[Dean just manages a smile, sharp but also understanding; he lets his eyes fall shut for a moment, takes a breath, and opens them again. Hell can't say he isn't prepared for this, even as, beneath his current thoughts, panic and memories lay in wait like predators scenting chum in the water.]
Every day, this Hell reminds me more and more of the Hell back where I'm from. That's exactly what that Hell did; burn away your soul and your humanity, hollow you out into a demon.
[Dean nods, takes another breath. They'll get through this; he'll white knuckle it, and Jason will endure. They will get through this.]
Okay, whenever you want to start, you should go for a small cut right on top one of my ribs. You'll want to pour salt on it, too, to make it last.
[It's an absolutely agonizing experience, one that, in his mind of traumas and horrors, sticks out like a neon light. Alistair, of course, has been his most effective teacher.]
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Every day, this Hell reminds me more and more of the Hell back where I'm from. That's exactly what that Hell did; burn away your soul and your humanity, hollow you out into a demon.
[Dean nods, takes another breath. They'll get through this; he'll white knuckle it, and Jason will endure. They will get through this.]
Okay, whenever you want to start, you should go for a small cut right on top one of my ribs. You'll want to pour salt on it, too, to make it last.
[It's an absolutely agonizing experience, one that, in his mind of traumas and horrors, sticks out like a neon light. Alistair, of course, has been his most effective teacher.]