!sdoireP

In the past year, my periods started going backwards. They start off lightly, then on the third day, I get cramps, and instead of just blood, I expel silver-dollar sized clumps of viscous tissue. Little red jellyfish and I can FEEL it splooging out, like I just vomited in my pants. I thought it was the new pills, but it may just be the fact I've had such normal easy periods for the last 25 years, that I might as well have some weirdness before I get too old.

Don't you cry no more

Dean’s eyes flew open and he gasped in.

“Dean..?” Sam said hesitantly.

“No…I am not Dean, but I can get him for you.” A hollow voice sounded from Dean’s lips. “I have been watching, and waiting for this moment.”

Another demon, Sam thought. Now what?

“Dean is dead and in hell. I will trade places with him,” the voice said again.

“Who are you?” Sam asked.

“You would not recognize my name.”

Sam just stared at the body, breathing and sitting up like Dean would, if Dean were alive inside there.

“I know you do not trust me.”

“Demons lie,” Sam said quietly.

“Yes. We do. Yet we are also very greedy, and this is something I want. Will you aid me?”

“What do I have to do to get him back?”

“Give me a few minutes to close these wounds. It would not be good to bring Dean back, only to have him bleed to death again. Stupid hounds.” The eyes closed and the breathing slowed.

Softly, Sam asked “Are we safe here? The house is surrounded by Lilith’s army.”

“They cannot enter this house. They would not want to. Now be silent. It has been a long time since I inhabited a body, and I need to concentrate.”

Sam nodded and simply watched. The demon seemed to be doing nothing but breathing, but once in a while, a grunt of pain sounded from the chest. Sam fought himself not to go to his brother’s aid.

The eyes opened again. “The wound are sealed. His heart is beating strongly. We can continue.”

“Why are you helping Dean?” Sam asked, as he helped Dean’s body to stand.

“Dean is in Hell, I wish to be there. It is a simple exchange.”

“No one wants to be in Hell; even the demons I’ve come across hated it.”

“It was my home,” the voice spoke.

“Was?”

“I was banished from there some time ago. I disagreed with the head office, and they bounced me.”

“You got kicked out of Hell? That’s pretty badass.”

The demon shrugged. “Those who were disobedient do not like disobedience.”

“Did you have a name when you were human? I have to call you something.”

“I was never human.”

Sam watched as “Dean” stepped to the window. At the edge of the lawn, a line of demons stood ready to attack once the sprinklers turned off.

“Wait, so you were one of the original…?”

“Yes, one of the fallen.”

“Huh. Kicked out of Heaven, then out of Hell.”

“Hence my eagerness to return home.”

“And get revenge?” Sam asked.

The demon smiled. “Most definitely.” It raised its hands and slowly pushed forward. The people at the lawn fell to the ground as the demons inside them were torn from their bodies and blasted away in a sudden wind. “They will not be a bother now.”

“You’re…very powerful.” Sam said, growing a little worried.

“You have nothing to fear from me.” The demon sat in the middle of the room again. “I need you to be quiet again. Your brother is small, and the area I will be searching in unimaginably large.”

He nodded and sat in one of the plush chairs, ready to assist, but not know how.

The demon sat still, but for a tiny twitches and spasms. Once he even chuckled.

After nearly an hour, he spoke. “I have found him. He will be confused and panicked. Oh, he’s gone through such pain already. How lovely.”

The voice murmured in a language Sam didn’t know, but made his skin crawl with fear. The body shook and shimmied and collapsed.

Sam went to Dean’s side as his eyes flew open as he screamed.

“Sammy! Sammy, help me!”

Sam’s eyes filled with tears again as he cradled his brother. “I got you Dean…you’re safe.”

“No!” Dean yelled. “You’re just another devil.”

Sam held his head and looked into his eyes, wide and bloodshot. “Dean! Dean…You’re alive. You’re here. You’ll be ok.”

Dean shook his head again, but help on to Sam’s arms. “It’s not possible. I’m dead. You're not here.”

Sam laughed. “You're talking impossible after what we’ve been through? You’re alive, Dean, and I’m alive, and let’s go to Tijuana.”

“How?” Dean asked weakly.

“I guess we met someone who wanted to be in Hell as much as you wanted to be out of it. Can you walk?”

“I think so, but I’ll let you drive this time.”