Another Day in Hell

Falling From Grace (Deans POV)

I don't know how long it's been sense I've been in hell. I'm not sure how many times I've watch helplessly as Sam's died brutally in front of me. I can't even remember how many times I've been tortured and have "died" myself. But each time I have, I wake up for it to start all over again.

I'm being ripped apart by another demon yet again. It jams a hunting knife about the length of a ruler deep into my stomach pulling it to the right. I scream out as blood runs out of my mouth. "Oh don't cry little Winchester," it hisses to me as it pulls the knife out. I try to speak back, to tell him off, but all that comes out is the sound of me choking on my own blood. "Hahaha aww. Pour Winchester," he pressed the blade into my skin, drawing lines with it down my arms, "So helpless." He chuckled again. Oh god, everything burns. My breathing is becoming shorter. Too short. I can't catch my breath anymore. Here it comes. I wait for it to come, the death. But it doesn't. I lay there unable to breath. "Poor poor Winchester" he spits making a pouty face. Slowly he draws a heart shape around where my actual heart would be. I groan out, unable to scream, breathless. He finishes the heart and places the blade in the middle of it. Slowly he pushes down letting me try to get away, unable to because of the restraints. The edges of my vision goes blurry. After almost a minute of slowly pushing the blade in, he pulls it out, then thrusts it deep into my heart. I arch my back in pain. I wait for the sweet death. But it doesn't come. I watch in horror as he lifts the blade out setting it on the table next to him with a clang. I cough again, more blood poring out the sides of my mouth. Why am I not dying? Why am I not dead yet? He was about to take a smaller knife to my legs when there was a loud banging sound, like an explosive going off, right outside the torture chamber.

As my vision went from a red cover to black, I could hear the demons hurry into my room as if they were protecting me. Maybe this is a bigger demon that wants me for itself. I shudder and close my eyes, or at least I think I closed them. I don't remember. I lost time.

There was screaming. Then blackness.

The sound of wind came next. Like it was rushing past me. Again came the blackness.

Oh god the pain. It was unbearable. Blackness.

There was pain spiderwebbing up from my upper right thigh to my left shoulder. I was moving. But I wasn't moving on my own. Someone was carrying me bridal style. Whoever was carrying me must have been a really steady walked because I couldn't feel them going up or down with their steps. Maybe I'm just hallucinating and this isn't real. Why am I not coming back yet? Maybe this is just another form of torture... Oh dear god the pain. Blackness.

I opened my eyes, the pain was bearable but it was still there and still very pronounced.

"Dean! Dean! Wake up, Dean!" Someone shouts at me. "Sammy?" I reply thinking that I finally "died" and this was a new day. "No ,Dean!" The same person shouted again. It was a he. Definitely a he. "C'Mon!" There was another pang of pain across my cheek. I open my eyes just long enough to see a pair of blue eyes staring at me with a strange intensity to them. And then the blackness came again.