Title: A. Two. Three. (Part One).
Author: Maika-Metallium .
Rating: All because I'm afraid that I will buenina. Shocking, I know, but touches every other leap year.
Summary: Hell.
Topic: Winchester, of course.
State: In process.
Notice: Neither the characters nor the actors belong to me, minus the dark girl, however, the term "new flesh" is used by Christopher Moore in "A Dirty Job & rdquo ;.
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torturing hours. But that's not the problem. Torture, for he had long ceased to be a problem. Come, cause pain and go. It's like a waltz: one, two, three. One two, three. One, two, three. Everything becomes a routine.
Simple and pure routine.
One, two, three.
One, two, three.
However, one day something changed.
One, beaten and then I sewed the eyelids. Two
fainted.
Three, he opened his eyes as if nothing ...
... Four, the dark girl looked at him without blinking. Even spent a few seconds when she lost interest in it, turned on his heel, causing her gauzy white dress danced around him, and left the cave in which Dean was enclosed.
began the routine again.
One, two, three.
dark She did not return until the fourth day, it could call itself a day.
How old was he? Dean had no idea, but apparently not having yet reached fourteen. He had long red hair, large eyes, almond, and the face did not show any expression.
- Hello, new flesh. "He said the dark girl, after a few minutes.
The blond did not answer, but she did not seem to care.
- Be who you are, new flesh. You're one of those calling themselves, hunters . But here, what fighters?
twisted his head to one side, waiting for Dean to respond. Or maybe not expect an answer and was making a break for education.
- No fighters, right? Here's you who has to flee smiled cynically, looking at the chains around his wrists and his neck, but even that do, meat.
dark She took a few steps to Ely his voice became a whisper that slice the air.
- How sad! We could run away, run away from your gun loaded with bullets of salt. Your fire scorched our bones. Your seals of Solomon. Your exorcisms and your spells. "The girl's eyes were dark shadow cast on every word. However, neither his voice nor his face reflected no sense .- We ran and we hid in the hope that we forgot our existence. Sometimes there luck. Others do not. But you, new flesh, nor have hope or anything. You are doomed.
- If you are the committee Welcome, you're late. He released Dean, tired of the monologue of the dark girl.
She smiled as if he had caught a fly and was a poor struggling between crush in your hand or pulling the wings before crushing.
- I'm not the Committee. They were the ones who took turns to rape you. "A chill went up the back of Dean to remember that experience.
A. Two. Three.
- Sleep, new flesh. Close your eyes and try to get away from here for a while. Rest, that tomorrow knives volverána pierce the skin.
did not sound like a threat. It was just an advice.
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dark She returned three days later. It was like last time, Dean opened his eyes and she stood before him. She wore a peach in his hand.
- There was a time here had pomegranates. He was known as the fruit of life, as the ancients gave this gift. "The child looked ecstatic to dark fruit that was sustained through his fingers, creating a kind of throne .- Before the advent of Persephone, no fruit growing in this accursed place. We do not have pomegranate trees, but apples, pears, blackberries and peaches.
- What do you tell that? "Dean asked, totally lost.
- Nothing is as it seems, new flesh. Any preconceptions you have about this place, discard. Not for you.
- I do not understand why ... "Dean's words were cut off by the girl's dark.
- There are people "Began" to think that here you can lose your memories. "He hit a bite melocotóny took time to chew and swallow .- Not true. When we use the memories is the time when you cry and cry over you.
That was one of the wonderful experiences that Dean Winchester was not yet experienced: reliving his last days in the underworld.
The uncertainty involved in what will come next. ..
reddish eyes Sam ...
The taste of hamburgers ...
Sam, surrounded by books on the occult and open thousands of sites on her laptop ...
beer down his throat ... Sam
begging him not to let him ...
- Why are you here? What could be so important to close your eyes and embrace the eternal damnation?
- do you care! Dean spat.
- Too.
- Why? "Shouted the blond .- What matters all now!? I'm here, serving a sentence!
- And the reasons that brought you here? Does that also was a punishment?
- Get out. Dean whispered "Leave me alone.
dark She nodded slightly and started to leave, but stopped at the exit of the cave.
- Say, at least, it was worth it. -Dean found the back of the dark girl, covered in a white dress that contrasted with all that darkness.
- Yes Although
had his back to Dean, he knew she was smiling, but all he saw was like nodding kept going.
not know how, but I swear, putting his hand in the fire, the dark girl again.
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A. two. Three.
fell in