SUPERNATURAL. in which dean winchester is pulled out of hell but he's unsure of who or what pulled him out. it's up to him, allison argent, and his younger brother sam to find out. all while fighting off the apocalypse.
SEASON FOUR - SEASON FIVE
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SCOTT McCall, Lydia Martin, and Malia Tate walked around the woods, looking for something or maybe someone that could lead them to why Scott and Chris both were seeing Allison like past memories. Coming upon a clearing, the three froze at the sight of a body laying on the top of the nematon. Fully clothed. "Who the hell is that?" Malia spoke.
They walk closer and once again froze in their footsteps. "Is that . . ."
"Allison."
Lydia and Malia held open the doors for Scott as he carried Allison in his arms. Greeting them as soon as they walked in was no one other than his mother — Melissa McCall. "We need help," he says. Melissa's smile slowly fell from her face as he got closer and closer until she could see who was in his arms. "Mom, we got a problem." He says.
"She looks just like Allison," Melissa breathes out with a smile, "Why, Scott, does she look exactly like Allison?" The smile quickly faded.
"You really want to know?"
She shakes her head, "Just get her inside."
Her eyes shot open and she sucked in harshly, as if she was waking up from a nightmare. Curiously looking around, Allison noticed she was connected to multiple wires coming from machines which only meant she was in a hospital.
Looking out the door, she saw a nurse with three people in front of her, seeming to have been talking about something serious. Staring at the boy with the crooked jaw, she recognized him from somewhere . . . but where? Her eyes glanced over to the strawberry blonde who was obviously disheveled. She recognized her as well.
But out of panic, Allison ripped the wires out of her body and stood up slowly, careful to not drag any attention to herself. She stepped out of the bed and slowly walked over to the door and then slipped out, walking as fast as she could down the hall. She looked at every door she passed, looking for one she could escape into without anyone seeing her or even taking a look her way.
She stopped in front of the nurses lounge and quickly opened the door but slowly closing it behind her once she stepped in. She was utterly confused. Where was she? Who is she? Rubbing her cheek, she felt uneasy.
Suddenly, voices began to talk in her head;
"Our sons are trained to be soldiers, daughters to be leaders." She stared at herself in the mirror as a headache intensified.
