Rescued from Hell 3
Dean was cold, ice cold. Someone was cutting into his skin with a sharp ice cold blade. He hissed at the pain, they were cutting at his face, his neck. It could only be Alastair, only he would be so violent, so thorough, paying attention even to temperature. So cold in the face of hell. Soon he would douse him in fire and the contrast would put him into convulsions.
“You know how to make it stop,” Alastair told him but he had made it stop, hadn’t he?
“No, I… I did what you asked,” he had tortured every comer to stay out of this position how could he be back in it.
Alastair laughed, “You think you did enough? You’ll never do enough.”
Then Dean felt it, a hot brand pushed into his side, burning into him and he screamed but then he felt another from the other side. They were coming one after another and there was nothing he could do but try to dodge them, try to roll away.
The tires of a car squealed and he was thrown forward, then hands grabbed hold of his jacket and shook him.
“Dean, Dean!” Sammy’s desperate voice but Sam wasn’t in Hell. His eyes finally popped open and he was staring at Sam in the darkness of the Impala. They were pulled off the road in the middle of nowhere. Fields were all he saw in every direction other than the dirt road and an occasional stop sign. Sam slapped his face. “Dean, wake up.”
He hit him back, “I’m awake already.”
“You almost put us in the corn fields Dean, trashing into me. Look, we need to find a hotel room and you need to sleep. You can’t stay awake forever and I can’t drive with you like this.”
“I’m not fucking tired!” Dean realized he was angrier than he really should be, but there was nothing he could do about it. He couldn’t contain it and he couldn’t fight it. He wasn’t even sure he wanted to.
“You’re exhausted Dean!” Sam had his face in that expression which meant he was at the end of his patience. “This is not a discussion, first hotel I see I’m stopping.”
“You know how to make it stop,” Alastair told him but he had made it stop, hadn’t he?
“No, I… I did what you asked,” he had tortured every comer to stay out of this position how could he be back in it.
Alastair laughed, “You think you did enough? You’ll never do enough.”
Then Dean felt it, a hot brand pushed into his side, burning into him and he screamed but then he felt another from the other side. They were coming one after another and there was nothing he could do but try to dodge them, try to roll away.
The tires of a car squealed and he was thrown forward, then hands grabbed hold of his jacket and shook him.
“Dean, Dean!” Sammy’s desperate voice but Sam wasn’t in Hell. His eyes finally popped open and he was staring at Sam in the darkness of the Impala. They were pulled off the road in the middle of nowhere. Fields were all he saw in every direction other than the dirt road and an occasional stop sign. Sam slapped his face. “Dean, wake up.”
He hit him back, “I’m awake already.”
“You almost put us in the corn fields Dean, trashing into me. Look, we need to find a hotel room and you need to sleep. You can’t stay awake forever and I can’t drive with you like this.”
“I’m not fucking tired!” Dean realized he was angrier than he really should be, but there was nothing he could do about it. He couldn’t contain it and he couldn’t fight it. He wasn’t even sure he wanted to.
“You’re exhausted Dean!” Sam had his face in that expression which meant he was at the end of his patience. “This is not a discussion, first hotel I see I’m stopping.”