Memories of Old

Heaven and Hell (Part 3)

Hey guys I'm on an updating spree and I want to get a lot of it done to make you guys happy.
So without further ado here is the next chapter. And the song is for when Alastair is torturing the main character. I do not own the video tho, the credit goes to the creator please. And if you're squeamish of torture I suggest you skip past that to where the angels and demons fight. Enjoy 😁

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As always I'm stuck in the back of the car. With me is angel-without-power and demon slut. I'm by the window while Ruby's in the middle and Anna on the other side.

I can see from the corner of my eye Ruby watching Anna cautiously. Looking forward I see Dean watching from the rear-view mirror and suddenly laughs.

"What?" Ruby asked.

"Nothing. It's just hell-raiser, an angel, and a demon riding in the backseat. It's like the setup to a bad joke... or a Penthouse Forum letter."

"Dude... reality... porn." Sam tried to differentiate the two that Dean obviously got confused.

"You call this reality?"

A few moments later... a maybe long moments later– I don't know I wasn't paying attention, we arrived at the oak field.

"It's beautiful." I breathlessly took in this grand tree's appearance.

"It's where the grace touched down. I can feel it." Anna replied, looking my way then back to the tree.

"You ready to do this?" Dean asked her.

"Not really."

"Anna, what are we even looking for?" Sam wondered, staring at the size of the oak tree. The sky was seen through the little peeks of the branches and twigs. The light shone from the leaves and through them to the ground.

She put her hand on the tree trunk, "It doesn't matter. It's not here. Not anymore. Someone took it."

We head back to the barn next to my father's house as quickly as possible.

"We still got the hex bags. I say we head back to the panic room." Dean suggested.

"What, forever?" Ruby looked a little mad over his suggestion.

"I'm just thinking out loud!" Dean defended himself.

"Oh, you call that thinking?"

"Enough! Enough, enough, enough! We're not here to fight. We're here to try to not die remember?" I interrupted their little pissing contest. I rubbed my right temple with my forefinger and middle finger.

"Anna's grace is gone. You understand? She can't angel up. She can't protect us. We can't fight Heaven and Hell. One side maybe, but not both. Not at once." She glared at me with anger. I shrugged my shoulders and looked towards Anna who looked like she was gonna say something.

"Um... guys? The angels are talking again."

"What are they saying?" We all leaned to her, rising in our seats from the suspense.

"It's weird.. like a recording... a loop. It says 'Dean Winchester and Willow Singer gives us Anna by midnight, or..."

"Or what?"

A sudden look of alarm crossed her face.

"...or we hurl them back to damnation."

I froze. I can't go back there– I can't! I look back to Dean and see the same expression of mine. Fear. Pain. We can't go back. This will surely kill us... technically speaking.