Our Pasts - Supernatural

Chapter 14

"Dean? You gotta take a break, dude. She's not gonna come back."

I threw a beer can at him.

"Shut it Sam! She will come back. I just gotta find a way..."

I've become even more aggressive, secluded. Been drinking, not sleeping. My head hit the desk when my arm fell asleep and it started to hurt. I just wish I knew a way...I fell asleep. It was half-past midnight when I woke up.

I got into the car and drove to a crossroads. I put the things needed to summon a Crossroads Demon in the center and set a trap.

"COME ON OUT HERE, YOU SON OF A BITCH! WE NEED TO TALK!"

"Squirrel. No need to shout." I looked behind me to see a smug smile on that dick Crowley's face.

"Crowley. I need a way to-"

"Get your girl back. I know."

"I need a way. All the angels up there are gonna kill her!"

He smirked at me and slowly walked towards me. "Dean, Dean, Dean. If only you knew..."

"If only I knew WHAT!?" I yelled as I pressed an angel blade to that son of a bitch's throat.

"Huh. You don't know, do you?"

"ANSWER ME CROWLEY!"

He raised an eyebrow. "(Y/N)'s in hell."
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Original P.O.V

You screamed as Rowena cut your face yet again with a dagger.

"Tell me where they are, girl, and I'll stop." she told you.

"N-never, you bitch." you choked on your own blood.

"I'm tired. I'll come back later, and maybe then you will...cooperate." she grinned and walked out.

You were bound to a chair, and were being tortured 24/7 by that witch Rowena. She's always asking the same thing: Where are the Winchesters? You looked around.

"HELP! ANYBODY?" you coughed. No use. You were gonna die in hell.
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Dean's P.O.V

"What do you mean: '(Y/N)'s in hell.'?" I asked, pushing the blade deeper into his throat, seeing little beads of blood forming at the top.

"She's being tortured by my bitch mother. I will grant you one free trip to hell, only to get her back."

"W-what's the catch?"

"No catch, Squirrel. Only a trip with a plus-one on the way back."

"Take me there. Now."

"You may regret it." he waved his hand and everything turned black.
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I woke up being prodded by a demon.

"Hey, Dean." I looked up. I was in shackles and I saw Meg weakly smiling at me.

"M-meg? What're you doing alive?"

"Heh. I guess Crowley got me outta Purgatory just to torture me for fun...why're you here?"

"My girlfriend is being tortured down here too."

"Wait, is she this kinda muscular (Y/H/C) haired girl?" how does she know what she looks like? Unless...

"Yeah...why?"

"She's tortured all day, everyday by that woman. I feel for you."

I yanked at the shackles, which suprisingly came loose.

"Wait, do you want to get out?"

"Hell yeah."

I yanked at her chains which also broke.

"Thanks, Superman." she chuckled.

"Come on, we gotta go find her." I was about to continue when I heard a scream.

"Rowena must be back." Meg said. I started running in the direction of the scream when I heard it again. I ran faster. I ran into a room where I saw (Y/N), cuts all over her face, strapped to a chair with Rowena bearing down on her.

"I will ask again. Where is Dean Winchester?" I decided to speak up.

"I'm right here, bitch." she looked over.

"Hah. Here he is. You pulled one of my favorite people out of hell."

"Who, Bobby?"

"Hmmm...yes. I loved to torture him with demon versions of you and Sammy boy. Then you took him away..." she made a fake-pout face.

"Let her go."

"Let me think.....hmmm - no!"

I acted and punched her in the face. She stumbled back, holding her nose, and I grabbed the knife on the table and cut (Y/N) free.

"D-dean..."

I picked her up and ran out.

"CROWLEY!" and just as soon as I yelled that, I found myself on the couch in the bunker next to a very tired (Y/N).

"Dean? What're you-"

I held a finger to my lips and indicated to (Y/N), who was fast asleep on my chest, breathing lightly.