The whole world explodes in a cloud of fear and pain as Dean is thrown into a wall. His back is the first thing that makes contact, followed by his head which whips back. He lets out a yelp, and slides down to the floor. More blood drips into his mouth as he frequently lets out sharp gasps for air. His hands wrap around his stomach, holding himself for both comfort, and to ease the turning in his gut. His body curls up into a ball as he closes his eyes. Tiny drops of blood fly out of his mouth as he tries to speak. His voice is shaky.
Dean: P-please… Please don't kill me.
He begins to tear up.
Dean: I don't…
He lets out a violent cough.
Dean: I don't wanna die.
The two men laugh at Dean's plea for mercy. The goblin man steps up and squats down to Dean's level, pulling his hair up to face him.
Goblin Man: You have a power. You took a life with it. A goddamn monster is what you are. Nothing but filth, trash, begging to be burned in an incinerator. Calling out to the world, naively thinking you're special somehow. But in reality, you're just another worthless piece of inhuman shit who needs to be disposed of. If we don't take care of it, someone will. The only thing that makes you worth even a single second of time in someone's brain is the fact that you killed someone. Other than that, you're nothing but an inconsequential waste of space. I've already killed at least three people with powers, so don't think I give even the slightest shit about your "humanity". You mean nothing to anyone. Not a single person on this entire damn planet will even so much as shrug once you're gone.
Dean (Inner): I can barely see. I can barely hear. My head feels like it was just skewered by a large spike. It hurts to breathe. I can't breathe out of my nose. The blood won't let me. I can't breathe out of my mouth either. Unless I want to inhale blood. Blood. It's all I can taste. My oxygen is being used to constantly blowing it away from my mouth instead of anything else. What is this guy even saying? Probably about how much he wants to kill me. The ringing in my ears is such a familiar sound at this point. It's terrifying.
Dean's eyes widen, and his vision focuses instantly upon hearing the sound of a switchblade. The goblin man's lackey pulled one out. He tries to say "No" but it only comes out as whispers. He puts his hand up to stop the man, but the goblin man is quick to grab his wrist and stop him. He closes his eyes and winces in pain as the goblin man squeezes the pressure point on his wrist. He soon lets go however, but only so he can take the switchblade being handed to him.
Dean kicks his legs out, trying in any way to fight back. A punch lands in his stomach, causing him to lean to the side and throw up. Tears fall out of his eyes as he empties his stomach. The moment he coughs out the last drops, a hand lifts up to grab his chin. His mouth remains open as his focus is turned to face the thing in front of him.
Goblin Man: That was gross, Dean. I want you to apologize for that, okay? Can you do that, Dean?
Dean (Inner): What is he saying!? I can see his mouth moving, but I can't hear! The ringing in my ears is too loud! What is he saying!?
The man's grip on Dean's chin increases, causing Dean to groan silently again. Drool slowly dribbles out of his mouth, onto the man's hand.
Goblin Man: Dean. I know you're an inhuman animal, but don't you have any concept of manners? Puking and drooling like this is very rude. You won't even apologize.
The goblin man looks over his shoulder to his lackey.
Goblin Man: What do you think? Should I give him a little punishment for his disrespectful behavior? Maybe something like…
He looks into Dean's mouth.
Goblin Man: Those are some lovely teeth you got. Perfectly straight. They look relatively clean too.
He lifts the blade up and puts it into Dean's mouth. The tip of the blade digging into his gums right under a molar. His eyes water as he begins to shriek. His legs once again kick, but this time in an attempt to escape, rather than as an attack. His hands clench into fists and shake.
Goblin Man: Oh you don't like that do you? There's a simple way to get out of this with all your teeth, Dean. You just gotta say you're sorry for throwing up and drooling on me like this. That's all.
Dean (Inner): PLEASE! WHAT IS HE SAYING! THE RINGING WON'T GO AWAY! MY HEAD HURTS SO BAD! PLEASE DON'T! WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!? I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!
Dean shakes his head as he sobs. The shaking only serves to make the blade cut more of his gums, getting deeper under his tooth.
Goblin Man: Come on, Dean. It's easy peasy. Just say the word and I'll take this knife out of your mouth. I'll give you five seconds.
Dean shouts, but it's slurred due to the knife, and the hand holding his chin.
Dean: NO! PLEASE! STOP PLEASE! NOOO!!
His eyes dart over to the end of the alley, hoping to see someone.
Dean (Inner): I CAN'T EVEN TELL IF THERE'S SOMEONE THERE OR NOT! MY EYES ARE TOO DAMN BLURRY FROM ALL THESE TEARS! PLEASE SOMEONE HEAR MY CRIES! PLEASE SOMEONE COME AND HELP! I DON'T CARE IF I GET ARRESTED! PLEASE JUST HELP ME!
Goblin Man: Five.
The ringing in Dean's ears finally begins to subside enough to where he can somewhat make out what's being said.
Goblin Man: Four.
Dean (Inner): WHY IS HE COUNTING DOWN!? WHY IS HE COUNTING DOWN!? IS HE GONNA KILL ME WHEN HE GETS TO ZERO!?
Goblin Man: Three… Two… One…
Dean: NOOO!!!!!
The man narrows his wide eyes and stares at Dean with a sinister grin.
Goblin Man: Zero.
Dean's eyes snap shut. An incredibly sharp pain shoots up his gums, causing him to shriek at a high pitched tone. His nails dig into the concrete floor. Tears force their way through his eyelids and pour down his face. Blood flows out of his gums like a waterfall, landing on his tongue and making him feel sick all over again.
