Hell on Earth

Chapter 1

The final chord of the invisible fanfare played and the hidden crowd watched as the game ended. We lost the match. It was over. Suddenly, there was no music or cheering, instead silence rippled through the air and into my ear drums. My heart pounded against my chest and I felt the blood pumping through my veins.

I remember the noise the ground made as it swallowed me and my brothers. I remember the way my skin felt against the burning cold metal of the cage and I remember the sound of the tortured souls trapped in hell.

But most clearly, I remember him. The way his eyes wondered across my body as I sat there, fixed into a crippled gaze, listening. His voice next to my ear added to the horrible screams, sending chills through my body. The worst part about it was that he was using Sammy for this torment, maybe thinking it would be more effective. It worked.

That was three months ago. In some miraculous way I survived the cage, so did Sam. I found out when I returned to Earth that Sammy had been back for over a year, which lead me to question why it took Castiel so long to drag me out. He said that I was 'heavier than Sam' and that he tired to say that in the most kind was possible.

Our half brother, Adam, wasn't so lucky. It's hard to think about him though. It's hard to think about anything with Lucifer creeping around in my mind. He found a way to attach some part of him to me, he's not real though, know that. It just feel so real.

The boys still don't know about this. It looks like Sam got out lucky, he seems normal- well as normal as you can get after being possessed by the devil and thrown into hell. He's trying his best, we all are.

After three months you may think I've found a way to block out Lucifer but he's strong, as he should be, he's Satan. I don't expect it to be easy. He's very annoying, always shouting in my ears when I'm trying to concentrate or singing god awful songs that get stuck in my head. Sam, Dean and Castiel are either completely oblivious of my issue or have noticed me acting strange and are plotting a plan to get me to speak.

I will tell them, just not yet. They already have enough on their hands as it is, Castiel is fighting the war up in heaven and Sam and Dean had family issues. Our grandfather was alive and well, from what I've heard he isn't a nice man, and he's working with Crowley to resurrect our dead mother. To add too this mess, Crowley is king of hell.

My problem seems mediocre at the moment compared to that, so I'm keeping it to myself for now. If they mention it then I'll tell them.

Another important detail in the lives of the Winchester Trio is that my older brother, Dean, got himself a girlfriend over my extended vacation to hell. Her name is Lisa, I remember her. I met her about 5 years ago on a hunt for the first time; she has a kid called Ben. I'm happy for Dean that he lived a normal life and got out of hunting. It's very rare that happens.

Both of my brothers have had somewhat of a success with it, I've never got to try it. Life hasn't worked out that way for me I guess, maybe it will someday but for now it's stopping the apocalypse. Ever since mum died in the house fire, it's been all work and no play.

Our dad, John Winchester, dragged us around from town to town. For the first ten years of my life I had no idea what my father did for a living, Sam and Dean did everything they could to keep me oblivious of the supernatural. However, on the night of my eleventh birthday Sam and I were sleeping in the crappy motel room that we called our home when a bloodsucker attacked.

I didn't die, obviously, but it was terrifying. I remember Dean busting through the door of the room and shooting the vamp in the head. Now we know that wasn't effective at all, it just made it angry. I don't blame him though. Dad then ran in and sliced the head clean off the creature, blood splattering all over me.

I didn't speak for two weeks after that, mostly from the shock of finding out that things that go bump in the night are very much real. John blamed Dean for what happened, which is bullshit, it was no one's fault.

As you may tell, the relationship with my father was brittle. We didn't get along very well. I was a rebellious child, always pulling Sam and Dean around to places when dad specifically told us not to move. When I was a teenager things got worse. Sammy was starting to disagree with dad too, we talked about going to college and running away from the family business, well he did. I listened.

College, I knew, was never going to be an option for me. I didn't have enough brain for that, I'm not dumb so don't get that idea. But out of Sam and me, he would definitely win for the best report card.

I'm like Dean, good at hunting. Him and I have stayed together all our lives, we have each other's backs. When Sam went to collage I felt so alone, for nineteen years we stayed together but then he left. That night dad got angry. Tears were shed, mostly from me but also Dean. He doesn't know that I saw him crying though.

Of course I was happy for Sam; he finally got to live a normal life. We called from time to time, I visited him too. Jessica was lovely. Never on a million years would I have expected to return to Stanford with Dean to tell him that dad was missing and then returning after a hunt to find my brother's girlfriend burning on the ceiling. Jess died the same way mum died, in the hands of the yellow eyed demon, Azazel. From that moment, I knew I had to kill that son of a bitch.

That was almost six years ago, now we've got bigger problems to deal with. Purgatory is on its way to be being opened by the king of hell himself, a civil war is taking place right now in Heaven and I've got Satan stuck in my head.

What could possibly go wrong?