Escaping Hell

The Great Epiphany

I find Sam focusing on a book when I walk downstairs.

"Hello," I gingerly say.

"Oh, hey. I'm uh, I'm sorry for slicing your neck a bit there," he says, pointing to the knife wound.

"It's fine. Compared to when I died, this isn't too bad," I chuckle. Sam smiles, finally.

"What did Castiel do to me?" I ask, sitting down opposite to Sam.

"As far as I know, he just knocked you out. Got you to calm down or something," Sam shrugs. I nod.

"He was just in the room with me upstairs," I confess.

"Really? What did he say?" Sam furrows his eyebrows, closing his book.

"I can't remember the first part but then he said that he's always willing to help anybody related to the Winchesters," I tilt my head, "Is he talking about you and Dean?"

"Yeah, but why would he say something like that? It's so vague," Sam crosses his arms.

"I don't know; I think he mentioned it having to do with me getting dragged out of Hell," I say.

Sam's mouth opens slightly, as if he's remembering something. "Is he the one that got you out?"

"He said not to tell you."

"But he did?"

"Yes."

"He did the same for Dean."

"What?"

"Dean sold his soul for me and then he died but Castiel got him out of Hell and it's really just exhausting to explain."

"Okay. But what does Dean have to do with me? Why does an angel want me out of Hell?"

"I don't know."

Just then, Dean enters the room. "Oh, hey, so Cas didn't kill you after all," he smiles.

"Actually, it turns out he did the opposite to her," Sam informs Dean.

"What do you mean?" Dean asks, confused.

"He means that Castiel was the one who pulled me out of Hell," I admit.

"What?" Dean gasps, "Do you have a handprint on you?"

"I don't know, do I?" I ask, lifting my shirt sleeves. Nothing there. I then expose my back.

"You have a handprint right in the middle of your back, Lucy," Sam sighs.

"Well is this a good thing or a bad thing?" I roll my eyes.

"I think it's a good thing," Dean reassures me as I cover up the handprint. Well, at least it wasn't a demon who got me out, which is a huge relief. But still, why do I suddenly have psychic powers as a result?

"What time is it?" I ask randomly.

"Around four in the afternoon," Sam informs me, looking at the clock on the desk.

"Wait, so I was asleep for almost a whole day?" I gasp.

"Yeah, but after all, you were knocked out cold by an angel's powers, so...it's not exactly that unbelievable," Sam laughs.

"I may be a teenager but that is just way too much sleep," I giggle.

"You're a teenager?" Dean asks, confused as hell.

"Yeah. I'm nineteen," I tell them.

"This just became awkward. Sam, you're closer in age so you can keep talking or whatever, but I'm gonna try to find Bobby," Dean announces, awkwardly leaving the room.

"Anyway, I'm still curious about what Castiel said about being related to the Winchesters...am I like a distant cousin twice removed or something?" I rub my eyes.

"I just honestly do not know, so I can't give you an answer. If my dad was alive, maybe he could, but since he's gone, well, there's nothing I can do," Sam sorrowfully replies.

"Wait, what was your dad's name?" I ask, curious.

"John Winchester. He became a hunter after mine and Dean's mom was killed by a yellow-eyed demon. We've been hunting it ever since," Sam answers.

"That name just sounds so familiar but I just don't know why. I mean my stepfather's name is Jonathan but that's not-" I get choked on my own words.

"Oh my god...I never knew my real father, but maybe the name John Winchester seems so familiar is..." I trail off.

"Wait, are you saying that you're mine and Dean's..." Sam's face drains of color, as does mine.

"Okay, we all have to have our blood tested," I declare.

Oh, dear god, I can't believe this is happening.