To Hell & Back {Dean Winchester Fanfiction}

Chapter 11

"Did you even sleep any last night?" Dean asks me, looking over at me concerned. I shake my head as I stare out the window. We are driving around West Virginia until we can find Sammy.

"You didn't sleep the night before either, the only rear you've gotten is when you were passed out," Dean adds, I just shrug my shoulders.

"What's going on? I'm worried about you," Dean asks, I take a deep breathe before explaining.

"I can't sleep. Every time I close my eyes I see the face of the man I killed, I see the look in his eyes as the life left them, I hear the sound of his scream as I killed him. I see myself, ripping him apart, and it always all feels so real. I can feel the blood like it's actually there." I explain, trying to hold back tears, I feel a lump in my throat forming.

"And you wanna know the worst part?" I continue, "The worst part is, I have nightmares that i'm back in hell, and every time it's you torturing me, and it always feel so real. I have to wake up and look around to make sure i'm not back in hell, I have to make sure you're asleep and not torturing me." I finish explaining, warm, salty tears now streaming down my face. Dean pulls the vehicle over, turning it off.

"I understand you're upset you killed that man, but you did what was right, if you hadn't, he would have killed me, you were only protecting me. I'm not ever going to hurt you though, i'm never going to torture or purposely put you into any form of pain ever again. I can hardly live with myself knowing what I have done to you, I see you in my nightmares. I see myself hurting you, killing you, your screams haunt me everyday." Dean says, trying to keep himself put together, but I can tell he's being torn apart on the inside.

"I thought you wouldn't make that deal, but you did,"

"I know, and I regret it everyday. I don't deserve to live, I don't deserve to be here with you right now. What I did to you, to those people, it was a horrible thing. I use to be able to kill without caring, I never cared how many people I had to kill, now that has changed. I never stop drinking because it feels like a comfort to me. I know the pain those people felt, I felt it for so long, I was tortured in the same way, and for me to put those people through the same pain, kills me inside, and knowing it's still hurting you, still haunting you, makes it even worse, I don't even know why you've stayed by my side for so long, " Dean replies, looking down at the floor.

"I stay because we are better together. We understand a lot of each other's pain, we've been through so much together. We can help each other get through this. There's no other person I would want to spend my time with," I explain, causing Dean to look up at me with a small smile on his face, there are small tears waiting to escape from his eyes.

I get up, and move over to the driver's seat, sitting on Dean's lap facing him. I put my arms around him, hugging him. He puts his arms around me, I feel so safe in his arms. I hear a siren, and take my arms from around Dean, Dean keeps his arms around me. I look around and see a fire truck passing us, followed by a police car.

"We should probably follow that," Dean says, I sigh and move back over to my seat. Thanks alot firetruck for ruining the moment.

Dean starts the car, and we begin to follow it. It stops at a house, smoke is coming from the backyard, not the house. Dean gets out and motions for me to follow him, why must he be so nosey, it's probably a bonfire that got out of control. We walk to the backyard where all the policemen and firemen are going. There is a young boy, about 5 years old, strapped to a board. The board is consumed by flames, the boy screams as the flames burn away his flesh. The smell of burning flesh fills the air.

The bones in his arms show, as blood drips down from the fire. The screams stop, his hair catches on fire. The firemen get the fire put out quickly. On the ground is a message, written in what seems to be blood. It says 'We Know'. I look back up at the little boy, his body has been completely burned away from his ribcage down. I hear a loud scream and look to see a woman, dropping her bag of groceries.

"MY BABY!" She yells, running over to the burned body, placing her hands on his face. It's heartbreaking, seeing a mother lose her son in such a tragic way. A mother should never have to watch her child being burned to death. I turn around to ask Dean if we can leave, and just as I do I see Dean being pushed against a police car by a man in a suit.

"WHAT ARE YOU?" The man shouts at Dean, gripping the collar of his shirt. I stand in shock, unable to move not knowing what to do.

"It's just me, Dean!" Dean replies, the man throws water on dean, then cuts his arm with a knife.

"It can't be!" The man says, Dean says something but I can't hear him over the sound of an ambulance's siren going off beside me. The man lets go of Dean, then hugs him. After they hug, they both look at me. Its Sam, Dean's brother, the guy from the news. Sam holds up his gun, pointing it at me. My eyes widen in fear and I take a step back.
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A/N
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I'm thinking of writing a Castiel fan fiction soon, would anyone read it?

~Mandatha