffering, just the joy of torturing others." He looked back down debating the choice once again in his head. Never had he ever been this close to saying yes, but yet right here and now he felt the word slithering onto his tongue. He looked up once more and prepared to answer what he knew he might regret. But even if it was a regretful option, he knew he was doing it for the best.