Escaping Hell

The Brothers Whom Everyone Assumes Are A Gay Couple

I eavesdropped as Seth made his call to these two "experts" who could somehow get me out of my current predicament.

"Where are you two now?" Seth asks over the phone. After chuckling lightly, he then says, "Fine, bitch, it'll only take two hours. You can handle that." I then hear him hang up the phone before he comes back to the main room.

"What did they say?" I question.

Seth smirks, "God, those two. They are a pain in the ass, but they're helpful. They aren't in Illinois right now, but they can get here in about two hours. But first, we need to get you some fake ID's and such. You're legally dead, so it would be a problem to have your real name on an ID. See the issue here?"

"I'm not an idiot, Seth. I know," I roll my eyes.

Seth is gone within the hour, and I'm left to do nothing at this cheap-ass motel. It's not particularly hot, even for July, but that's just because I'm in Illinois. To be honest, I am sort of tired, but hell, I was dead for months, so I believe I've had my fair share of downtime. Besides, I'm afraid that if I close my eyes, they won't open again.

You know, I wonder if I really can control myself enough to duplicate the telekinesis-type mumbo jumbo that I accidentally set off on Sean earlier. Is it controlled by anger or fear?

To test this, I think of something that really scares me. To be honest, it's creepy-ass dolls. Like Chucky, or that creepy puppet from Goosebumps. I close my eyes and think up a horror scenario. I begin to get scared, and I manage to move some paper, I think.

Just then, there's a knock on the door, and that startles the shit out of me.

Suddenly, all the windows break. Shattered beyond repair. I guess I was right; fear controls my telekinesis, I suppose.

An unfamiliar voice says, "What the hell happened?"

"That was me," I choke on my own words, and my voice comes out raspy. I wish I could handle this better without having to end up sounding like I haven't had anything to drink in seven years.

The owner of the unfamiliar voice jumps through the broken window, and I whip around, standing up.

"Who are you?" the man asks. He has brown hair and he towers over me with his height. Holding a gun in his hands, he points it at me.

"Who are you?" I counter to the unknown man.

He barks, "I asked first. Who are you?"

"Lucy. I'm here with a man named Seth," I admit truthfully without giving too much away.

"If you're Lucy, then what just broke all the windows, huh?" the man questions.

"Uh..." I try to speak, but I'm just too scared. He pulls back the pin on the gun and the next thing I know, the TV is flying across the room. The gun fires, and I flinch, squeezing my eyes shut.

I don't feel an impact. When I open my eyes, I am staring a bullet in the face, and it's just sitting on nothing but air. I let out a sigh of relief, and I look down at the man, whose gun was knocked out of his hand. I walk over to him, and I gingerly ask, "Are you okay?"

"Uh...yeah, I guess. How did you do all of that?" he asks, confused.

"I don't know...you'd have to ask Seth when he gets back," I nervously chuckle. "Do you need help getting off the floor or are you fine?"

"Yeah, I'm good. My name is Sam," he introduces himself, holding out a hand. I grab it, and give it a firm shake. "So where's Seth?"

"He is out somewhere making me a fake ID. He said I'd need-" I get cut off as Seth comes running in the room.

"What the hell did you do to the motel room?" Seth screams.

"I had another telekinetic episode," I say. "Oh well."

"Well, you better beat it before the cops show up," Sam tells Seth. Seth tosses me an envelope filled with various fake badges and ID's.

"Thanks, Seth," I smile. "I'll try to keep you and Sean updated on the whole demon issue." Seth nods generously, and begins to gather his things.

As Sam and I begin to walk away from the motel, I ask, "So, don't take this the wrong way, but why would Seth tell you guys to handle my case? It just doesn't seem like something that anyone would actually want to do."

"Well, neither does demon hunting. But someone has to do it, right? I mean it has ups and downs, like any job, but in the end, who would you rather be? Someone who kills monsters and saves lives, or some insurance worker with an average home and average life?" Sam shrugs.

"I like average, but it just seems so stupid. Everyone is trying to work toward some sort of epic goal, when we all end up in the ground at some point. If you're going to do something in life, it should be something that you enjoy. Not whatever gets you an extra ten bucks per hour," I add. Sam nods, and I stuff my fists in my pockets.

"Sam!" someone yells.

"Dean?" Sam yells back. He starts to run, as do I. Off in the distance, I can see what I assume is a human.

"Sam, are you okay?" Dean asks.

"Yeah, what made you think I wasn't?" Sam asks.

"Well normally if a person doesn't come back within five minutes of a gunshot, that means trouble," Dean scolds.

"Well, I'm fine. Anyway, this is Lucy," Sam introduces me. Dean gives a slight nod of recognition and looks me up and down. Ugh, typical man. Then, he goes back to questioning Sam.

"What happened, anyway?" Dean asks.

"I was in the motel, and...well, this is gonna sound crazy, but I was trying to control this telekinesis thing that I have now. Uh, I figured out that it is controlled by fear. When Sam knocked on the door, it startled me, so I shattered the windows by accident," I say, trying to sound somewhat sane.

Sam gives Dean a look, and Dean asks, "Wait, so you get pulled out of Hell by some sort of demon, and then you start getting these powers?"

"Yep, pretty much."

"Did Seth say what he thinks got you out?"

"Yeah, but he didn't know the exact name for it. Uh, he referred to it as a 'creeper' or something like that. Sean said it was basically a mega-demon."

Sam then interjects, "What? Dean, you told me that this was pretty similar to all of our other jobs. Nobody told me we were dealing with a creeper."

"I thought you knew," Dean sighs.

"Why didn't you at least tell me?" Sam interrogates Dean.

"Because it's a demon that knows yellow-eyes, okay? I didn't want your judgement to be screwed because of Jessica," Dean retaliates. Sam grits his teeth, and he grabs Dean by the shirt collar, pushing him up against a brick wall.

"Why do you always keep things like this from me? This isn't just my battle, it killed mom, too!" Sam yells.

"Hey! Stop it!" I yell, trying to separate the two. "Let it go!"

"I don't tell you because I don't want you to get even madder than you already are about yellow-eyes," Dean spits out, trying to shove Sam away from him.

"Sam, just let it go, okay?" I try to reason. He then turns on me.

"You don't know anything about my family or what we've been through. You were probably raised in a perfect home with a perfect family. You're just like Dean; everyone's always kissing your ass, aren't they?" Sam screams in my face.

I lose my temper and I have never felt this level of fury in my life. "I doubt you were abused so much that you had to run away from home at fifteen!" I scream, and suddenly there is a wall of fire between us. Sam and Dean take a few steps back, and I go forward. The fire gets closer to them, and I finally calm down. The fire extinguishes, and I can feel the tears on my face. I go to wipe them away, but that's when I notice the blood.

I can't tell if I'm injured or if I am simply crying blood.