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Back From Hell	By : KagetsuAsame Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2622 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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I have this story completely finished and will be posting it in chunks since it is 33 pages long and over 22,000 words. Each -Break- constitutes a change in time, the focus being on Dean’s time in hell. I hope you enjoy this and please let me know what you think.
            It was dark and hot, the air was stagnant and smelled of decay. He could hardly breath as his fingers scrambled in the dirt, clawing his way up, chasing the fresh air he knew was just out of reach. He broke the surface, gasping for air. Dirt was caked under his fingernails, covered his clothes and skin. He gasped for breath, sucking in as much air as he could. His fingers grasped at the soft earth, he could feel a laugh bubbling up in his throat, he was alive. He slowly got to his feet, his head tipped back, his gaze settling on the night sky.
            "Sammy." His voice came out as a rough whisper, raw from disuse, "Really Sammy? You couldn't bury me somewhere nice?" He gazed down at the hole he had crawled out of, shoving dirt back into it with his foot.
            The forest he had been left in was leveled, a simple wooden cross marked his grave, just two pieces of wood nailed together. His brother had left him in the middle of a newly made field, in the middle of nowhere. The grass was illuminated by moonlight and in the distance he could see it reflecting off the roof of a building. It didn't take long for him to walk to the abandoned gas station and it seemed that luck was further on his side. There was a pay phone, a working pay phone. He could feel another laugh bubbling up in his throat, he could call Sam, they would be together. Sammy was going to shit himself when he picked up the phone. The phone rang, loud and clear, he drummed his fingers on the wall, waiting for his brother's voice to fill his ears.
            "Hello?" The sound of his voice was like a balm on his soul.
            It took him a moment to answer, "Sammy? It's so good to hear you." He swallowed hard, waiting for a reply.
            "Dean?" He said his name like a whispered prayer, "Oh, God, Dean! Where are you?"
            "Where do you think I am man? You left me in the middle of a God damn field!" He glared at the phone as if Sammy could see him through the receiver.
            Sam took in a deep breath, "I-I'll be there soon, just stay there."
            He grumbled softly at the dial tone, "Like I have much of a choice, bitch."
            He closed his eyes, resting his forehead against the telephone box, waiting for the telltale roar of his Impala, his baby. He had slumped to the ground sometime in the last hour, had lost track of time and yet he knew it had been hours before he heard it, felt the rumble in the road. As the sun was rising he saw it glint off the shiny black skin of his baby. She rolled to a stop, her growl dying as Sam jumped out of the car and ran to him. He stopped short, a silver flask in hand.
            "Well, come on, let's get it over with." He stood with a groan.
            "Cristo." Sam flicked his wrist, holy water splashed against Dean's face, making him blink.
            There was no sizzle, no flash of black eyes, "See, no demon here."
            Sam was on him in an instant, arms wrapping around him tightly, clinging to him, "God Dean, you're alive. I missed you, you have no idea how much I missed you. Don't ever do that again, don't you leave me."
            He gasped for breath, pounding on his back, "Shit Sammy, I can't breathe." He gasped out, wheezing slightly as Sam finally released him, "I'm hungry, let's eat!"
            Sam shook his head, "You just crawled out of a grave, we're not going into a diner with you looking like that."
            He sighed, rubbing his eyes, "Fine, but I'm driving." He pushed past him, running his hand over the hood of the Impala, "Hey, baby, the Sasquatch been treating you well?" He slid into the driver's seat, fingers sliding over the wheel.
            Sam pulled open the passenger door, slipping in and closing it behind him, "There's a motel in town, you'll know it when you see it. You can get cleaned up and then we'll get some food, anything you want."
            His fingers slid over the dashboard, taking in his car and ignoring his brother. He was more interested in re-familiarizing himself with his baby. He finally turned the key, letting out a pleased sound as she rumbled to life. The music sucked in his opinion but he remedied that quickly, jamming an AC/DC tape onto the deck, Highway to Hell blared from the speakers. His fingers drummed along with it, head bobbing as he pulled out onto the street, heading toward civilization. The hotel wasn't hard to miss, it was the same as all the others they had stayed in over the years. Sam got them a room and Dean spent the next half hour in the shower, basking in as much heat as he could stand. His skin was scrubbed red from soap and heat. When he stepped out with only a towel slung low on his hips Sam was waiting for him.
            "What do you want to eat?" He asked, tossing him a bag.
            He grabbed it, pulling out his clothes before stepping back into the bathroom and getting dressed, "Let's go Sammy, I want a big juicy burger." He rubbed his hands together, licking his lips.
