Hey folks! This is a real short one but let me assure you, it ain't at all sweet! ;) I hope you enjoy, not really sure when next update will be, a lot of things going on this week. But, then again, I may be inclined to write to get my mind off of life 'stuff'. I hope the next chapter will be sooner rather than later! Sorry for babbling... on to the Dean torment! :) P.S. Thanks for reading and following this story along! :D

"NO! I CAN'T GO BACK! God, please… not this, anything but this… it's all around us Sam, the whole place! I can't do this!"

"Shit. Dean, you need to open your eyes. Please dude, you need to look at me!"

"LET GO OF ME! AHHH! Stop! I… I can't… I made it out, you can't bring me back!"

"DEAN! You need to open your eyes NOW! Look at me! You are in the motel, remember?"

"Sam please! Let go of me, I need to… it's so hot… and so cold… the noise, don't you hear it? They're calling me Sam, the souls… they are…"

"Dean, sit down! You cannot leave!"

"Just watch me! Sam… I can't do this! I CAN'T!"

"You have to! There's nothing we can do to stop it. This is the last verse, you can do it. I believe in you. Please!"

"NO! Get away from me, let me go! Get your damn hands off of me!"

"Not gonna happen bro. Listen, you need to stay here, with me. You go out that door and Hell is just going to follow you. You need to stay here so I can help you through it!"

"You can't! Sam, don't you get it? The things… the things I did… "

"Dean, I'm sorry. I am so sorry. I… I wish I could take it all away, every last bit. But I can't. So help me, I just can't. But listen man, you are not back there alright? Anything you see? Anything you feel or hear? Not real and not happening. You are not in Hell, you are in some shithole of a motel with me. I'm not going to let them hurt you Dean, and neither are you. They are just images; memories."

"Sammy? I… can't hear you. They… they're in my head. Drilling into my brain. Can't you hear them? It's so loud. The souls Sam. All the souls I tortured, all of them, they are here screaming my name; they want me to pay for what I did. All of them. Every last one."

"DEAN! CAN YOU HEAR ME? C'MON BRO! DEEEEEAN!"

"Please stop! STOP! I… I had to. I couldn't take anymore, couldn't go on... dad, you were right about me. I deserved to be there. Still do."

"DEAN? What is it? What? WHAT? I got you man. You can feel that right Dean? My hand on your arm? Dean?"

"No… please… no… not again. Sammy please… don't let 'em burn me… DON'T LET THEM BURN ME!"

"Son of a bitch! Dean! YOU ARE ALRIGHT! YOU ARE NOT BURNING! Don't look at your body, look AT ME! That's it, can you hear me? Okay, that's real good."

"S'my… hurts so bad… my skin Sam, look, can't you see? It's… melting… it's dripping off my bones…"

"No it's not Dean. Look again, it's just your mind playing tricks on you."

"Wait, what the? Sam? Sam, my arm, it's… still there. I can't see the bone, it's… fine…"

"That's what I've been trying to tell you man, we are in the motel and you are having a bad, bad acid flashback dude. Try not to piss off any more witches okay? You… I'm just glad you're back man."

"Yeah, right. That stupid crone had a lot of ammunition to choose from I guess huh?"

"Yeah, Winchester curse strikes again."

"Got that right… oh…"

"What is it?"

"Tell me you can hear that Sam. Please… can you hear it?"

"Uh…"

"Frick. That means… it's still not over. But, it has to be! IT HAS TO BE!"

"Dean? Still with me man? This is getting kind of old man, I need you to give me a smart ass jibe or something. Please."

"No, it… it can't be…"

"What Dean? What do you see? Stop looking at whatever the hell you think is over there! DEAN!"

"You can't be here! You are DEAD! Alistair, you CAN NOT BE HERE!"

TBC... Thanks for stopping by, reviews would of course be AWESOME!