50% of Heaven, 50% of Hell

Chapter 15: Half Demon

My body ached from top to bottom but my mind was clear. I sat up on the bed, looing first to Dean, then to Bobby, then to Rufus.

“What the hell was that?” Dean exclaimed, standing over the shards of desk. I never really noticed exactly how hot he was. I like the way his hair looks, like, messy styled, but not messy and not styled. It’s kinda really sexy.

I couldn’t help but smile. That went a lot better than I thought it would. My smile turned into a frown as I realized what I was thinking. The agonizing torture I went through ‘wasn’t that bad’. Somethings wrong.

“Do you think you can get to hell?” Rufus asks, remaining in the doorway. He must have taken cover while my body was slamming itself around everywhere. “Sam and Adam have both been down there before but it can’t be healthy for them to be alive and in hell.”

“I’m gonna try now I guess. You guys can, I don’t know. Look for Cas or something.” I oddly didn’t care whether or not they looked for Cas. Cas was a dick anyways. He’s so holy and uptight and boring, and he has been gone for so long I can’t help but not care. Closing my eyes, I just think ‘hell’ and immediately the air changes from the coolness of the bedroom to a stale, hot air. Opening my eyes, the bedroom melts in a millisecond and I’m standing in a long, dark Corridor, lined with torches and bars. There seemed to be cages surrounded by stone on either side.

I sigh before starting down one of the halls, ignoring the screams on either side of me. There’s nothing wrong with me, I need to focus on Sam and that’s what I’m doing. I can’t help but think that the way I’m thinking, while it seems perfectly normal to me, it also seems… different, and alien.

After an hour of turning down hall after hall, I’m finally sick of it. No doors, no windows, no old phones, nothing except the annoying moans on either side of me. I close I eyes again, this time picturing Adam in hell. I’ll get Sam later, Adam is more important to me right now. He has the answered I need.

The strange sensation of the corridors melting away to be replaced by a cave-like torture dungeon comes over me, and instead of terrifying me, its invigorating. It’s amazing, the feeling of being able to control where I want to go. I’ll have to practice it more later on when I have free time.

The first thing I notice is the long table covered in brilliantly shining knives and spikes and other beautiful littler torture devices that I couldn’t identify. The next thing, or rather, things, was Sam and Adam, strung up by chains on the wall. Two chairs sat in the corner, ropes and pieces of duct tape still wrapped around the arms. Adam is bloody and slumped over, unconscious, but it doesn’t look like Sam has been touched. Which means Adam’s injuries are from his previous visit with Crowley.

A strange part of me wishes I could have been there when Adam was tortured. Maybe not Adam. I just want to know how to properly interrogate someone. I shake my head, my first movement since I transported to the room. These thoughts were wrong, I can’t think like this. I don’t need anyone to torture anyone for me, I could have Dean do it. Now that would be hot. Definitely something I would like to see.

“Nevaeh?” Sam whispers from his awkward position on the wall. “What the hell? How did you-“

“I embraced my inner demon and Dean, Bobby and Rufus sent me here to rescue you guys.” Sam winces as he tries to touch the floor with his heels. Only his toes drag on the ground.

“I don’t know how you plan on getting us out of these. Crowley has the keys.” I walk to Sam and inspect the shackles around his wrists. Even though it seems like we are in a mid-evil dungeon, the chains are brand new and seem unbreakable. But I’m a demon now, this shit isn’t anything to me.