            Every bite was savored, each taste of greasy cheeseburger was met with a low moan. He followed every third bite with four French fries dipped in ketchup. Sam watched him, shaking his head with an indulgent smile. The burger and fries disappeared quickly followed swiftly by the biggest piece of cherry pie they had. A soft groan escaped his lips, he was half tempted to lick the plate clean but he refrained, watching his brother with half lidded eyes, content and full.
            "What do you remember?" Sam finally broke the silence, gazing at him from over his half eaten salad.
            Dean closed his eyes for a moment, licking the remaining cherry juice off his lips, "I remember the hellhound and then nothing, darkness and dirt. I had to drag myself up and out." He paused, "I wish there was something more." He shrugged, "How long was I gone?"
            "Four months."
            "No wonder that was the best burger ever." He gave Sam a smile and a laugh, "Come on Sammy, lighten up, I'm back! We can get started again, do some good."
            Sam shook his head, "Relax first then we can find a new hunt. You just got back."
            Dean stretched, getting to his feet, "Alright, let's go back to the motel. Tomorrow's a new day!"
            Sam was asleep not long after his head hit the pillow. Dean wasn't so fortunate. He contented himself with sitting on the edge of his bed, gaze locked on Sam as his mind drifted.
-Break-
            Heat and sulfur surrounded him, seemed to seep into every pore. He coughed slightly, pushing onto his hands and knees. The rocks he had landed on were rusted red, the color of old blood. His face shifted into a scowl, there was no pain. He knew that hellhound had killed him, torn him up to drag him down, and yet there was no pain, no wounds. Slowly he looked around, pushing himself to his feet. He was standing on a raised platform made of bloody stone. A flight of stairs carved into the rock led down into the darkness. He was raised above the dark, the blackness stretched out around him, impenetrable. Slowly he made his way down, not wanting to stay in one place for too long. The smell of sulfur grew stronger the further down he went but he didn't stop. He had to get out of here, find Sammy, and right now the only way to go was down. A scream echoed through the cavern as he took the last step, his body jerked, eyes going wide. He should have expected it, this was hell after all, why wouldn't there be screaming?
            "Isn't it a lovely sound?" The voice was soft, low and dark, like chocolate.
            He whirled, facing the owner of the voice. The man who stood behind him was dressed all in black, wearing pressed slacks, shiny black shoes, and a black turtleneck. His skin was pale, his features plain, nondescript, with ebony hair and pure white eyes. White eyes, no pupils, no iris, just an empty gaze, it unnerved him.
            "Who're you?" He swallowed hard but stood straight, eyes locked on the demon before him. He held himself tall, proud, "What do you want?" He was immediately on the defensive.
            "Dean Winchester, I've been waiting a long time for you." He smiled, that smile made a shiver go up Dean's spine. His smile was one of nightmares, of serial killers, and murderers, "My name is Alastair, welcome to hell."
-Break-
            Dean had been asleep for a couple hours when there was a knock at the door. He made it out of bed before Sam, his gun in hand. He kept his weapon behind him as he cracked open the door. The woman that stood there was certainly unexpected.
            "Ruby." His voice was flat as he stepped aside, "Please, come in."
            She scowled at him but stepped inside, "Dean, you're alive."
            "Yep, pulled myself out of the ground good as new. What are you doing here?" He raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest.
            "I came to see Sam, I found a job for us. Certainly wasn't expecting you to be here though, how was hell?"
            He shrugged, "No idea, don't remember a thing. What's this job?" He asked, sitting down and poking the still sleeping Sam, "Hey Sammy, wakey, wakey! We have a guest."
            Sam let out a low groan, eyes cracking open, "Ruby?" He smiled at her, voice rough with sleep.
            She smiled in return, "I found us a job." She sat down on the edge of the bed, "It can wait if you want to spend more time with your brother."
            "Hey, I'm the one that told him we needed a hunt, he thinks I need recovery time. Honestly Sammy, I'm good. I'm not going to let a little lack of memory get the better of me." He grinned, "So, Ruby, what are we chasing down?"
            "There's a group of demons holed up in the next town over. I didn't stick around to ask about the end game but they're killing people, probably some of Lilith's." She shrugged, "Are you game?"
            Sam nodded, "Alright, you win. Let's get dressed and we can head out." He grumbled, rubbing his eyes and swinging his legs over the edge, getting to his feet.
            Dean was still dressed from the previous night so when Sam grabbed his clothes and went to the bathroom to change he was left with Ruby. She narrowed her eyes at him, her gaze weary.
            "You really don't remember anything?" She sounded suspicious.
