You'd made a deal with a crossroad demon - which was the reason why you both ended up in hell, yet during all the endless suffering and torture, Dean had been dead set on the fact that either you'd make it out of hell together or not at all. It was like a silent pact between you that had been made a long time ago.

Dean didn't know how much time had passed. In fact, it seemed to stand still, blending day and night, as you clawed your way outta the darkness in your efforts to return to the living world. Your fingers dug deeper into the damp soil as if hell itself was fighting to keep you tethered to its depths, dragging your hands through the dirt in a desperate struggle against the relentless earth. The weight of your experiences clung to you like an eternal shadow as you fought to break free, each gasp of breath a struggle against the weight of the grave and your own transgressions.

Beneath a starless sky, dirt caked your aching limbs and faces, sweat trailing down your foreheads as you labored side by side and collapsed onto the dry grass of a desolate field in the middle of nowhere. The air you were gasping for was clear and refreshing, filling your lungs and feeling like a god-sent while the barren landscape seemed never-ending, a place far outside the realm of human existence. The only sound was the occasional distant car on an otherwise deserted road that echoed through the emptiness.

Dean looked over at you with bloodshot eyes, completely ragged and disheveled. He was quiet, as if he was still processing that the two of you had actually managed to get out of hell. He was sitting a few feet from you, the both of you breathing heavily from exhaustion. A few moments passed before he spoke.

"..Y'okay?" His voice came out rasped as he ran a hand across his face. You'd finally reached the escape you'd longed for..but the memories of what you'd endured were still haunting you..