Watch the end through dying eyes
Now the dark is taking over
Show me where forever dies
Take the fall and run to Heaven

All is lost again
But I'm not giving in

I will not bow
I will not break
I will shut the world away
I will not fall
I will not fade
I will take your breath away

I Will Not Bow

John's POV

One hundred and ten years in Hell

"John. Open your eyes. I'm here now and everything is going to be all right." I kept my eyes closed refusing to believe the sound of that sweet, soft voice. She couldn't be here. There was no way I would survive Nicole being here.

"The pain is going to leave you. All you have to do is come with me." She said softly, pleadingly. I felt the soft stroke of fingers brushing my face. "We can leave this place. Please John…" She said.

My eyes flickered open, and almost immediately shut again. "You bitch!" I snarled, furious at Kayen.

She looked at me, offering a small sarcastic laugh. This is getting to be too easy. She said telepathically. I mean come on it's like you're not even trying anymore.

I'm not going to give you the satisfaction. I snapped, and my head exploded, the pain rushing through me like a tidal wave. I groaned, trying to catch my breath to get in front of the pain. That was one way I'd had of staying alive for so long. That and Nicole, and I didn't even have her anymore.

I panted through the pain, struggling with the bonds of the rack I was currently tied to. I grit my teeth groaning against the aftershocks of the pounding headache.

I squeezed my eyes shut tightly as Karen tried again, worming her way through my mind. I fought her trying desperately to shore up my defenses against her invasion, I still felt the moment she entered my mind.

Her energy was dark, subdued, yet I felt a thread of happiness running through the dark and twisted malevolence. Mentally, I frowned, I hadn't had a lot of demons forcing their way through my mind however this felt more like shades of gray than black and white.

She didn't feel the way many demons acted. I caught glimpses of her past dealings and her years in hell those days were darker, and carried a strong theme of depravity, cruelty, arrogance, and an underlying theme of sheer desperation.

The desperation I understood. It was common to anyone down here. Yet, something gave me pause, an odd little emotion fleeting, barely there, and now so foreign to me it took me a moment to place it. Happiness? Hope? As soon as the idea came to me I was forced to reject it. Karen was bringing up images, memories of my past with Nicole. Dark memories that I preferred not to think about.

I woke quickly coming from a sound sleep to consciousness almost instantly. My hand went to the gun fully loaded on the table as I stood, looking for the source of the cries. It was Nicole again. She'd slept maybe a grand total of two hours in the week I'd been with her in her dorm, but her sleep wasn't letting her get any sleep, she was plagued with nightmares.

I crossed the living room to her bedroom door, hesitating for a minute. She needed to sleep, then again, she wasn't sleeping, I knew from experience the screaming would make her feel worse when she woke. I made up my mind, knocking on the door.

I made my way to the bed silently, now came the hard part waking her. "Nicole." I called. She continued to toss and turn on the bed, completely taken over by the fresh terror. "Nicole!" I continued a little louder. I sighed, unsure of how to bring her out of this. Keeping someone from having nightmares was new to me.

I ran a hand through my hair, letting out my breath in a steady stream. I moved closer to the bed, reaching out to grasp the arm closest to me. Even in sleep, Cole reacted to the physical assault, pummeling in the general vicinity of my head.

It took me a few seconds before I could find the other arm, shackling her wrist in a vicelike grip. I straddled her, keeping her hips and legs pinned to the bed, last thing I needed was to get kicked in the nuts. One thing I couldn't understand, how in the hell had these three bastards assaulted her, she was trained, and she was fighting me and I was only one person.

"Ow. Dammit Nicole!" I said loudly, hoping to use the drill sergeant's voice to snap her out of it. That tone, coupled with the fact that I now held both of her wrists pinned over her head pulled Cole from her nightmare.

She was breathing hard; her gaze flickered around the room a bit desperately, seeking out the darker shadows, then, the doors and windows, before finally settling on my face. By the time she met my gaze she was already in tears, and those tears broke my heart.

Instinctively I let go of her arms, forcing myself to step back away from the bed, Cole didn't even notice, she'd turned on her side away from me and curled into the fetal position. I stood watching her for a minute, fury coursing through my veins, and disgust in my heart.

I was glad for one small fact, that Nicole was turned away from me, that she was so lost and alone in her own mind that she didn't know what a horrible man I was. She didn't realize I was no better than the sons of bitches who'd raped her.

