Destiny ~ Dean Winchester (love story), part two

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xAngie POVx

I felt the other me spreading inside of my mind, felt her expanding into her righteous space and I've begun to shake, the photos falling to the ground. My body was fighting a maelstrom of emotions and memories that have once been mine, that were coming back to the surface.

I didn't remember closing them in the first place but slowly my eyelids fluttered open. Silence exploded coating mouths and walls and the infinity inside my brain. It hung in the air cloaking everything for all of two seconds. Then shouts screamed a million sounds. I tried to count them all and my head spun, swam away. My heart was pounding hard and fast in my chest, recklessly shaking me, shaking my hands, ringing my skull. I recognized the smell, the air was dead, everything was toxic and-

I was in Hell, in my cage. Over pierced and muffled screams I could hear the conversation next to me. 

"Here we go again, pretty boy. Join me or suffer. What do you say?" Alastair was cruel, even for a demon, especially in his sadism. The more pain he could deliver, the happier he was. There was no reason that this man wouldn't take the deal like thousands before him had. 

"Fuck yourself, Alastair." At first I thought I did not hear the man right because God, he had been tortured for an eternity now but no, Alastairs angry expression let me to believe that someone actually resisted him. Ha, I loved that man. Under different circumstances, I would've wanted to be his friend. It was a strange thought, irrational because this was where I was now, this was to what my being was reduced to, there were no friends in Hell. That man was as doomed as I was, no matter how much he resisted.

"As you wish, Dean.", Alastair finally announced and I knew, just knew it in my bones that I'd never forget his name and I'd never forget him. Dean.

The scene changed fast, magic, like magic and Alastairs hands were on me, and I exhaled, because there was no need to panic because this was Hell and I was here and Len, she wasn't.

"You're worthless, Angelia." But she wasn't. My beautiful sister deserved the world and that world hadn't deserved her. That was the whole point, the whole reason why I ended up here and why I'd never regret sacrificing myself.

"You're the most exquisite pet, Angelia. I have to admit, I'd never owned a Nephilim." He said it like he got himself a dog, a rare breed. This was all I was to him. But Len wasn't in Hell.

I didnt answer him and I knew it made him mad, it would make things worse and still I couldn't bring myself to. "Are you ready for your punishment, little monster?"

Ironically, Isabel had seen this coming all along. She had told me my whole life. Monsters get punished.

Alastair was so, so effective in mental torture and stress. He viewed torture as an exquisite art and enjoyed being patient. I was disgusted, so, so disgusted that I felt like I'd jump out of my own body, shed myself from the skin that he had touched. His fingers were cold, his movements mechanic and for no purpose other than his desire- Len wasn't in Hell.

This was my fault, really. I'd done the mistake to fall asleep and when I'd wake up, if I'd wake up- The terrifying thought that Alastair would touch me like this forever struck me like lightning. 

This would end, right? He'd have to get bored sometime and let me wake up again? He had other people to torture, to completely break their spirits and bodies apart?