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A brave man once requested me, to answer questions that are key. Is it to be or not to be?
And I replied 'Oh, why ask me?'
It had been quite some time since Dean Winchester had been apart of the impossible and that, in particular, was him getting dragged out of Hell by an angel. Though that happened to be quite some time ago, flashes... images of those four months in that demon thereabout had been haunting him non-stop. It didn't precisely bug him immensely, but over the past few days... nothing would happen to him. Not anything... maybe he would feel like passing out a few times, but that was just about it. Though he noticed a few unusual traits about himself that he knew Sam and Bobby noticed, too. He wouldn't eat as much... he wouldn't sleep as much... something was bugging him and he was damn sure those two were getting worried and suspicious. It was like when he first crawled out of the pit. Amazement and disbelief would fill the air between all three... now it was deja vu all over again. Dean and Sam had just finished a job and they walked into the motel room, gathering their things to try to head off tomorrow and that's when Sam finally started to speak up.
"What's gotten into you?" the younger brother asked. All it received was a confused look on Dean.
"What do you mean? Nothing's wrong with me, Sammy. I should ask you the same thing..." he trailed off with his last few words, and he received Sam's own look in response.
"Dean... something is wrong with you. Me and Bobby have noticed. Please... tell me... we're worried-"
"I've been feeling weird lately, alright? Like something is wrong... that kind of feeling. The feeling like... something is going to come after me.. I've been feeling kinda.. sleepy dizzy over the past few days and honestly, I don't know what's causing it." the older Winchester sighed heavily, sitting down on the edge of the bed as he lost contact with Sam's worried stare.
"You don't think..." Sam trailed off quickly, fear arising in him to say the rest of his sentence. Though his anxiety only led to Dean giving him a hard glare. Sam quickly noticed and continued his sentence in almost a hushed whisper, "Hell is coming back to haunt you... I mean... you were in there for four months... you.. could have been turned into a demon..?"
"We've been over this, Sammy. We know I'm not a demon, it's all set and stone. Maybe I'm just coming down with something..."
Sam walked back and forth across the room, the nervousness beginning to arise in him. He knew Dean couldn't have been affected by anything Supernatural-like, their missions haven't really been connected to them. Overall, he should be the one doing this. But it was his bigger brother, Dean, instead. Sam looked over at Dean, who apparently had laid down on the bed. He was sure the guy was tired, alright. Sam walked over to the table, picking up Dean's car keys and he held them up, showing Dean he was going out, "I'm going to go get you some meds. And food. You'll have a nice dinner and then it's sleeping pills for you, got it?"
"Yes, mother," Dean grinned at his little brother, and it only received a laugh with a pair of rolling eyes.
"Don't stress yourself, Dean. And don't do anything stupid while I'm gone." Sam nodded, and Dean understood. The younger Winchester headed over to the door and opened it, and he stepped out and carefully closed it after him. Dean stared at the door for a few moments before letting out a heavy sigh, an he brought his attention up to the ceiling. After what seemed like hours of letting his mind wander all the way to when he was a kid- something strange began to happen. Maybe it was just because he was sleepy, but he could see all the things around him slowly fading to black. He sat up on the bed, rubbing his eyes before he noticed this wasn't going away. Was he passing out for some reason? He stood up, and all around him... walls, ceiling, floor, furniture... they all turned pitch black. After a few more moments, that's when he realized he wasn't fading, either. Something strange was definitely happening... and he didn't know what. He reached in his jacket to find the knife that could kill demons still intact with his pocket, and he hoped to keep it that way. He walked through the pitch black area, and he walked... and walked... and walked... it seemed to never end. Then, it started to become hotter and hotter. He took his jacket off but held the knife close... maybe this was a demon's doing? He looked around once more, and when he looked behind him- that's when he saw him.
No... that's when he saw it.
Dean backed up a bit, observing what the hell was set in front of him. It looked like a tall man, but he had very pale, blue skin and long, black hair. His eyes were piercing red, almost like a crossroad demon, but the pupils remained black. He had some weird black birthmark along the side of his face, and he wore weird armor. Silence filled the room as Dean tried to analyze what this thing was- but this "thing" broke that thinking process.