Turning away from the heartbreaking moment in front of me where Nicole was trying desperately to hold herself together, I closed the door behind me. I padded into the bathroom, where I stared at myself long and hard in the mirror, trying and failing to talk myself down from lusting after a young girl who'd recently been so brutalized.

Swallowing hard, I tried to contain the heat that was building in my veins, the fury, but it was no use. And I despised myself even more.

I wasn't sure I could stay with Nicole. Every time I looked at her I saw what those three had done to her. I saw the bruises, the bite marks, the torment, shame and humiliation they had put her through. It made me desperate to hunt them, but they were human.

Besides who would be there to protect her if God forbid, something happened to me and they either got the drop on me or I wound up in jail? She would be alone, unprotected, not necessarily defenseless, but right now she couldn't defend herself, she could barely look me in the eye. And I was scum, the dregs of the earth, I'd treated her no differently than those three had our first time together.

I could barely look at her. Still, when she needed someone to be there, she clung to me. Desperate to feel something. To not be so dead inside that she was slipping away from me, well from everyone. I wasn't sure if she'd told anyone else yet. I hadn't heard her on the phone much.

She was shying away from human contact for the most part. I wasn't sure what to do. But there were rare times now where I caught the defiance, the absolute rage. I could see it building and I knew eventually it was going to have to come out. One thing that kept coming to my mind was hunting. If I could get her hunting for a while, she would be able to channel her emotions to something else, she would be able to work through her rage, helplessness, and fear. She would be okay.

That approach had worked for Beth when her dad died. When Mary had died and left me with two children to raise I had found hunting, determined to find the thing that had taken my family from me. Hunting would be good for Nicole. She could work through her mounting issues. It might be Hell for me though.

I was almost certain I could handle dealing with her one minute, then I thought back to how Nicole had acted after I'd treated her like a whore. She'd become one. What was she going to do after this, they'd treated her like trash, like she was never going to be good at anything but laying on her back. I felt the rage building again, boiling through my veins, as I pictured what might have been done to her.

I can show you. Kayen's voice filtered softly through my mind. A sing song, thread of pure joy. She was in her element making me suffer.

Swallowing hard, I forced my gaze to lock with Karen's. Desperate for some hint as to what she was talking about. I hadn't been able to reach Nicole for months now. Why was that? Had she foolishly been captured? Tortured?

I tried to follow the path back to her mind, trying to find a hint of her trail, and my mind reacted violently, horrible crushing waves of pain, feeling as if a thousand needles pierced my skull.

When I finally managed to raise my head again and open my eyes, I was confused and disoriented. I was in Hell. That much I knew, I was still bound to the table, Karen was still with me. That was how I really knew I was still in Hell, she hadn't left me alone any longer than the nights, and she always came back.

Looking around was confusing. I felt like I was in a dream world. I was in a dark room, that looked like a dorm room might, and I heard music pounding through the walls. The door opened and a man came through the door, with his arm wrapped around a familiar body; one I knew all too well.

I knew exactly where we were and what was going on. This was one of the most heartbreaking nights of my life and I hadn't even had to live it. I'd never known what had truly happened in this room.

Nicole had never told me. She'd never opened up to me about it. I'd tried to get her to see a therapist, and she would never go. She didn't want to talk to them about it. And she'd never told me. Not once no matter how many nightmares she'd woken from, or no matter how many flashbacks I'd managed to pull her back from, she'd never told me what had happened in this room.

"No!" I roared, my voice cracking. "Please!" I begged Karen. "You can't do this!" I yelled desperately, trying to keep Karen from going through with this. Forcing Nicole to relive her assault would be pure torture for her.

"Oh but it is going to be so much fun." She purred. I groaned, preparing myself for the inevitable pain I knew was going to come, but I couldn't bear to watch this, this would break me, and I couldn't even speak to Cole, I couldn't give her a reprieve as she'd done for me countless times.

Please, I begged telepathically, uncaring of the pain, desperate to stop this. She's your daughter you can't do this. I was forced to turn away, and vomiting followed this round of the pain, a more severe reaction to the fact that I was trying to use telepathy.

Karen stalked towards me, skirting around the mess, but she was close enough I could feel the excitement pounding through her. She pressed her face against mine cheek to cheek. I can do whatever I want. Now sit back and enjoy the show, or I'll staple your eyelids to your forehead. One hand dropped to my shaft, forcing me to attention, and I tried to look to Karen.

