The torturing of Dean went on for days. Sometimes it was just the two of you, his emerald eyes void of any emotion as he stared your way. Many of the times you had your eyes closed, not wanting to see the talented hunter torn down a peg.

Each and every night Alistair would greet you as you left, smiling gleefully at the blood covering you and your torture devices. Making you tell him every little detail, clapping his hands together with the news.

"I think you have broken the famous hunter," he exclaimed. "Soon, he will become the torturer beside you."

A part of you hoped that wasn't the case. You wanted him to resist no matter what you did to him. You wanted him to fight, to show you that steel backbone you knew he had.

Walking past Alistair, you made your way to your tiny little room, knowing that tomorrow would be exactly the same as today.

With the smell of sulfur stronger than ever, you made your way down the hallway. Things seemed more frantic than normal, screams louder against your ears. "There's something in the air," one of the Demons muttered as he walked past, and you had to agree. Something was going to happen today, but you weren't sure what.

Alistair was nowhere to be seen, and you were relieved. Taking the blade from the stand, you quietly walked into Dean's torture chamber. He was already hanging on the rack, dark circles under his eyes, his shoulders slumped. "Hello Dean," you spoke, the blade hanging heavily in your hand. "How are you feeling?"

"Like you care," he mumbled, never looking up.

"Dean...," you started, not sure what you wanted to say. You were a Demon. You should be laughing in his face, ready to stick the knife through his blades, feeling the warmth of his blood against your fingers. But there was something about him that had you hesitating.

"Dean, I know you don't trust me. And I don't blame you. I've tortured you, every way I could think of. But that's because I have no other choice," you tried telling him.

He finally looked up, his emerald eyes rimmed in red, full of distrust and hatred. "I call bullshit. You always have a choice."

You continued on as if you hadn't heard him in the first place. "There's something different with today. I don't know what, but we can all feel it. Do you feel it?"

"Yes," he answered, dropping his head back down. "I have no idea what it means."

"I think it has something to do with you," you admitted, laying the blade down on the ground before gently grasping his chin and tilting his head up. At first he fought your touch, trying to pull away. But when you made no move to hurt him, he stilled, his eyes searching your face. "I think there's some powerful being that is mad that you're down here."

"I don't know anyone powerful," he grumbled.

"But you do have a reputation," you insisted.

"So what if they're coming? You know, and you'll stop them before they get very far."

"What if I don't?" You thought out loud. "What if I make sure they can make it through to you?"

"Why would you do that? You've tortured me every day. You've used my Dad and my Brother against me. This is just another trick of yours, and I'm not going to fall for it. So pick up that blade, and do your worst."

"No, I don't think so," you told him. "Alistair's gone, and he's been the one ordering me. Today we will watch. And wait. For what, I do not know. But something big is going to happen."

Leaving the blade on the ground in front of Dean, you went back towards the door. The air current was so thick it almost crackled with electricity. The brimstone and sulfur burnt at your nose. Souls screamed for forgiveness, to be saved, even louder than normal. Demons ran back and forth, lost and confused. Nothing was like normal, and even you felt the pull of chaos.

Suddenly the lights vanished. Pitch Black filled your vision as screams picked up even louder than before. Your eyes struggling to get used to the light, you could hear other Demons muttering about, before that was gone, much like the lights.

Knowing your prediction had come true, you shut the door, turning back to Dean. Only his outline was seen, his head up as he struggled against his chains.

"Dean, they're here," you told him, searching the room for something to break him free of his chains. Sure, releasing him would mean your life, but you couldn't help yourself. Dean Winchester needed saved to go on and do better things, and you would die happy knowing you had a part in that. "We need to get you freed!"

"Why? Why are you helping me?" He asked, stilling as you came closer.

"Because you don't belong here. You belong topside, where you can save people from monsters like me."

Picking up the blade, you smashed the heavy handle against the shackles, wishing that you had stolen the key from Alistair. With your Demon strength, it took only a couple of minutes before the lock cracked under the pressure, and Dean was free. By this time the entire building shook, the screams eerily quiet.

Dean was weak, almost falling out of the shackles and into your arms. Holding him up, you slowly made your way to the door, the sound of rustling wings heard outside. "Y/N, you're a Demon," Dean started, his words no doubt meant to hurt. "Whatever is out there to save me will no doubt kill you."

"I don't care," you insisted. "Dean, I've lived a long time. I've tortured a lot of souls. I will die happy knowing that I finally did something good."

"You are different than the Demons I have met," he stated. "I hate to think of you dying because of me."

"I can put you back on the rack," you sassed at him, knowing that time was growing short.

"No!"

"Then let's get you out of here." With him finally able to stand on his own, you opened the door. Peering outside you saw bright glowing eyes right in front of you. Much taller than you, their wings spread, they were a sight to behold, even in the dark.

"Demon," one spat, his voice rough and deep. "Meet your death."

"As long as Dean will be safe," you pleaded, stepping to the side to show Dean free from the rack.

"A Demon worried about a soul?" The strange winged creature muttered, turning to his friends. His eyes were an icy blue, bright in the dark.

"Worried about this soul," you corrected him. "He needs to be free. Topside where he can save people."

Moving faster than light, one of the creatures had you pressed against them, a cold blade pressed against your neck. "Don't!" Dean exclaimed as the blue eyed one held him up. "She helped me!"

"She tortured you!" They argued.

"True, but she also knew you were coming. She released me. I think we should do the same for her," Dean argued.

You could see the creatures considering his request, the blade still tight against your neck. "Angels don't usually offer plea bargains to lowly Demons," he muttered. "But because you asked, we will. This once!"

"I can show you the way out," you tried as the blade slowly moved away from your neck.

"Lead the way. Any funny business, and you will be dead before you blink."

Shakily, you turned down the hallway, taking them to the seldom used tunnel in the back. It led out to one of Hell's gates, one long forgotten. They could escape that way, and you could as well. Because there was no way you would go back to face the wrath of Alistair.

"How far?" The blue eyed Angel asked you, making sure to keep Dean behind him.

"Not much farther. This exit isn't used much," you explained. Rounding the corner, you came to it. Nothing more than a sliver in the wall, barely big enough for you to squeeze through. But it was freedom, and that's what you needed more than anything right now. "There it is. You still have to fight to go topside, but you'll be out of Hell."

Reaching behind him, the Angel placed his hand on Dean's shoulder. Dean cried out in pain as the Angel floated through, Dean in his grasp. The others followed suit, and as soon as they were gone, the lights came back on. Demons yelled throughout the hallway, and if you didn't vanish now, you never would be able to.

Jumping through the sliver. You closed your eyes, feeling yourself falling. Time seemed to freeze, and you had no idea how long you had been falling before you landed on your rump. "Where am I?" You asked. Surrounded by trees, the sun beat down on you. It had been decades since you had been topside, and you wondered what had changed while you had been gone. Knowing you had no choice, you began walking, looking for some sort of landmark. All the time wondering what the Angels had planned for Dean.