End of the Line (sequel to Broken Soldier)

Hold onto me

Bucky's POV

"So Bucky, I know this is kinda a bad question to ask right now. But what happened to you in hell?" Dean asked not meaning to hurt me in anyway.

My body froze, and I relived my time there. Azazel and a man named Alastair tortured me, Crowley gave me the winter soldier serum, and I got tortured some more. It was worse then I've ever experienced it. And I thought the torture I received from Crowely was bad. They killed me every single day, and I know what you're thinking. Oh, Bucks already dead, how is that possible? Well let's just say in hell, nothing is impossible. At the end of everyday, either Azazel would burn me on the ceiling, or Alastair would stab me until I was cold and dead.

I shook my head quickly of the thoughts, and breathed out, not realizing I was holding any air in. Sam gave Dean an evil look, and he grabbed my hand. I smiled at Sam, but it was one that didn't reach my eyes.

"Oh that doesn't matter. There's nothing to talk about." I played the dumb card, as if I didn't know what he was talking about.

"Buck, I've been to hell too. If anyone understands, it's me. Trust me, if you just hold it in, it'll break you. Sam and I are here for you." Dean tried to make me tell him. It wasn't going to work that well.

"I'm already broken, Dean." I whispered.

I lowered my head, and let go of Sam's hand. I grabbed my iPod that was on the counter, and the headphones that came with it. Dean tried to grab my wrist, but I was too quick, and I gained even faster reflexes from hell. I spun away, and grabbed his arm, twisting it back in the process.

"Don't touch me." I growled darkly.

I released Dean quickly, and ran out of the "bunker" even quicker. Literally, I was just raised from hell. They couldn't really expect me to talk about it so soon. I didn't talk about what happened to me as the Winter soldier for almost a year. What makes them think I'll talk to them about hell?

The fall wind was crisp and clear. I could breathe for the first time in six months. And it couldn't be more perfect. I was out of hell, and away from my least favorite demons. At least for now.

I put my headphones on, and Unsteady by X-ambassadors. Wow, how ironic. A song that describes my life so perfectly right now. I turned it up all the way almost, and continued down the wooded path. Eventually, I was going to have to trust the brothers. They were all I had left, and I couldn't just push them away.

I sigh heavily, and it escaped into the air. Every few moments, hell would pass through my mind. The cell, and the schakles, and the tools, and torture. I saw all of it, every time I closed my eyes. At first, as the Winter Soldier, I would see myself killing all those innocent people when I closed my eyes. And two people helped me overcome it, Chase and Logan. But they died seven months ago almost. How could I overcome hell without them? They were my rock.

Well guess who you have now? Two amazing guys who love you so much. I thought in my mind.

Sam and Dean Winchester. I thought again. You really think they wouldn't help you to the best of their abilities? They're going to help you, Bucky. You just have to let them in. I know it's scary, but they'll help you. And then you got Bobby and Charlie by your side too. And of course there's Luke. Your best friend next to Logan and Chase. Let someone in Hyland.

I was right. I had people standing behind me, ready to back me up at anytime. I couldn't loose them. So, I had to be honest with them.

Hold, hold on, hold on to me. Cause I'm a little unsteady, a little unsteady. Hold, hold on, hold onto me. Cause I'm a little unsteady, a little unsteady. Sam Harris, the main singer of X-ambassadors, sang into my ear.