Don't look at me. Watch her. She's beautiful. All frightened, begging and pleading, while they're paying no mind to her, and enjoying themselves. Karen stroked me, running her tongue along the shell of my ear, while Nicole struggled, cried, and pleaded with them to stop.

I felt the connection between Cole and I, a bridge supported by an outside force, meant to torment me further. I felt the pain of each man forcing themselves into her. I felt her stretching farther to accommodate them, her fear, and her determination to get ahead of them, to prepare herself as much as possible. I felt those sensations and more as Nicole began to resign herself to her fate. Her body became soft, pliant, and yielding to the invasion. She'd done this with them, then. She'd relaxed into it.

More, Kayen said softly. She'd begged for it.

"Please!" She whispered softly. I was sure no one heard her. She was desperate tostop them to just have a minute to prepare herself.

They were relentless, uncaring, evil bastards. And I could do nothing to help Nicole, only watch in horror and disgust as her worst nightmares were played out tenfold.

Cole's POV

Slowing the car, I hesitated, glancing at the now crumpled scrap of paper I held in my hand. I was currently in the middle of an unfamiliar town that had very few people to stop and ask for directions.

I huffed out a frustrated breath. Was I doing the right thing? I glanced over at JJ. He was quiet, his eyes closed as he napped. He brought up a tiny fist, snuggling into his arm. A small half smile, quirked the corner of my mouth. Yeah I was definitely doing the right thing.

"Now if only I can find the damn road to this church." I said irritably under my breath. I turned down Sycamore Street, looking for the road. My phone ringing was loud in the near silence of the car, I glanced around behind me, checking that I wasn't holding anyone up before answering my phone. I shouldn't have been worried this place was like a damn ghost town.

"You're on the right road Goldie Locks." The familiar English voice had me smiling even as I growled out my response to Jefferson's ridiculous nickname.

"Jackass!" I snapped more out of requirement than actual anger. I'd missed him. I think.

I heard the grin coloring his voice as he gave me further directions. "Come down Sycamore, to the last road on the left. Then it's the only damn church on that road. If you miss it your dumber than you look." He said teasingly.

"I'm armed idiot." I replied. "Haha! I found it." I said triumphantly. I was pretty sure I'd been looking for that road for the last half hour.

Jefferson was on the front steps of the church as I pulled into the driveway and cut the engine.

"Seriously, you just sat and watched me driving up and down these darn side streets, from your nice little vantage point and didn't bother to lend me a hand or anything? Rude!" I snarked as I exited the truck and pulled Jefferson into my arms. It really was good to see him again.

He hugged me tightly.

I didn't even have to force myself to return his embrace, I'd missed his cocky English ways.

"How are you?" He asked looking down at me once we'd parted. His gaze showed the barest hint of concern.

I narrowed my gaze, debating how much I should tell him.

"I'm okay." I lied, glancing down at my fingernails.

JJ gurgled from the front seat, and I turned around with a huge grin on my face, happy for the distraction. Unbuckling the car seat, I picked the four month old up, and turned around with him in my arms.

"Oh right." Jefferson said his accented voice soft. "I forgot you're not pregnant anymore." He said.

He reached out, wanting to take JJ from me, but I kept my grip on him, only allowing him to see my son, I wasn't quite ready to let go of him.

"Damn those little blue pills made a fantastic looking child." He said cheekily, giving me a wink. "Hey buddy, I'm your cool uncle Jefferson." He said to JJ, who simply looked at him with wide brown eyes. "It is going to be my job to teach you how to pick up birds."

An odd look came over my face, almost a look of terror, or horror, I'm sure. "No." I said firmly.

"No? You're not going to let me teach him how to pick up the ladies?" Jefferson asked as we walked inside.

"Nope." I said still firm on the subject. "Because," I began, explaining myself so I wouldn't look like a psycho. "The first little skank that comes to my door asking for my son, will be shown all the guns around the place." I said.

Jefferson said nothing but cocked an eyebrow at me as he opened the door to allow me through. I could feel the humor rolling off of him in waves.

"I will shoot the first little hussy, and every one thereafter that tries to seduce my sweet innocent boy into impregnating them." I said. "And God help her if she turns out to be a Cougar. I'll bury her in my yard." I said testily.

Jefferson had an amused half smirk on his face when I turned around by his kitchen table. "We're just overlooking the fact that, John Winchester was a lecherous hound dog then eh?" He questioned.

