Chapter One

"Hey Dean."

The young hunter looked up from his bottle of beer and gazed at his adoptive father.

"Yeah Bobby?" He replied in a whisper. They were in the living room at Singer Salvage and Sammy was asleep right up stairs. Maybe his little brother had the right idea, it was nearly midnight.

"If we don't find a solution to this," Bobby seemed to hesitate before taking a deep breath and continuing. "A while back a friend of mine got pulled down where you're headed. I don't know if he's still down there or even a bit of what he used to be but if you see him I was hopin' you could do me a favor."

"Anything Bobby, you know that," Dean said as he realized where this was going.

"His name is Harry and if he still has them his eyes are as green as an emerald. If you see him down there please tell him that we don't blame him and know he did what he had to. He'll know what I mean I just need him to know that."

"Of course Bobby," Dean said before taking a sip of his beer. And that was that.

That one conversation he had with Bobby a few weeks before everything went up in smoke stuck with Dean the most once he woke up on the rack. It wasn't until a decade in though that he realized what Bobby meant by as green as an emerald. Alistair was due to walk in at any moment and Dean was trying to prepare himself the pain that would surely happen when he did. But when he heard the demon enter, he heard someone else thrown in before hand.

"Welcome to my newest project. Something tells me this will finally break you Harry," hissed the demon into the ear of a small, waif-like, human.

Dean looked at the pair in surprise when he heard that name, the name that kept repeating itself in his mental ear for the past ten years. He thought it could be a coincident until the young human looked up at him met his gaze with the greenest eyes he'd ever seen. He didn't have time to say or even think anything though before Alistair threw Harry to the side and approached the curious hunter.

"Let's begin shall we," Alistair snarled as he began what he did every day. Which was torture the defenseless hunter. Today he decided to relish the pain that would practically ooze from the hunter and skin the poor bastard.

As the evil mother fucker began clawing at his abdomen Dean just knew he was gonna get skinned, again.

After what felt like years, Alistair finally left Dean to his pain. The hunter was panting in short gasps of pain and wished he could just close his eyes but his lids were one of the first things the demon took. He had forgot all about the other person in the room until he heard footsteps moving closer.

"I apologize for what I'm about to do because it will hurt, but only briefly," the smaller man said with a british lilt. Dean wanted to ask what the hell he meant or tell him not to come anywhere near him but then his whole body started to burn. He wanted to scream but found his throat was to sore. The pain didn't last as long as what Alistair did to him and in comparison wasn't as bad but Dean hadn't saw it coming and they made it all the more worse.

After what was probably half an hour the pain faded to a tingling sensation and then that too faded after another hour. It took Dean a moment to open his eyes and another to realized he could actually close them and had been completely healed. That usually didn't happen until a few hours after Alistair left.

Dean looked around for Harry and noticed him about to leave.

"Wait," Dean said in a raspy voice. "If you're the Harry a friend of mine told me about I have a message for you," He continued when he held the gaze of those green eyes.

"And who is this friend?"

"His name is Bobby, Bobby Singer."

Harry gasped in surprise before walking back to the bound hunter.

"You know Bobby? How is he? Is he still hunting?"

"Yes, he's good, and sometimes. He told me to tell you that they don't blame you and you did what you had to do, whatever that means." Harry nodded his head before sitting down in front of the hunter.

"Well now this is a very welcome surprise. I feel at a loss though, you know my name but I don't know yours."

"Dean, Dean Winchester."

"Nice to meet you Winchester. I guess I'm stuck here until they realize watching you get tortured isn't going to break me so we might as well get to know each other."

"Why aren't you on a rack somewhere if they want to break you?"

"They tried that for the first century but realized I have a high pain tolerance."

"Dude, how long have you been down here?"

"What year was it when your deal was up?"

"2008."

"Well then. I have been down here for going on a decade topside. Which is about 1200 years down here."

A/N: It's pretty short but the chapters will most likely grow. Let me know what ya'll think in reviews. :D