I couldn't get this idea out of my head after seeing that last scene with Dean and Sam and what Dean did in hell was answered. I started to think about what would happen is Sammy was in that situation, would he last as long cause of that demon blood in him? Than I remembered I already started a fic where he dies and so I got a burst of new energy for this story :) I hope you like it!


Sam moaned as the heat rose from around him. He started to shake as he saw the bodies crawling towards him.

"Dad? Dean? Somebody help me please!" He begged, but it was useles to plead, or cry. No one could here him.

He yelled in pain and shock as one of the bodies twisted and pulled off his arm, as if it was the easiest thing in the world to do. His scream was deafening.

"No, no." He shook his head as a hand reached towards his other arm and pulled it apart too. He could hear the bones snapping and cracking as they twisted it unaturally. Tears made him blind and his breath got quicker and quicker. He bellowed in more pain as his legs were next. They carefully rotated it, snapping it off like they were breaking twigs on the a tree. Now both his arms and his legs were gone. And yet, he was still alive. Alive in hell, where he could feel everything.

Sobbing he screamed as they drove a large steak like knife into his chest and let it trail down it calmly, as his insides poored out into the open. He was barely awake now. But he couldn't pass out. They wouldn't allow him that pleasure. Blood was spilling out of his mouth now, causing him to make gurgling pleading noises as they continued to rip him apart.

And suddenly, when he couldn't bare it any longer, when his screaming got so loud it hurt even him, they stopped. He opened his eyes, gasping for breath and realized he was whole again.

His legs and arms were together, and his chest was perfectly fine.

"What the..." His eyes widened in horror, though, as he saw the same bodies move towards him yet again.

"No." He felt sick with fear as he knew what was coming. "No.."

"It'll stop," a voice whispered into his ears, startling him. "It'll stop if you'll cooperate."

"Cooperate?" Sam groaned and yelled in pain as his arm was snapped off for a second time.

"If you'll do what I want you to do."

"And what's that?" Sam asked, still gasping for breath.

"To do what they are doing." The voice sounded amused now. "To torture souls."

Sam closed his eyes.

"Go to hell," he growled.

The voice laughed.

"I'm already here, Sammy, and you've seem to forgotten that you are too. I'll come back again, when you're ready to talk. In the mean time, have fun."

Sam could almost see the mouth that belonged to that voice smirking as it dissepared. He screamed again as his leg was ripped apart, wondering how much longer he could endure this.

Could he really do this for all eternity?


"You think Sammy could be in hell, dad?" Dean asked, a tremor in his voice.

John lowered his eyes.

"That's exactly where I think he is son." He swallowed.

"I don't understand...Sam's a good kid, why would he be in hell?"

"Because." John's shoulders shook as he spoke. "Because I think he made a deal, Dean. With a demon....I think he sold his soul to save us."

Dean just stared at him in utter shock.

"What." It was a statement, not a question. John showed him the page that Sammy had earmarked. Selling your soul.

Dean's mouth all of a sudden felt very dry. He licked his lips as he stared at it in deep shock and horror.

"Sammy's in hell." Hot angry tears filled the brim of his eyes. "No, dad. I can't accept this. I can't just sit back knowing where my brother is!"

"And I don't expect you to," John said softly and he stood up. "I don't know what I'm going to do, Dean. But I'm going to get your brother back. I'm going to save my son from going to hell. I don't know how, but I can't and I won't let that happen. I can promise you that."

Dean nodded and John closed his eyes wondering how he would rescue Sam from hell, and if he could do it before it was too late.

Before Sam forgot who he was and became a demon...Became a monster.

Short, but hey it moves the plot forward!