"No!" I snapped irately. "That is my whole point right there." I said. "John never made a move on me, it was the other way around, and I seduced him." I said, spilling secrets that nobody knew.

"Really?!" Jefferson said shocked.

"Yep." I said smugly, "and it was damned hard too." I said, thinking back on the experience. I felt a flash of pain rip through me, in the vicinity of my heart. I missed John, I wasn't sure what had happened but the bridge we'd been so carefully building had crumbled, I couldn't even find a hint of it anywhere.

I took a calming breath, before continuing. "Thank God you weren't a girl." I said in baby language. "Yes. Thank God you were a boy and not a girl, I would have flushed you down the toilet. Yes I would." I said half serious. I wouldn't have had a freaking clue what to do with a girl. They were conniving, deceitful, manipulative little skanks. I knew it for a fact.

Jefferson chuckled. "So you've got first-hand experience being…" He trailed off searching for the right word. Even though I considered us friend's he might be worried I'd try to shoot him if he called me a whore to my face.

I cocked an eyebrow and smirked, just daring Jefferson to say the word.

He narrowed his eyes at me, "Promiscuous?" He asked finishing the sentence.

I rolled my eyes, "You totally could have said it you know."

"Said what?" The Englishman asked with an air of innocent confusion.

"You could have called me a whore to my face, and I wouldn't have even tried to shoot you." I responded.

"Somehow I doubt that. I think it may be safer to change the subject now. Why do I get the honor of watching your child? Surely there's someone who's better equipped, someone who has actually had children." He said eyeing me suspiciously.

I dropped his gaze turning my attention to JJ who had a hand wrapped around my tightly bound braid. Picking up his chubby baby wrist, I shook his hand loose from my hair. JJ stared up at me with his big brown eyes, a small sad smile played across my face.

I couldn't tell him. Jefferson would try to stop me. Or try to come with me, and I needed someone I trusted to watch my son. I couldn't leave him with dad, apparently Sam was missing and Dean and Beth had turned to dad to help find him.

John would be pissed at me once I succeeded in getting him out of Hell. Especially if his son hadn't been found by then, however, I had no clue what was happening to John down there, all I knew was that the connection we'd worked so hard to build was now nonexistent.

John had almost broken before. I knew I had to get to him. I had to get him out of Hell. And I had to do it on my own.

"I have to do this one on my own." I said sadly. "Now here hold him and I'll get some of his things, you're about to get a crash course in babies." I said, handing JJ to Jefferson before he could protest.

"Stay here with him I'm going to go and get his diaper bag and the bag of toys and clothes and whatever else I remembered to pack for him." I turned away walking out of the door.

In the truck, I pulled out the few bags I'd packed for my son, and made room in the bag that held his clothes while I got the large brown envelope from over the visor, and put it inside the bag. I wasn't going to mention it I was just going to leave it in there and talk to Jefferson about it later. Probably when I was in New York and he was here. It would be safer that way….

Walking back into the house, I paused watching Jefferson. He was looking at the baby with a mixture of horror and disgust.

"What?" I asked concerned.

"He stinks." Jefferson said. "You have to do something." He said looking panicked.

I scoffed at his distress. "Dammit woman don't laugh at me. Help me!" He said.

A small laugh escaped at that statement, but I hurried over to him. Babies one-oh-one begins.

Cole's POV

"Are you ever going to tell me why you're leaving your four month old with someone as unqualified as me?" Jefferson asked.

I sighed, looking down at the mess on his kitchen table. We'd covered changing, bathing, clothing, without leaving marks on the little one's skin, and we were fixing to go over warming up bottles and feeding. Blinking back tears, I got up digging through Jefferson's cabinets until I came up with a mug I could fill with water. I sighed again, turning my back to the counter and resigning myself to my fate. He needed to know. "John is trapped in Hell." I said quietly. "He's been trapped there and the demons are doing everything they can think of to turn him into one of them." I paused blinking back tears. I wasn't going to cry.

"Why didn't you tell me this sooner?" Jefferson asked. His voice was kind, I expected him to be furious, pissed, and yelling at me. "You're going to try and get him out." He said comprehension coming through in his features. He made it a statement rather than a question.

I nodded, ducking my head. I was done with the lying.

"Do you know how you're going to get him out?" He asked.

