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I have nothing new to teach the world

TITLE: I have nothing new to teach the world.
AUTHOR: StoryGirl.
GENRE: Oneshot. (Triple Drabble). Angst.
RATINGS: Pg13. Disclaimers
: No character is mine, unfortunately.
PAIRING: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester. No Pairing.
TABLE: Bingo .
PROMPT: Torture, Rope , Dirty .
SUMMARY: Eventually, the truth was that he, Dean Winchester, was weak. Set in season four.
THANKS: A yuya_lovah who has read a preview, as always. A
mauve_amethyst because he betata.
WORDS: 900, (300 for each mini-chapter) with the word count.

I have nothing new to teach the world

(Torture)
No one could understand it: that the less well-Sam.
It was not him to be dead, to be finished in Hell. It was not what he had to torture all those souls.
He had not thought the first time I had.
After thirty years was so tired of hearing all that pain that he had thought he had accepted the pact was passed by the torturer. He gutted
souls, had quartered, had made him feel that, in all those years were fun to do on his body. He had thought he had only acted. I still remember the
His first victim was a young soul, about seventeen years. She died in a car accident and, for some reason, she found herself in Hell, tied under his hands.
And he had begun to tear it with no feeling in his eyes. And while the girl was screaming, begging for mercy, he had continued without feeling pain or sorrow for her.
After all those years he did not feel anything any more: it was as if her heart had already stopped beating, to feel emotions and feelings that could also be tied to a tiny particle of humanity. It was as if he had ceased to be human. As if it were transformed into one of those horrible demons that had been chasing all his life.
now recalls all his victims, even remembered what he had done to each of them. He remembered as if they had gone a few seconds after he had ceased to torture.
When he tried to rest the souls passed before his eyes shouting against all their pain and he, Dean, now she could feel something.
feel guilty for not being able to stand still, still a little 'more. He could do it, but had not done.

(Corda)
He had not done so because he was tired of feeling bound without any opportunity to move, to be able to leave in a certain way.
was simply tired of trying always all that pain, unable to fight back in any way because he was imprisoned under his torture.
And then he had accepted. He had done and had been released and placed at their service. He was tortured, had tried even pleasure in doing so, and then were brought back. The
had come back to life, human again, back on Earth. And there he felt imprisoned once again: finally imprisoned by the pain that could be heard even in the bones, but especially in the heart. Now could feel the guilt of the actions he had done.
Now he could understand what he had done his first victim, and now unable to pay even the tears that could not let slide.
And they ran down her cheeks fell to the ground, thwarted by a pain that would never even dare to believe that you can try, but it was there and he felt, he felt within himself digging trying to go deeper and deeper . It hurt
: did more harm than he ever imagined. It was a pain that flowed in the blood going to all that met him rot.
The rope's pressing on his chest and takes your breath away was to this could not rest, because as soon as he closed his eyes that was keeping the rope and all the evil he had done came back to founder in his mind making him remember why at the time he was dead. Why had caused so much pain that certainly did not deserve to be saved.
It hurt so bad that almost did not realize they are no longer in hell. It was too bad.

(Dirty)
The sense of guilt that enveloped him made him feel dirty, incapable of being able to feel love.
And perhaps, it was really so.
As Sam tried to make him talk, to trust it with him, Dean did not feel. Perhaps because it was so dirty you do not want to undermine even his younger brother.
He felt as dead as full of pain that he could not leave together from anywhere, because there it remained attached to his body like a bee with honey.
He wanted to kill himself, but could not. He had a mission to accomplish. He had to stop the apocalypse. Sometimes
Castiel wanted if he had remained in bed. That God had not decided to send him to save it. Did not care to be saved. He did not want to be saved. Not after having accepted quell'ignobile pact.
Sometimes you even wondered why the Angels were not able to save it before: if they did he would never hear that dull ache in my heart. He would wake with the consciousness of being able to resist, to be a good man who deserved what God had done for him giving him another chance.
Instead she felt only a demon in the body of a human. A bit 'being grabbed as just that, at that time, there was no one in his body. There was no extraneous if not its awareness of being weak.
He had to resist and had not done. He had to rot in hell forever and had not done.
Dean did not believe to be the Chosen One, not after what he had done to Hell. To tell the truth only believed that, once arrived on the day of Judgement he would let go, too weak to deal with it, because he would not have to return to Earth.