Story Title: See You in My Nightmares

Summary: Spoilers for 4.10 "And I got off that rack, and God help me, I started ripping them apart. I lost count of how many souls…" But you never forget your first.

Warnings: Spoilers up to 4.10, maybe 4.11. Strong language, mentions of torture, disturbing content. Ratings may go up.

Genre: Drama/Angst/Romance

Disclaimer: I wished on a star last night – Sam and Dean Winchester still don't belong to me. Oh well.

Author's Note: Okay, so I've had this written out for a while, didn't know whether or not I wanted to post it. I'm also trying to get back into my writing groove (Spookshow baby, and my X-Men fic: Gypsy's Curse, which will both be updated soon, hopefully) Hope you guys enjoy this short snippet of my new fic.

Prologue

The smell of brimstone filled the air. It was strong, stale and suffocating.

My lungs burned – I couldn't breathe. I couldn't even move.

I cried out "Please, no more!" Or at least I thought I did, did I? Or had I thought it? I wasn't sure of anything any more. "Please!" I thrashed violently in my restraints, jaw clenched and eyes closed tightly so that I couldn't see what was going on around me. I didn't want to see.

Several hands grabbed at me, tearing at me, into me. Make it stop.

"Hold her down!" A voice ordered, and it was then that I realized I could hear others speaking, but couldn't make out what they were saying. And suddenly a scream erupted, coming from nowhere and everywhere at once. It sounded so awful and distressed. It couldn't possibly be human. "Hold her down!"

I felt something sharp pierce my arm, breaking skin and drawing blood – so much blood. My whole body went aflame. Please no more.

The scream continued.

My back arched, body tensed and I balled my fists – the pain was unbearable, and then a strange calm spread through me. My body relaxed, and I felt myself falling.

Was I dying all over again?

I opened my eyes. Hazel met brown, my vision blurred and I began to feel light headed. "I'm sorry," a voice whispered. "So sorry."

The scream began to die down, and my last coherent thought before I let myself go completely was – Oh, God. It was coming from me.