I nodded again, turning back to the sink and filling the coffee cup with water. "I've been dreaming about Hell since before the baby was born." I answered. "There's a Devil's Gate in Wyoming, but it seems like it needs some kind of key. In my dreams it has always been able to open on its own, but I'm not too sure if it will."

"So you need a new plan." He said. "And you just thought you could have me sit here and take care of your kid, while you tried to find an alternate route into Hell. Nice Cole. Thanks for the heads up." He said sounding amused.

I smiled an apology at him. "I'm sorry." I said. "I didn't know if you would try and stop me. Or come with me. Things aren't going so good right now for the Winchester's and they've enlisted Dad to help, so I've got no one to turn to." I said trying to explain.

"Okay, so to heat up JJ's bottles, I don't typically microwave the milk, it doesn't do well. Plus I'm not a fan of making my child's food radioactive. I get a mug of water and heat up the water in the microwave. Then I take the chilled milk and let it warm from the water." I said, putting the milk bottle into the warm water. "Then I typically just check it every few seconds until it has warmed up enough, that it won't cause tummy cramps for the little guy."

Jefferson nodded, getting up to come to my side. Staring down at the milk in the cup, he started speaking. "We will find another way for you to get into Hell." He said.

I nodded. "I know I just hope I'm not too late. He was so close to breaking once before, and now with the connection broken between us, I'm scared of what I'll find when I get down there." I said smiling up a Jefferson.

Jefferson moved closer to me, turning me to face him and pulling me into a firm hug. "You'll get there in time. I promise you that. John is one stubborn bastard, he'll hold out."

I returned the hug, staying in the embrace a little longer than a typical friend would, at this moment I needed the comfort. I cleared my throat, pulling away and checking the bottle. "Oh," I grimaced. "Little man we might have to wait a few more minutes for lunch." I said.

"Why?" Jefferson asked, he reached out and touched the bottle, drawing his hand back quickly, "Yeah too hot handsome." He said turning to smile at the baby, who was cooing and gurgling happily, with a set of plastic keys. "He doesn't look like he cares." Jefferson said.

"Not yet he doesn't. " I said turning my game plan over in my mind. I moved back to the table grabbing the top and popping it on the bottle.

"Okay, so I say we go look for a way into Hell." Jefferson said briskly.

I raised an eyebrow at him. "I think we've pretty much covered everything but if the baby needs anything I want you to do what he needs, so I can make sure you're doing it right." I said sternly.

Jefferson stood at attention saluting me. "Yes ma'am." He barked before turning away and scooping up the baby. He passed me again and plucked the bottle from my hands feeding JJ as he walked towards a door off the side of the house.

"Call me ma'am again and I'll hit you in the nose." I called after him. He was older than me!

Jefferson scoffed at me, and I vaguely heard him answer "Yes ma'am, last thing I need is your temperamental mommy to break my damn nose." Under his breath.

I rolled my eyes following him through the door into a hallway, connecting the church and the house. "I did not break your nose! And quit cussing in front of my son." I said. Jefferson came into a side door off the altar, with the podium set up in front of it.

I followed Jefferson closely not wanting to get lost in this church, I wasn't sure why but Churches had always made me uneasy. They dabbled in magic, fairytales, and saints. Cemeteries were more my thing, they were full of people who'd lead different lives with the end result being the same anyways. Death came and knocked us all on our asses.

I looked at Jefferson as he led me down a hallway, through a door and down an old rickety set of stairs. Once in the basement, I looked around in awe as Jefferson turned on the lights. The room we found ourselves in was floor to ceiling bookshelves, with ancient lore books, a bookcase that appeared to be an old set of hunter's journals. A lot of them.

"Whoa." I said, unnecessarily. "I want one of these!" I whined.

"You sure you'd be able to handle all the reading?" Jefferson asked.

"That is rude. Of course I would I did go to college and make it through Nursing School, besides lore books have always been so much easier to get down for me. It's kinda awesome learning about all the different things out there and how to destroy them." I said narrowing my eyes at Jefferson.

I wanted to ask him if he had anything at all on Furies, but it might be better to keep my mouth shut on that one for now. The less hunters that knew about my possibly demonic heritage the better.

I sighed, forcing myself to get back on track. Hell. That's it. That's all that needed to matter. "So we're going to do research and find another way into Hell." I stated, disappointed. Somehow I thought that I could skip over the research this time.

