Escaping Hell

Who Would Have Guessed

When everyone is asleep that night, I go downstairs and look through Bobby's demonology books. I'm trying to find out how to summon a demon or something; hopefully they'll be able to tell me what I want to hear: that I'm an only child.

Going through the book, I find a whole page dedicated to summoning demons. Okay, so I already have the Devil's Trap on the floor...all I need now is some salt, fire, and five candles. I check Bobby's cabinet, and I find about twelve candles. I grab five, and I also find some salt on a table in the kitchen. I don't have any matches, but then I remember that I can make fire. I set down the candles on each point of the Devil's Trap, and I make a circle of salt around the circle. As an extra precaution, I sprinkle salt around me as well. Then, I light the candles with my mind.

I then recite the summoning chant from Bobby's book. Before I know it, I'm standing face-to-face with a demon. It's a woman; she has tan skin, pitch black eyes, black hair, and she is wearing a green, form-fitting dress.

"You called?" she smiles.

"I need you to tell me some things," I say.

"I can only answer if you ask the questions," she smirks.

I sigh, "Do you know John Winchester?"

"Oh, that terrible bastard? Yeah, I know him. It's a good thing that he's in Hell, you know. He and his sons killed a lot of innocent people, you know. Sure, they were possessed, but there are still people inside the bodies us demons possess," the demon lady tells me.

"Yes, I believe I have heard of that concept before," I mumble.

"Now, anyway, why do you ask about John Winchester? He's dead and there is no way that anybody would sell their soul to get that son of a bitch out of the pit," she snarls.

"I just wanted to ask you a question, you know. I could just leave you here and wait for someone to kill you, you know," I grit my teeth.

Rolling her eyes, she says, "Ugh, fine. I'll answer your question. But, what could you give me that will make you rewarding of the truth?" she snickers.

"You can have two years of my life. It's just one question," I say.

"Hm...alright. What would you like to know?" she asks.

I swallow hard and take a deep breath. "Is...was...are..." I can't get it out. I don't know how to phrase it properly; I only get one shot.

"Who is my biological family?" I ask.

"You were the result of a mistake. Your real dad wasn't married to your mom. She lied to you. She lied to your so-called stepfather. Your real family? That includes your mother, John Winchester, and his sons. All of those years that you spent thinking that your father was a deadbeat or actually dead? Yeah, you were right about the deadbeat part. Your mom tried to tell him about you. He wanted no part of you. To be honest, he didn't even like being around his own sons. Why else would he force them into this monster-hunting life? What a pity that he wasn't able to ruin your life as well. Oh wait, he did. He left you and your mother for dead until she married that abusive dick whom she calls a husband. She married because of the money. Not because of love or even because of you!" the demon girl laughs maniacally in my face.

"You're telling the truth?" I ask, tears welling up in my eyes.

"Of course I am. Anyway, now that you've had your question answered honestly, I'll be taking those years of your life now," she tells me, holding out her hand. I reach mine out to shake it, but she pulls me inside the Devil's Trap with her.

"You listen to me," she whispers in my ear, "if you even think about killing me, I'll rip your heart out."

"Why stop there? You have no heart, you worthless bitch," I snarl.

"You got what you wanted. Let me out of the Devil's Trap," she demands.

"Nah...I'm not letting you out until I can make sure that you're telling the truth," I smirk.

"I AM TELLING THE TRUTH!" she screams demonically in my mind. It is so piercing that I drop to my knees, and she grabs my arm. In one swing, she throws me against the wall, and I feel blood on the back of my head instantly.

"Go to Hell!" I scream at her.

"I can't. You trapped me here, remember? If you want me to leave, get me out," she growls, "Otherwise, I'll find you, and I'll make sure you are tortured until the day you die."

"You first, bitch," I say, getting up and body-slamming her. I set fire to the inside of the Devil's Trap, but she picks me up again and I hear the sound of footsteps running down the stairs. Right before Sam and Dean stab her in the neck, she throws me clear across the room, right through a window.

So...I'm actually a Winchester.