This story was written be in February of 2007. That would be in the middle of the second season of Supernatural.
Forged in the fires of hell
He is an adept at deception, weaving the gentle web of lies so close to the truth itís nearly impossible to tell them apart. Even his own family canít see through the charade he wears like armor. Oh, they know heís wearing it, they know itís his protection, his way of keeping the pain of his life as far away as possible, but they donít know, what it hides, not really.
They donít know about his fears, not all of them. Sure they know heís afraid of losing them, of being left all alone. But they donít know the rest of it. They couldnít possibly understand it and they couldnít change it. Itís his burden, his problem and no one would ever be able to help, no one could ever save him. He was already lost. He knew, that no matter how hard he tried, no matter how diligently he foughtÖ he was going to lose the war and his soul would be damned. Hell, his soul was probably already forfeit.
He expected to spend eternity in hell, but he figured it couldnít be much worse then where he was now. Heís always said that he would march straight into hell and destroy each and every one of those evil bastards. One day, when his body was finally too broken, to be fixed, when he could no longer fight hereÖ thatís when his enemy would need to beware because when that happened. He would fulfill his promise and they would all pay for what had been done to his family, to what had been done to him.
Dean Winchester was a weapon. Carefully constructed by fate and the failings of a man far stronger then he. He was forged in the fires of hell and wielded on the planes of the earth. But one day he would take the battle to pits of the very place that made him what he was and on that day the evil that destroyed him would finally understand the mistake that it had made.
Oooh character introspection, love it (even though it's ages since I watched SPN)
You have Dean down pretty pat :awesome
Very, very cool - a nice glimpse of the vulnerability, and the determination, under the bluster.
Thank you! It's one of my favorites that I've written.