Jefferson smirked at me, a small, telling, I know-something-you-don't smirk. He led me through the stacks of books, to the far wall, where a huge display case was set up. The only odd thing, I'd never seen a display case with a keypad lock on it before. "This case houses dark objects, the edges of the wood are etched with runes to contain object's power without allowing them to leech through and infect others." He explained. "The power is contained in the case, the glass is bullet proof. Plus none of the parishioners don't pick their nose or scratch their ass that I don't know about it." He said, which indicated multiple security cameras and possibly alarm systems that were present throughout the church and most likely the house.

"So you essentially have a giant curse box on display." I said, I wanted one of these too. I felt like a kid in a candy store.

Jefferson set the baby seat down, thankfully JJ had finished his bottle. "You're going to want to pick him up and burp him." I said quietly. Jefferson looked at me his gaze, somber.

"Cole, are you sure you want to do this?" He asked. "I only know of one object I have that can bridge the gates of Hell, and it's going to require a sacrifice." He said seriously.

I returned his gaze, my mind made up entirely. "It's John, if I was trapped, he would charge Hell with a bucket of holy water until he got me out." I said. "I won't do any less for him." I added.

Jefferson nodded, reaching down to pick JJ back up to burp him. He turned moving away from me towards the bookcase that housed the journals. He picked out one, the leather was light brown and well worn.

I followed him to the table where he set the journal down. "Look through that one." He said. "You're looking for an amulet." He explained vaguely.

I flipped through the pages stopping when I came across anything that resembled an Amulet, there was the Amulet of Mithras. I stopped flipping to scan the page quickly.

"Amulet of Mithras. Mithras was a lower level Zoroastrian God, that the Creator states "I created him to be as worthy of sacrifice and as worthy of prayer as myself." Mithras gains a position Zoroastrian hierarchy as the greatest of the Yazatas, the beings of the Creator, to aid in the destruction of Evil and the administration of the world. He is the divine representative of the Creator on Earth and is tasked with protecting the righteous from the demonic forces of Angra. Says here Mithras' birthday was December 25th. And the church seized it for themselves. Of course they did it's the Christian church." I finished sarcastically.

"There's no picture of what this amulet looked like but this journal says it's a human head with bull horns." I said. The margin caught my eye, Yazatas = Angels? Mithras – the Zoroastrian equivalent of Jesus the Messiah?

"Yeah, keep flipping if you'd bothered to read the margins, the location of the amulet is unknown." Jefferson said, he finished with the baby putting him down in the carrier. I looked up smiling at the baby who was sound asleep now that his belly was finally full.

"I did read the margins." I said defensively. "They were all hopped up about Angels and Jesus, and Christmas." I said. "Who was this guy? Joel Osteen?" I quipped. I chuckled lightly at my own joke.

"Not quite that well known. He was a preacher by the name of Patrick O'Malley. Perhaps you've heard of him?" Jefferson snapped a stern undertone to his voice.

Hearing that name my stomach dropped. "Oh." I said guiltily. Now I felt horrible. "I didn't realize, you knew him. How did you come by his journal?" I asked, trying to cover my insert-foot-to-mouth moment. I kept flipping as I waited for Jefferson to answer.

"He trained me to be a hunter. I met him and John when I was possessed by a demon, they exorcised the demon, and saved my life, in return I helped save their children." He answered.

I stayed silent, still flipping through the pages, a little more care being taken now that I knew this had once belonged to Beth's father. He'd come by the journal as many hunters had, the death of a friend and mentor.

I flipped past another amulet page and paused, scanning the page quickly. Nope that one was at the bottom of the Mariana Trench. The word honeymoon was scribbled under the date of this entry. I smiled, hope it wasn't ruined.

Jefferson reached over and snagged the journal from me. He quickly flipped through pages, obviously having some idea of what he was looking for. He paused and I looked at the page, my heart leaped in my chest. Seraturra.

Leaning closer to Jefferson I read over his shoulder. "The Seraturra Amulet. The Seraturra is said to be activated only once, for it can unleash the armies of Hell. In pre-biblical times, the Seraturra was used to create an impenetrable boundary in the deepest recesses of Hell, holding captive the highest ranking and deadliest of demonic forces. According to the Lesser Key of Solomon, the Seraturra is a demonic sigil capable of unlocking the gates of Hell. Though it must be activated by the blood of one pure to access Hell."

Jefferson sighed. "This is going to be tough." He said.

I felt excited, no exhilarated, I had it. My way into Hell. "No it won't." I said excitedly. "Look blood of one pure to access Hell. Who better than me?" I asked. "I purely intend to bust John out." I said.

