"I guess I'll be seeing you around?" I asked Dean Winchester, he smirked, those green eyes twinkling. "Sooner than you think, Lynn." He finished off his beer and walked out with his brother, Sam, to their 1967 Chevy Impala. I smiled as I heard AC/DC fading away, knowing that the Winchester brothers were off on a new case. I turned around to head back upstairs, I freeze in place as something from my worst nightmares is standing in front of me, even in all my years as a Hunter, I couldn't stop the sheer terror that coursed through me, "Hello, Ashlynn Connor. Enjoy Hell..." Those were the last words I heard be fore being sent to the place of no escape. "DEAN!!! CAS!!! SAM!!! HELP ME!!!"
I am currently in Hell, population: who knows how many... Dean was right, Hell is a bitch, the pain is indescribable, the suffering, torture, and torment seem never-ending. Each day felt like years, I was ripped apart, then put back together again, only to have the same excruciating process repeated the next day, but one day was different from the rest. Castiel... he fought his way through Hell to come down and pull me out. "Cas!!!"
Coming back to Earth, my vision is blurred, I can see the faint outlines of Sam and Castiel, Dean is the closest, he is cradling me in his arms, telling me everything is alright. I gently touch the place where Castiel had his grip on my arm, a sharp pain shoots through me, sending my mind into sleep. I can faintly hear Dean singing, "Dean..."
"Shhhh, just rest...."
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Pulled From Hell
FanfictionAshlynn Connor is a Hunter, she is a great friend of the Winchester brothers and Castiel, but when she gets pulled into Hell, things go completely wrong. Castiel pulls her out, but will things ever be the same?