"Runt-"
In an instant, Dean wasn't going to put up with this guy's bullshit. Maybe it was a demon- and if it was- the knife could help him. He ran up to the thing and stabbed him right through the "scarf" he was wearing, thinking it would be easier to avoid the armor for now. Though the Winchester's eyes widened as he noticed the purple smoke coming from the other being, and eerie laughter filled that pitch black room like the nails on a chalkboard in a classroom. Dean took the knife out and slowly stepped back, dropping it as he knew it was useless. This guy didn't even flinch from it. For if it was anything else... it would be otherwise. Maybe a ghost? He bared his teeth.
"Now if you're done...." the creature stepped closer to Dean, and he automatically swung his fist at the taller being.
"Get the hell away from me, freak!" Oh, but it was too late.
Far too late.
The being had Dean three feet off the ground, and his tails made that happen. Struggle all he may, the hunter wasn't getting out of this one so easily. All he had were his feet for weapons, his hands were long out of the picture- and that's when it happened. He let out a painful scream as he could feel his wrists being slit deep, and he could already feel the blood being poured from them. All the scream did was make this being laugh, and quickly after Dean had his shirt ripped off of his chest.
"H-Hold on a second!" he protested, in agonizing pain, "Y-You kill me.... y-you'll-"
"Have an angel after me?" the man raised an eyebrow as he looked at Dean, who had a shocked face, "I know everything about you, Dean. I'm sure you get that a lot, though... so let's skip to the chase, shall we?" he grinned, and countless of hours went by.
Hours of pain... hours of screaming... hours of blood... hours of laughter...
All that was left of Dean was woeful emotions and various of cuts throughout his chest, his head, and three major ones across one side, through his back, and to the other. Bruises could be seen on the hunter, and blood pouring from his mouth as well. If he tried to talk- all that would come out was even more blood. Though his attacker was just enjoying the sight.
In a dark chuckle, he began, "I warned you, Dean. I told you to stay away. But your fear is far sweeter..." he licked his lips, letting his tails envelope around the poor human. Looking over Dean, he nodded... he was sure he got the point across that he could psychically hurt this man... now for mentally.
Dean woke up, still in the pitch black place with cuts and bruises all over his body, yet the blood was all cleaned up from what he saw. He looked around and before he could try to process what just happened, he looked in front of him to see jeans. His eyes slowly trailed up to meet the face of what could be his worst fear.
The demon he would have become.
It looked at him with the pitch black, heartless, cold eyes every demon gave off, and it slowly grinned from what you could say ear to ear. At this point, Dean was terrified. All he wanted to do was wake up... wake up and get out from this date with hell. Though he couldn't move... not a chance. The demon kept looking down at him as it spoke.
"Tell me you aren't afraid...." he mustered out.
Dean could feel his heart thumping, his throat getting soar and in a blink of an eye, the demon pushed him to the ground and started to choke him. He had nothing he could do to stop it. As he could feel the life get sucked out of him- a few short breaths later- the impossible happened.
He was back in his hotel room, the sunlight has a bright shine set upon his face and he looked over at Sam, who had fallen asleep. What the fuck just happened? He sat up, pushing the covers off of himself as he saw an empty burger wrapper with a pill box... had he really taken the pills already? Ate already? He made his way to the bathroom, and what he saw was unbelievable. Still in his original clothes, no scratches or bruises were seen. Was it all just a dream like he had said? It all just felt too real...
.... he would be damned....
He saw it. Barely noticeable... but he saw it. He tugged his jacket and shirt down to reveal the bruises on his neck... they sure weren't there before. He slipped out of his jacket and noticed the markings on his wrists... the scratches... bruises... it really was all real.
"Dean?"
The older Winchester heard his little brother's voice, and he gulped. No. He couldn't tell him about this. Not until he had a good idea what had happened. He put his jacket back on and he hoped that Sam wouldn't notice his bruise, but he walked out of the bathroom with an eyebrow raised, "Yeah?"
"Oh, scared me there-" Sam laughed, and then he got up, "Did the pills work?"
Dean gulped softly, and he nodded, "Yeah... they... worked like a charm..."
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Something I wrote in a few short minutes... ick I know it sucks but this takes place around the beginning of season four sooooo.... yeeeeeeaaaaahhhh. 
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