"I don't know if that will work." Jefferson said. "I think using demon blood would be a better way to go."

"We don't know if that will work or not, but I'm willing to try it if you are." I said conceding that Jefferson may have a point. "Go get the amulet and I'll see what kind of spell we are dealing with to activate this thing."

Jefferson moved away from me, towards the display case pulling out his keys and opening the case.

I studied the page. This one had a picture and I vaguely recognized the mark drawn roughly on the page. I was staring at a portion of my scarred arm. I scanned the page finding the incantation to activate the amulet, and the ingredients I would need. Angelica flower, crossroads dirt, and baby's blood. I screwed up my nose in disgust, nasty. Freaking demons. Then I noted the last ingredient. Demon blood. Well I knew where I could get some of that.

I pulled out a scrap of paper from my pocket, and a pen, I hastily wrote down the incantation. I shoved the paper back into my pocket as Jefferson came back with the Seraturra in hand.

This had to work if everything Karen had told me about the Furiae was true, I could do this. I had a way into Hell. Now I just needed the knife.

John's POV

One hundred and ten years in Hell

I forced myself to remain focused on Nicole's face, her eyes once so bright and happy, now appeared lifeless and dead inside. Now it wasn't just humans assaulting her, she was surrounded by demons, powerless and uninterested in stopping them they had destroyed her.

Holding onto my sanity through sheer willpower alone, I refused to give in. Cole had always been strong even when she was certain they'd broken her, she was still one of the toughest people I knew. Being down here in Hell forced to relive her rape over and over again, now new assaults by demons, she'd finally broken.

I tried again to reach her searching desperately for the link. I caught small vignettes, images I was sure I'd made up. Things felt wrong. I was sure at this point I'd been tortured in Hell for far too long. The images I was seeing in my mind weren't adding up to what was currently on display in front of me.

I couldn't make sense of what I was seeing and I wasn't entirely sure I wanted too.

Kayen moved beside me, her voice soft and sugary sweet. "She's forsaken you." She said softly. "She's moved on with another. He makes her happy, he doesn't force her compliance." A smile stretched across her beautiful face.

"He allows her to be true to her nature. She is free." She said.

I knew now what I was feeling, what I was seeing, I also knew it was true. Cole was no longer with me, she'd left me to rot in Hell, to be tortured until I gave in. Until I became the very thing I'd spent my entire life hunting. A monster, a demon, a straight up killer.

I swallowed thickly as a tear leaked out, and from the heat all around me, it burned a fiery trail over my skin. It would be the only tear I would shed, I would hold out as long as I could, then I would become one of them.

No longer able to depend on the only person I had believed would never turn their back on me, I resolutely faced the depraved scene in front of me. And prepared myself for whatever torture Karen had devised for me this day. I would stand as long as I could, then I would finally succumb to the depravity, sickness and cruelty that had surrounded me for the last century.

Cole's POV

New York

I moved into the storage unit easily. It had been a while since I'd been here, but I felt confident with the general layout of things. Besides I was only here for one thing. Once I had it, it would be time to go to Hell.

I moved to the bookcase housing the curse boxes, spying the long rectangular one housing the demon killing knife. I brushed the dirt off of it, taking a minute to steady myself. It was finally happening.

I lifted the lid, and grasped the hilt of the knife. I fought to contain my grin and the giddy head rush I was currently experiencing. John, baby. If you can hear me, I'm ready, it's time. I'll have you out of there by morning. I said confidently. At this point I had no clue if he could even hear me anymore we'd had no contact for a while.

It didn't matter, I knew what to do now. I was ready. My phone rang, and I flipped it open expecting to hear Jefferson's voice on the other end telling me he'd completed the sacrifice. "Is it done?" I asked completely absorbed in my mission.

The voice I heard on the other end of the line wasn't Jefferson's arrogant English accent. Instead my dad's gruff voice sounded on the other end of the line.

"Cole, Sam is dead." With one small statement my entire mission changed. I was headed to Sioux Falls.

Author's Note: I know so everyone thought I was dead! Surprise! Hope you guys liked it and hopefully Chapter 18 won't take a year to post! Who caught Dean's amulet being in Patrick's Journal? What did you guys think? How do you think the next Chapter will play out? Keep and eye out for Belladonna78 to update To Hell and Back! Adios Lovelies!