Drabble Challenge: Keening
Word Count: 100
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It's the sound that's hard to get used to at first. Dean figured it would be the heat and the flames, but no, it's the noise down in Hell, the constant keening of lost souls, the screaming.
It's deafening. It makes his skin bleed.
They beg and they plead. They try to bargain with their tormentors, and nothing they say does any damn good.
Dean imagines John down in Hell. Imagines John strong and silent. Proud, unbroken. John wouldn't scream. John wouldn't whimper. Dean does, and more.
In year thirty, though, the worst sound Dean makes is a whisper: "Yes."