"Sammy!" I shout stumbling to even get up. Am I still loosing blood? Why am I not dead? I try walking forward. Why can't I get to him? Sam's laying in a puddle of blood in the doorway of the room that I seem to be stuck in. Literally stuck in. I can't move. I look behind me. Why am I chained to the floor? "Dean!" Sam calls out gasping for air. I frantically pull on the chain as if in my state I could possibly pull a chain out of the floor. "Dean! Oh my god it hurts!" Sam yells out clutching his bleeding side. He's dying too, just faster. "Sam just hold on!" I scream back to him. I gave the chain three more pulls with all the strength I had left and to my absolute surprise, it disconnected from the floor. "I'm coming sammy. Just hang on" I say running, more like crawling, towards him. It might have been my imagination due to the impermanent feeling of doom wash over me, but the room was getting longer and sam was farther away from me, still dying.
I've been trying for what seems like hours to get to Sam. But I just can't. His breathing is becoming raged and very sallow. "Sammy don't you die on me!" I shout to him still struggling to get to him. "I'm sorry Dean." I hear him whisper out. I know he's dead. It's obvious but it just doesn't seem real. Almost like a dream- no wait, a nightmare.
"Sam!" I scream, tears pouring over my cheeks. "Sam..." I let the word out as a whisper, over and over again, as if it's a spell that could bring him back. The imaginary chain holding me just a few vital feet away from Sam's, now lifeless body, snaps like a rubber band letting me crawl towards him. I put my arms under him, pulling him into my lap, and I cry. I cry because of both the pain of watching my brother die in front of my eyes helplessly, and because of the pain coming from my upper ribs and from my waist down. Now that I'm starting to concentrate on the pain, it hurts like hell. Oh god it hurts. Why does this hurt so much?! I look at my side. Oddly not to my surprise, there's a knife jammed deep into my lower rib cage and my legs look like they were a dogs chew toy.
It came back in flashes.
I was laying there with a knife in my side and the hell hounds were ripping me apart. I felt as though I was on fire, every part of my body, ablaze.
Now I was falling, and falling hard.
I'm Dean Winchester and I'm in hell
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Another Day in Hell
Teen FictionThis story will feature a broken man and his angle. His name… Dean Winchester. Yes, this story does feature destiel but it will be mostly fluff and not that much smut. I hope you enjoy my first story. Lots of love.
