Once Sam was out of the room Dean stopped, feeling Eliot behind him and hearing the question, knowing he should probably explain. "If I'm tellin' this story I need something stronger than beer." He mumbled, grabbing a glass and the bottle of Jack sitting on the counter. He filled the glass before heading over to the bed and sitting back against the headboard.
He laid his head back, gathering his thoughts about that whole period of time in his life. "Sit, please." He motioned to the bed before taking a large drink and scrubbing his fingers through his hair.
"Okay so it was a few years ago. You know what we hunt. Sam...well...he's different. Our mom made a deal with a demon before we were born. She didn't know what all it entailed, but in the end she was basically offering up Sam. When he was six months old a demon got into his nursery and fed him demon blood. Killed our mom the same night. It was just...a big mess. Our dad raised us as hunters." He closed his eyes for a moment.
"Jump ahead. Ends up Sam wasn't the only one. He ended up getting taken to this ghost town of a village. Most haunted place in America. Dropped in the middle of this place with these other...special kids with powers like him. They were put there to kill one another. Sam and this guy, Jake, were the only two left by the time me and Bobby got there. So Sam ran and the dude killed him." He snorted, shaking his head. "I summoned a crossroads demon and sold my soul. I got one year before they were gonna drag my soul to hell, but Sam got to live."
The look on his face turned pained. "Year passed and the hellhounds came for me. Thats why I don't like dogs. You have something as fearsome as a hellhound come after you? Yeah it leaves a fucking mark. So I went to hell. Time passes differently there. Here I was gone four months. Down there it was forty years. I spent the first thirty on the rack being tortured...then...they kept offering to let me down. To free me...if I would just pick up the tools and start doing the torturing...so I did."
And if Eliot really looked when Dean opened his eyes and took another gulp he would see how bright Dean's eyes suddenly were with tears. He turned his head quickly though, hoping the man wouldn't see them. "Ten years I tortured souls. They...they screamed and they begged and I liked it. I would have become a demon if Cas hadn't come after me. Cas is an angel... like from Heaven kinda angel. He helps us out occasionally, but now that he's pretty much taken over getting Heaven back under control since the Apocalypse we don't see him much."
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He laid his head back, gathering his thoughts about that whole period of time in his life. "Sit, please." He motioned to the bed before taking a large drink and scrubbing his fingers through his hair.
"Okay so it was a few years ago. You know what we hunt. Sam...well...he's different. Our mom made a deal with a demon before we were born. She didn't know what all it entailed, but in the end she was basically offering up Sam. When he was six months old a demon got into his nursery and fed him demon blood. Killed our mom the same night. It was just...a big mess. Our dad raised us as hunters." He closed his eyes for a moment.
"Jump ahead. Ends up Sam wasn't the only one. He ended up getting taken to this ghost town of a village. Most haunted place in America. Dropped in the middle of this place with these other...special kids with powers like him. They were put there to kill one another. Sam and this guy, Jake, were the only two left by the time me and Bobby got there. So Sam ran and the dude killed him." He snorted, shaking his head. "I summoned a crossroads demon and sold my soul. I got one year before they were gonna drag my soul to hell, but Sam got to live."
The look on his face turned pained. "Year passed and the hellhounds came for me. Thats why I don't like dogs. You have something as fearsome as a hellhound come after you? Yeah it leaves a fucking mark. So I went to hell. Time passes differently there. Here I was gone four months. Down there it was forty years. I spent the first thirty on the rack being tortured...then...they kept offering to let me down. To free me...if I would just pick up the tools and start doing the torturing...so I did."
And if Eliot really looked when Dean opened his eyes and took another gulp he would see how bright Dean's eyes suddenly were with tears. He turned his head quickly though, hoping the man wouldn't see them. "Ten years I tortured souls. They...they screamed and they begged and I liked it. I would have become a demon if Cas hadn't come after me. Cas is an angel... like from Heaven kinda angel. He helps us out occasionally, but now that he's pretty much taken over getting Heaven back under control since the Apocalypse we don't see him much."