Dean's heart pounded, the heat causing sweat droplets to form on his forehead. "What the hell?" he said out loud.

He was in a big, open, grassy field. "Croatoan" was sketched out right where he arose from, while a perfect circle of fallen trees surrounded him.

He couldn't tell where he was, and by the looks of it he was far away from civilization. Taking his coat off, he wrapped it around his waist and began walking in the opposite direction. He didn't understand any of this, but he was defiantly sure he wasn't in hell anymore.

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"AHHH please, please just stop." Sam begged, squeezing his hands in a fist.

"No can do kiddo, you made the deal, not me. This is what you had coming for you, and this is all you're going to get for well... forever. So you might as well get used to it."

Sam panted as another hook was placed in his other shoulder. He couldn't help but wonder if Dean had to go through all of this too. He hoped he hadn't, but knowing hell and being here for already a year, he was sure this had happened to Dean as well.

It dragged across his chest again.

"Noo! ple AHHH" Sam's breathing began to quicken as pieces of flesh were torn off of him.

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Dean walked down an empty road, nearing a small gas station. He was grateful he finally found civilization, because he seemed to be walking for hours, non stop.

"Hello?" His voice was still sore as he pounded on the door.

When no answer came, Dean rolled off his outer shirt and broke the glass. He reached his arm inside and turned the knob.

Turning his gaze to the right of him, he saw a fridge that held water bottles and other soft drinks. Grabbing the bottle tightly in his hand, he gulped down the cool liquid then grabbed another and did the same.

He noticed the newspaper that rested on the small counter and lifted it to his face. It read "Thursday, September 18th"

"September?"

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Sam was down to bone now, his skin practically all gone.

It dragged across him again.

"Pl-ease." His voice pleaded with exhaustion.
It wasn't as painful as it was before, it almost seemed as through time, the pain would go away. That is until he was restored, and all of his skin was put back. Then the pain came back, and was much, much worse.

He was really starting to miss Dean now. He wondered how upset he would be when he found out what Sam had done.

"Oh, Sammy, stop being a baby would you? I mean don't get me wrong, I love hearing you scream but I mean crying? Thats a little much, don't you think?"

Sam didn't reply, he was too tired.

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Dean splashed the water over his dirt, covered face and eyed himself in the mirror.

His black t-shirt stuck to him as he lifted it to no scars or wounds. It confused him as he pulled it back down.

He moved his shoulder near the mirror and rolled up his sleeve to reveal a dark, black claw mark. He gasped in pain as he ran his fingers over it.

Dean walked through the aisles, grabbing various energy bars and snacks in general. He stopped when he found the "Busty Asian Beauties" magazine and smiled as he dropped it in his bag.

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Sam was thrown back in the cage after being tortured for what seemed like forever...

"Hey, are you alright?" A quiet, calm voice asked.

Sam peered behind him. There sat a young girl, maybe 16 or 17. Her hair was stained with blood along with the rest of her.

"Yea, yea I think so. You?"

She shook her head slightly. "I'm not alright, I miss my mum." Her hands were clutched around her legs as she rocked back and forth.

"Why are you here? you don't seem like you belong here." Sam asked , studying the young, traumatized teen.

"I- I made deal a while ago. Why are you here?"

Sam laughed as he sat in the far corner, opposite of her. "Same reason actually, I wanted to trade places with my brother."

"Your brother was here?" She seemed confused. "Why would anyone want to trade places with someone in hell?"

"Cause he's my brother, and I love him."

"Oh, that makes sense... I guess."

There was a long moment of silence.

"What was his name?"

"Hhmm?" Sam asked, not realizing what she said.

"What was his name?"

"Dean, his name was Dean."

"Wait, as in Dean Winchester?"

Sam sat up a little more than before now.

"Yea, you knew him?" He asked, eager to distract himself from what he knew was coming to him later.

The girl shook her head again. "He was so kind to me." She smiled.

"I- I'm Emily"

"Sam."

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Dean wandered over to the cash register behind the counter. Pressing random buttons it finally opened and he began to loot the cash.

"Phone, I need a phone." he said looking around him.

He glanced out the window where he saw a pay phone.

"I guess that'll work." He said with a smirk.

He walked to the door and threw a quick glance around him before he made his way to the phone.

Dean pushed the quarters into the small slot until he heard a dial.

He began to dial Sam's number, but was then faced with fear when it said the number was out of order.

"Fine, Bobby it is."

He dialed another number.

"Yeah?" A stern voice said.

"Bobby?"

"Yeah?"

"It's me."

"Who's me?"

"Uhh, Dean. What do you not recognize my voice?" He chuckled into the phone.

There was a dial tone and Dean realized the line went dead. He huffed in annoyance and dialed the number again.

"Who is this?"

"Bobby listen to me."

"This ain't funny, call again and I'll kill ya."

Dean was just about to call again when he noticed a grey car out of the corner of his eye. His eyes lit up as he staggered over to the old, rusty car.

He got the car starting within minutes and pulled out of the gas station.

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TBC :D Wow thank you all so much for all the reviews. I appreciate it! Sorry again for any mistakes. Here's chapter 2