How long we'd been here I had no clue, all I knew was that Dean and I were in so much pain that we didn't think it could get worse, worst of all, he'd heal us then cut and slice up again, it was terrible, I guess this was minor déjà vu for Dean, all I can do is hope that he's keeping it together, he and I, all we can do is pant and groan. I look down at myself, cuts and scars everywhere, forming some kind of sickly good looking body art. I imagine something similar is on Dean, and because I can't see what actually is on Dean and that makes it worse, terrible images come to mind. I guess that was part of his method, if you can't see what's going on to the other one, it tortures you cause you don't know how bad it is. What the brute had said earlier about the demon blood, still being replayed and relayed in the back of my mine cutting through me like a knife.
Dean's POV
All I could do was pant and groan, memories of hell flashed through my mind, torturing me, it's horrible. Then, because I couldn't see Sam I could only picture what the damn son of a bitch had done, the images themselves tortured me as well. I knew that what he said earlier was still eating at Sam. Torture really did really did brighten his sunshine, he's grinning like a maniac and bubbling with excitement. It could only get worse from here.
"Had enough? Aaaw, to bad, not, we got the cliché over with, let's get on with the more original stuff, ooooooh, what first? What first!? Hmmmmm, how about, a little, oh! But first, might I say that I'm really liking this body art you've got going on, where'd you get it done, must of been aaaaagony. Oh, wait, it was me." He taunts then laughs evilly. Sammy! Oh no he really was good at this, damn, not only does he mess with your body, but also with your mind and emotions. He observes, picks up the little things that could make you crumble. And he knows that because Sam and I can't see each other we don't know how bad it is, I can't help but picture what horrible cuts and markings are on Sam, I try to push the images away hoping that his aren't as bad as mine. I look down at my body, the sickly awesome looking painful body art, I have to admit, he has style.
"Hmmmmmm, um, I know! How about, we start at level two shall we? Let's make Dean, go back to hell, in-his-mind shall we?" Quanrus suggests
"Wait NO!" Sam yells as Quanrus mutters a curse and puts his hand out at my head. I'm back on the meat hooks and in the chains, at least, that's what I can see, but yet it feels like I'm in a sitting position, it's weird, oh no, here he comes, Alistair oh no,
"Deeeeaaan, my favourite chew toy." Alistair taunts,
"Just get it over with." I grunt.
Sam's POV
No! Not memories of hell! No! Behind me Dean was muttering someone like 'Just get it over with." Second later, he yelled, he screamed and cried out as though he was being tortured, but, Quanrus wasn't cutting him again, he was standing in front of me, smirking at me, daring me say something, I just glare at him,
"What did you do to my brother!?" I growl dangerously low with all the strength I could muster,
"You're brother is just taking a trip down memory lane, in his mind, in reality, he's still sitting behind you oh yes, but, what he can hear, smell, see and feel, is what happened in hell." He taunts with and evil grin,
"So, now he thinks he's in hell!?" I ask wishing that none of this is real and that the trickster is messing with me again, at least he made it quick and easy for Dean, maybe, maybe this was just the trickster messing with me, please let it be that, please, please let none of this be real.
My POV
I look at the clock again, it's been more then an hour since they left, maybe more, but I can't help but have a bad feeling about his whole situation. I pull up my hood, get out my black, fingerless gloves and put them. I put my hands in my pocket and head out the door, my sunglasses, I put them on, that's better.
I walk in the police station calmly and take off my hood as soon I get inside, I mean, I'm already getting suspicious looks from wearing the jacket itself and the gloves, I mean, I have some sense of what is appropriate for wearing around police, I'm not naïve, anyway, I calmly walk up the the front desk.
"Excuse me officer- but I'm looking for some FBI agent, have a couple come through?" I ask,
"Uuuum, might have, you'll have to be more specific ma'am." The same police officer that talked to Sam and Dean said, "And why would you be looking for these two agents?" He adds suspicously,
"Well, you see, I'm kinda paying off a dept, I help them out, and between you and me..." I gesture for him to lean closer, and he does, "One of them could ditch the uniform and be a man model, the shorter one." I continue,
"Oooooh them, why do you owe them? And the other one that is huge? To be honest, he scared me." He explains then continues, I guess I gained his trust, "They asked about a case that's nothing like we've ever seen, did they tell you about it?" He asks,
"They told me what case, just, they never got to tell me what they found here." I inform,
"Oh, I see, um, right this way miss?" He informs then stops waiting for me to say my name,
"Wethers, Crystal Wethers." I introduce,
"Crystal, nice name." He compliments,
"Thanks." I reply with a small smile,
"Oh, and, I will warn you, what you're about to see, is pretty disgusting." He continues,
"Lovely, well, thanks Mike, it says on the badge, I'll be ok from here." I say as we approach the door to the morgue. He nods and walks off.
As soon as the door opens I know what I'm in for, I can smell it, the poisons, witchcraft and the smell of rotting flesh and organs, good thing I kept that peg which is now on my nose so I don't, puke...puke! After coming here they probably needed to puke. I walk out and thank Mike. I walk down the street until I come across some public toilets, wait, something's wrong, where's the Impala? It should at least be nearby.
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Author's note: Heeeeey guys, sorry haven't updated, been distracted and stuff and plus, editing, well sorry my editing is slack but ain't nobody got time for that, so deal with it
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