            "I remember the hellhounds then crawling out of my own grave. So yeah, I really don't remember anything." He looked her in the eye as he spoke, his gaze sure and steady, "You been taking care of my brother?"
            She nodded, "Just trying to keep him on the straight and narrow."
            "Been doing a bang up job of it too I see." He paused, turning away from her to look at the curtained window, "How long did he look for me, try to save me?"
            She shifted, looking at his profile, "He never stopped."
            Dean could feel a broken laugh bubbling up but never let it pass his throat, "Come on princess! You're taking forever!" He got to his feet, pounding on the bathroom door, "Have to get your hair perfect? It's just going to get messy again when we get on the road." Sam grumbled, finally coming out of the bathroom, "You're such a girl."
            The trio set out, Dean behind the wheel with Sam in the passenger seat and Ruby in back. The demon gave directions, leaning forward to rest against the front seat. It was an old warehouse, Dean's thoughts immediately settled on the fact that it always seemed to be an old warehouse, it was like the demons and other baddies were drawn to them. Dean's fingers wrapped around the Colt, the familiar weight a comfort in his hand. He hadn't bothered to ask Sam how he got it back or where he found it, he was just happy to have it in hand.
            "How do we want to do this? You said a group, so there's more than one."
            "You two go in the front, I'll take the back." Sam's fingers closed around a shotgun. He pulled it free from its place in the trunk, snagging a few salt filled shells to go with it.
            "No way are you going alone Sammy. You think you can take them on your own?"
            Sam loaded his gun as he spoke, "I've got this. I've been doing fine on my own while you were gone. Trust me." He clapped him on the shoulder, heading away from the car and disappearing around the back of the building.
            Dean sighed and shook his head before pushing past Ruby and heading for the main door, "So much for trying to keep him on the straight and narrow." He kicked the metal door, hard, sending it crashing open.
            The Colt pointed steadily forward as Dean moved into the warehouse. Ruby followed close behind him, her dagger in hand. Their footfalls echoed through the room, towering shelves lined the walls, scattered through the warehouse creating perfect hiding spots if their marks wanted to utilize them.
            A voice echoed through the room from behind the shelves, "How'd you get out?" It reminded Dean of a petulant child, "Alastair finally get tired of you? Let you off your leash?"
            Dean snarled softly, whirling to face the owner of that voice, "Hey asshole, why don't you come out and show yourself?" He held the gun steady as a young man, barely sixteen, came out from behind one of the shelving units.
            "Hello, Dean." His eyes were black as pitch.
            "I don't know who you are but I'm going to kill you." His finger squeezed the trigger, not giving the demon a chance to say another word.
            Ruby moved closer, "Alastair?" Hey eyes were narrowed to slits, "Dean, what do you know about Alastair?"
            Dean glared at her, "We've gotta find Sammy." He pressed forward, heading toward the back of the building, looking for his brother.
            He saw them, two demons and his brother, but he couldn't wrap his mind around what he saw. Sam had one of them firmly pinned to the wall, but not with his hands, with his mind. The other was on the ground, kneeling before his brother. Dean aimed, putting a bullet through the head of the kneeling one. Sam closed his eyes, holding his hand out, exorcising the demon from the one he had pinned, all without uttering a word.
            "And when were you going to tell me about this?" Dean growled, moving forward, waving the gun before him, "What the hell, Sammy?"
            "I've been practicing." He mumbled softly, his gaze flitting to Ruby before settling on the floor.
            Dean shook his head, letting out an exasperated sigh, "Sorry, sorry, I forgot I've been gone for four months." He turned away before whirling back, "But come on, this is huge!" He ran his fingers through his hair, tugging at it slightly.
            They stood in tense silence, the brothers staring at each other. It was Ruby who broke them out of it, "I'm hungry. Let's go get something to eat." She grabbed the two brothers, hooking her arms in theirs, and pulling them from the warehouse and into the street.
-Break-
            "We have all the time in the world." Alastair's fingers closed on his shoulder, "You see, Dean, you're special. It isn't every day I take on a new soul." He leaned in close, his lips pressed to his ear, "You and I are going to have a good time getting to know each other, inside and out." His fingers trailed down his stomach, feeling Dean's muscles tense under his touch, "The moment I saw your contract I knew you would be a challenge."
            Dean reacted, jerking away from the demon, "Hey, watch the hands man." He wasn't going to give this guy the pleasure of seeing him squirm, "So, you're the scary bastard that has all the little demons afraid of him? You don't look too scary to me."
            He chuckled softly in response, "We haven't gotten started yet, I wanted you to get a feel for eternity. A taste of what's to come."
