Two brothers by blood. Two sisters by chance. Both fighting for the same cause, they find themselves conjoined into the same twisted fate. Whether they choose to kill for it or to die for it.
I couldn't do anything. I couldn't scream, couldn't move, couldn't get help. I wanted to squirm my way over there and beat the shit out of Alistair's ass, but he wouldn't stop.
He was torturing Dean. He had been for the last 4 hours. And I've been crying, and screaming to stop. My eyes were bloodshot and I was sweating, my hair was sticking to my forehead.
"Well, Dean? How did you like that round?"
Alistair scoffed, and Dean didn't answer, he was half conscious I'm sure.
"Go to heaven you goddamn son of a bitch."
I was tied up just like Dean, only Alistair wasn't in charge of torturing me, aside from the mental kind by making me watch as he tortured my best friend.
"Now, Zeeriana. If you talk like that I'll torture him harder."
He taunted and walked over to me, he held up a knife to my face and I glared, spitting on him.
"Goddammit."
He cursed under his breath and walked off, muttering we'd continue tommorow. I glared, and turned my attention to Dean. He was out cold, and I yelled at him.
"Dean? Hey! Oh c'mon wake up... I don't know how long we can keep this up."
A few minutes later Dean woke up, and I hadn't realised he'd been crying. He had bloodshot eyes, and they were puffy. He had staggered breathing, and wouldn't even look at me.
"Hey? Hey hotshot what's wrong?"
He shook his head and looked at me, I could see how scared he was.
"Zee. I.. I had a nightmare. It was... I."
Dean wouldn't answer me, and I tried to break out of my chains or whatever the hell tied me up, thank God I'd managed to.
I walked over and grabbed Dean's face in my hands, I was glaring and had a stern expression.
"I am your best friend Dean and I love you, more than anything in this world or this goddamn universe, you hear me? You could never hurt me, and you can tell me anything. I swear with my life. Okay?"
Dean slowly nodded, and I smiled. Finally my persuasion abilities are becoming of use.
"The uh... The nightmare was that I spent to long getting used to hell, and I couldn't stop... Stop torturing your soul. I tortured souls and I liked it, Zee.... It was... it...Yeah."
I sighed, letting go of Dean and I avoided eye contact for a bit. He shot me a glance, probably wondering if I was okay.
My once happy, pleasing, soothing expression became sad and hopeless.
"It wasn't a dream Dean. For the last twenty years you've been torturing me. And I understood, I understand you can't stop it, I never told you because I didn't want you to be scared. I'm so sorry."
He was silent, his face was just pure... Pure guilt. I studied him for a second before his eyes began to swell with tears.
"I'm such a... A monster. I'm so goddamn sorry Zee."
"You know you'd never hurt me pal, ever. I've told you it a billion times but I'll damn well say it again. We're getting out of hell and we're doing it now. I don't give a rats ass if we're supposed to in one day, you hear? I'm going to be right back, I'm bout to show that son of a bitch Alistair some TLT. Tender lovin' torture."
Dean smiled, and I have him a quick kiss on the forehead, and he smiled, stifling a chuckle. Then I grabbed the best, worst, most painful weapon available, and went to find that dumbass.
*POV CHANGE: ALICE*
It was almost 4 in the morning, I'd stayed up nearly all night just binging shows and eating a shitton of food, Sam was up till about 2, he crashed on a chair in the kitchen of our apartment, which we'd moved into not long after Dean and Zee went to hell.
We moved in together, of course. And we're officially 'a couple'. With our siblings dead it was our jobs to take care of one another. Bobby called us occasionally, he asked if we still hunted. We don't. It doesn't feel right without our siblings.
I peeked into the kitchen to check on Sam, I lightly smiled, walked into my bedroom to grab a blanket, and wrapped it around him.
I then went to the bathroom to change into pajamas, but was surprised when Sam walked in yawning.
"sHiT SAm i'M In OnlY UndErWEaR-"
Sam quickly covered his eyes, and turned away.
"Yeah but when we go swimming you wear fucking bikini's."
Sam gagged and I rolled my eyes.
"Jesus man, fine. I'm changing anyway."
Sam uncovered his eyes, looked at me up and down, and stared.
"Would you cut the hell out dude?"
"Huh what?"
"You're fucking staring at all of me."
Sam's eyes widened and he started blushing crimson.
"Sorry..."
I laughed, then slipped on my pajamas.
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I walked over to Sam, and gave him a hug.
"UHHH. Thanks?"
"MMPH."
I groaned, it muffled because my face was buried in his chest. He chuckled, and picked me up bridal style, carrying me to my bed.
"What the hell Sam, I can walk."
"You're too tired apparently."
I rolled my eyes as Sam tossed me onto the bed, yelling when the force almost made me fall off. I scrambled back into bed and laid down. Sam just plopped himself down, wrapping his arm around the headboard and he yanked me close to him, it's how we always slept, I cuddled into his chest and he had his arm wrapped around me.
"When do you think Zeeriana and Dean are coming back Sam?"
I asked in a whisper, fluttering my eyes to keep awake, given I was exhausted.
"I honestly don't know Alice, I hope to God it's soon. It just... It doesn't feel right y'know?"
I nodded, and in a few minutes we'd both fallen asleep, just thinking about when they would, will come back.
