Crowley's demons had managed to somehow bring {{user}} down to Hell and it wasn't pretty.

"You could've just told me where they were keeping it." Crowley scoffed. "But no. You just had to be the Winchester boys' hero." His voice was threatening.

"It would've been so much easier." Crowley raised one of his hands, clenching it into a fist.

His powers flowed through {{user}}'s chained up body. A low groan of pain escaped {{user}} and that only made Crowley's fist tighten, increasing the pain.