            "And what exactly is coming? I thought hell was all fire and brimstone, blood and torture. All I've experienced so far has been a bunch of rocks and a couple of screams." He paused, "Can't forget being felt up by a demon."
            The laugh that escaped Alastair's lips sent a shiver up his spine, "We will do a lot more than just, 'feeling up', as you put it." He turned away from the newly arrived soul, "Come." He started walking.
            "Like I'm really going to go with you, no thanks. I'm in hell, contract fulfilled, now I'm getting out of here." He turned the other way, walking away from the demon.
            Laughter echoed around him, sinking hooks into his brain, "Oh, Dean, we could have done this the easy way but I can see that you want to make this difficult." Alastair's form seemed to warp and shift, no longer the nondescript face, it was something darker. He moved forward, "We are going to have such fun."
            Alastair was darkness, he was everything and nothing, he filled the room and yet was no where. Dean felt him, surrounding him, the smell of sulfur sank into him, into his soul. He screamed as Alastair sank his claws into him, a hook spearing slowly through his shoulder. His fingers scrambled at the hook, his blood pouring around it, making it slick. That laughter surrounded him again, spurred on by his screams as more hooks sank into his flesh, his wrists, his side.
            "You're going to be perfect spread out on my rack." Alastair's form solidified into that same nondescript form he held when he first saw him, "When you wake up we will begin." He kissed his cheek, chuckling softly as Dean's world went black.
-Break-
            "You let Ruby teach you. You let her mess with your head." He shook his head, "Why Sammy?"
            They were back in their motel room sitting across from each other, one on each bed, "I had to. I needed you, needed to find you, and she was there for me. You're my brother, Dean, and I need you."
            Dean closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath, "I get it, I need some air." He stood, stepping outside.
            Ruby was waiting for him, leaning against a support beam, "You're not Dean, are you?" Her eyes were narrowed, taking him in.
            "Do I look like a demon? Of course I'm me. Sam tested me when he came to pick me up."
            "I don't know what you are but you're acting...off. You are way too accepting of me being around, of teaching Sam." She paused, "Lilith wasn't the one with your contract, was she? That demon in the warehouse, he knew, Alastair."
            "I don't know what you're talking about." He crossed his arms over his chest, "Sorry Ruby but hell is one big black spot in my memory and I'm happy about it. You said hell sucked and I'm glad I don't remember it."
            "How did you get out?" It didn't seem as though she believed him.
            "No idea, but I have a handprint on my shoulder and no idea how it got there."
            "How did you know it was me?" She stalked forward when he didn't answer, "Tell me Dean, how did you know it was me?"
            He shrugged, "I just knew. I don't know, what does it matter?" His voice was raised, angry.
            She moved to stand toe to toe with him, "I don't trust you, you're hiding something and I'm going to find out what."
            As she turned to walk away Dean let out a grunt of pain, falling to his knees, his palms pressed to his forehead. He fell forward, pressing his head to the pavement. Ruby took a step toward him, a look of worry spreading across her face.
            "Ruby." The voice was low and rich, drawing her attention away from Dean. The man who stood there was tall, had light hair, and was dressed in an impeccable suit, "How long has it been?" He chuckled lowly, moving to stand beside Dean's body, his fingers sliding into his hair, "It seems like you are just full of questions tonight, aren't you?"
            She held her ground, "Alastair."
            He smirked, pulling Dean's head back by his hair, "You could cause me some problems with all of your questions." The fingers of his free hand traced over Dean's lips, down his throat, "We just can't have that, now can we? You see, Dean here is mine. He doesn't fully understand right now, he's just not himself lately." He mocked, his hand trailing over Dean's shoulder, sliding his shirt down, revealing a swirling black mark. It seemed to shift and slide under his skin, "Do you understand, Ruby?"
            She swallowed hard, her gaze locking on the mark, "I-I think I do." She looked up at him, "What did you do to him?"
            He burst into laughter, tossing his head back, "It has nothing to do with our current situation." He gently stroked through Dean's hair, letting him rest against his legs, "Right now it is imperative that you do not reveal Dean's situation to anyone. Your suspicions are to be kept to yourself. If you fail then I will know and it will be you strapped to my rack."
            She swallowed hard, nodding, "I understand."
            He smiled, almost sweetly, "Good." The mark seemed to disappear under his fingers, "When he wakes up he's not going to remember I was here. He knows what he's supposed to do, you don't have to worry about that, just stay out of my way." He gave Dean's hair one last stroke before stepping back, watching as Dean fell over, limp on the ground.
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