The Winchesters, Heaven, and Hell (Supernatural fanfic)

Chapter Thirty One - Dream

I run out. Unable to think. Unable to do. I just killed a girl. What the fuck is wrong with me!. I run all the way to Bobby's not caring that it was only 10am. Not caring that they would kill me on sight. I needed to die anyway. I just don't want to hurt anyone else.

When I burst through the door, a number of guns are aimed at me, then a "What the hell?!" As i walk though and lie on the sofa, sobbing. I hear a crowd gather around me, but i don't care. I killed that little girl. I killed their sister.

I hear someone kneel down beside me, "Hey." says Dean's rough voice, soothing me. "Its okay. What happened?"

I peak at him, then go back into a sob. I hear a sigh. "She wont be able to talk about whatever it is for a while. Lets just get her a beer." I hear Sam say.

Then i hear Dean stand up, and walk over to someone. "Sam, are you sure? She-" he whispers, thinking i cant hear, but he gets cut off by Sam.

"Dean, look at her. If we're going to accuse her of anything, at least make it so she can see right." I can almost see Sam rolling his eyes.

"Fine." I hear Dean mutter, walking away. I can hear Sam linger for a second, before following him out of the room.

I drift into a sleep, not able to stay awake forever, and dream ~

I sit up, watching Lucifer try to attempt to torture something. I role my eyes, laughing, and get up. "Oi! Lucy! You're doing it wrong." I say, coming over to him, glancing at the human thing. She cries on the floor, clinging onto a baby child. 

He sighs, frustratingly. "Aria, she's hurting, that means I'm doing it right."

"No it doesn't" I snap back. "They scream for anything scary. Let alone us." I move in front of the woman, snatching the knife. "Okay. This is how you do it." I say, taking the baby from her. "You can't torture someone who has nothing left for you to take away." I smile, then slit the skin of the baby, keeping it alive. The woman screams out for it, begging for me to stop. I wince as the baby cries, covering my ear with the hand with the knife in. I sigh, keeping eye contact with it, and make it shut up. The woman calms down a little when she doesn't hear the child cry. I smirk at her weakness of love for her child. 

"You can't torture someone who has nothing left for you to take away..." Lucifer repeats, slowly. "How do you know these things." He looks at me. 

I role my eyes, turning to him. "Lulu, it all takes logic. If you think about the average human, most of its emotion is love. There are others, like anger, hate, sadness, and jealousy, but the one that you can rip away is love for their friends and family. That causes the most hurt. Its all about the love Lucifer." I smile, "Rip away what Daddy created them with. I guess that would hurt. A lot." I smile, giving the baby to Lucifer, and coming to crouch down in front of the woman. "The next pain that you could do is probably to their sole." I keep eye contact with her, and a second later, she's screaming on her back, "To make sure they're never sane again. Never know how it feels to be normal. If they remember the torture, they wont even be able to stand up straight." I smirk. "Unless they're special for some reason." I stand up, facing him. "The last type of torture is the damage physically. I take the knife, and bend down to where she's lying on the floor. I stab her in the sholder, and she screams out in pain. "This, if you have the body, is the most fun." I smile, going towards him, and handing him the knife. "Now try." I say, and sit on the wall where i had just come from. I watch as he desends, torturing the inoccent little baby, and the woman watching.

I awake, sitting up only to meet a face. I gasp, amazed at what the dream was about. A tear runs down my cheek.