Dean (Inner): WHY IS THERE NO ONE HERE TO HELP!? NO ONE CAN HEAR MY SCREAMS!? NO ONE CARES ABOUT ME!?
The tooth bounces off his lips and hits the floor. The goblin man pulls his blade out of Dean's mouth and gives him a warm smile. Dean's hands shoot up to cover his mouth. He continues to scream.
Goblin Man: That wasn't so bad, was it? Oh boy.
Dean (Inner): BLOOD! BLOOD! ALL I CAN TASTE IS BLOOD! SO MUCH BLOOD! JACK! I'M SORRY! I'M SO SORRY! TOO MUCH BLOOD!
Goblin Man: Calm down already. Hey. Shut the hell up and listen. Hey!
He yanks Dean's hands down and slaps him across the face.
Goblin Man: Stop overreacting. This all could've been avoided if you just apologized.
Dean's eyes widen. The pain from his missing tooth and the sickness from the blood momentarily vanish.
Dean: Apologize!? Apologize for what!?
He forcefully grabs Dean by the head. He looks genuinely angry.
Goblin Man: FOR WHAT!? FOR PUKING NEXT TO ME! AND FOR DROOLING ONTO MY HAND! I AM SUPERIOR TO YOU IN EVERY FUCKING WAY, AND YOU DARE TREAT ME LIKE THIS!? YOU'RE LUCKY I DIDN'T RIP YOUR GUTS OUT AND SKIN YOU LIKE A PIG!
Dean: For… puking… and drooling? That's what you're upset about?
Dean stares at him coldly. Blood continues to drizzle out of his mouth, but it doesn't matter right now.
Dean: You did that… because I didn't apologize for something as dumb as that?
Tingle. Dean's chest begins glowing. The goblin man doesn't notice, too focused on Dean. However, his lackey is quick to notice and starts backing up. He begins running. All the while, Dean stares at the goblin man with deep sadness and anger. But most of all, his expression is blank, just like how it was earlier.
Rumble.
Goblin Man: The hell are you running for?
The goblin man looks to his side. His jaw drops at what he sees. Dean remains still, staring into space.
Goblin Man: Oh my god…
He stands up, holding his hands up to his mouth. There, in front of him, lies his lackey, still standing. Something's different about him. His front half is missing. His organs spill out as his limp body falls over like a ragdoll. A lake of blood quickly forms around him. It's like someone cut him straight down the middle. In front of him, lies a massive hole in the ground. The size is unknown, but it's multiple miles wide, and multiple miles deep. It covers a sizable portion of the whole good part of the world. Tens of thousands of people are dead. Maybe more. The scale of it all is too much to comprehend. Like god reached down and grabbed a handful of the earth, taking it back with him. It's like there was never any land in the first place.
Goblin Man: Holy shit…
He mutters the words under his breath. Upon remembering that Dean has portal powers, he glances over in his direction.
Goblin Man: Did… You… Did you… Do this?
The glow in Dean's chest fades as he regains his focus. The very first thing he sees is the goblin man staring at him in utter horror.
Dean (Inner): What happened while I was zoned out?
Goblin Man: I'm sorry! I'm sorry alright!? Please! Please just don't kill me! I'm begging you! Please!
He begins sprinting the opposite direction of the hole. Dean watches him as he flees. The pain in his mouth soon returns. The blood is a reminder of what he's done. He stands up.
Dean (Inner): Ow ow ow! What the hell even happened!?
He turns around. Suddenly the blood in his mouth is utterly insignificant. He falls to his knees, speechless at the sight. His mouth hangs open, and his eyes remain widened in utter shock. Millions of thoughts race through his head. None of which can be organized into words. But deep down, he knows. He knows it was his fault. His head slowly tilts down. Blood drips out of his mouth and onto his hands as he stares at them in horror.
Dean: I-A-Uh… A-a-a-a…
Nothing. Unable to get a single word out. Even the thought of speaking makes him feel more sick than he already does. The whole world melts, leaving only Dean facing the corpse and the hole in front of him. The intense guilt, hate, and pain of killing one person, multiplied by a million.
He drops his head to the floor, holding his hands on his neck as he scratches at it aggressively. His legs start to kick out again as he begins whimpering. Gagging. Screaming. Sobbing.
Pain.
Revolting.
Disease.
Hell.
Hate.
He screams out of pain. Out of fear. Out of sadness. Out of guilt. Out of hate. His nails dig deep into the back of his neck, making it a deep shade of red. Blood, tears, and drool constantly drip onto the floor. The screaming doesn't stop. It only grows more full of anguish. He quickly loses his voice, but continues on anyway. His voice is scratchy. His throat is being torn, leading to him coughing up blood. More blood. So. Much. Blood. It never stops. Like a constant stream of suffering.
It continues on like this for at least five minutes. Dean stops screaming, but doesn't stop feeling the pain of it all. He stands up and stares at the hole again. The whole world sways with each step towards it. He can't think rationally. The only things going through his head involve pain and agony. The edge of the hole approaches, but Dean's pace never wavers. Step by step to the end. He steps over the corpse like it doesn't exist.
He stops. He stares down into the abyss below him, wondering how many people he killed, and where it all went. His expression remains blank as he gazes down. He's finally able to get words out, although they're raspy from his earlier shrieking.
Dean: Just one more step. And then it'll all be over.