Escaping Hell

You Can't Handle the Truth

My vision is blurry, but I can see the demon die after she's stabbed. My ears are ringing, and there are small fragments of glass in my arms and back. My hearing is warped and my head is killing me. Two figures approach me, and I know it's Sam and Dean. They try to talk to me but I just can't keep up; I can't even hear them right.

Then, a single voice hits my mind like a punch.

"She's not dying, is she?" I hear Sam say. I don't think I heard it, though.

I try to respond.

"I'm alive," I try to communicate, but my lips aren't moving.

"Lucy? How are you in my head? Can you hear me?" Sam asks.

"Yeah. Wait, am I talking with my mind?" I reply.

"Yes. We literally aren't even talking," Sam's voice echoes in my skull.

"How bad do I look? My head is my worst problem," I inform Sam telepathically.

"To be honest, pretty bad, but I think you'll be fine," he tells me.

"Don't lie," I yell in my head.

"Okay, you took quite the beating, but-" Sam begins.

"Just call Castiel," I scream in agony. This time, it's audible. I can feel myself being laid on a table, my back facing the ceiling.

"I don't know how!" Sam says frantically.

"Dean, if you know how, please, please get him here. He's an angel and he can fix this. He wouldn't want me dead, would he? Please," I beg Dean telepathically.

I shut my eyes and I know I'm unconscious.

"Lucy," I hear Castiel call.

"Castiel? Where are you? You have to get me to wake up. You have to make me better. Please. I'm sorry for summoning the demon," I cry.

"I don't know if I can-" he begins.

"Yes you can! Do not lie to me, Castiel. Please, please. I just found out who I really am and I know you probably knew it all along but nobody else did!" I sob, "I'm scared."

"Okay. But, I have to admit, this is going to hurt more than Hell ever could. Are you sure you want to?" he asks.

"Yes. Before now, I had nothing to live for. Please, just, wake me up," I whisper into the void.

Suddenly, I see white. It feels like a hundred lightning bolts are striking me all at once. I scream internally but nothing comes out. I can feel my whole body burning and being electrocuted.

My eyes fly open and I begin to gasp for air. All I see around me are lights and blood-soaked cloths. There are hands grabbing me and forcing me down and I don't know what to do. I don't remember where I am or how I got here.

Then, it all hits me at once. My hearing is back and all of my vision is back. I start to feel the sensation of breathing again. Multiple voices are speaking and I can't even hear myself think.

"Lucy?"

"Are you okay?"

"It's alright, you're fine."

"Calm down."

"Lydia?"

I stop resisting and I turn my head to the side, wanting to stop looking at the light hanging above me. That's when I see the table next to me. There are tons of tiny shards of glass, all of which have blood on them. There are way too many bloody bandages for me to count. An empty syringe of morphine glares at me from the table.

I slowly lift up my arm and see the bandages everywhere. Then, everyone's faces come into focus.

"Lucy?" Dean says.

"I'm awake," I reply.

"Why did you summon a demon?" Sam asks.

"That's something I have to tell you later," I say, lifting up a hand to block the light from reaching my face.

"Why can't you tell them now?" Bobby questions.

"Because I'm tired and I feel like I'm going to puke my guts up. Why else would I not tell them?" I explain. Ugh, I've had enough of this light. I focus on the light switch, and I turn the light off with my telekinesis. "Ah, good. I can see now." I grip the sides of the table, and I manage to push myself up, even with trembling hands.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Sam asks telepathically.

I look him straight in the face and reply, "Yes. Dean got Castiel to wake me up and he knows it. But something tells me that Castiel isn't telling you two anything important."

Sam glances at Dean, then back at me. This time, actually speaking, he suggests, "Hey, Bobby, why don't you go burn the demon's body? I think that the three of us need to talk."

"Sure. I might as well; the bitch is starting to stink," Bobby agrees, and leaves the room.

"Okay, so, do you want the truth now?" I ask Dean and Sam.

"Yes," Dean says without missing a beat.

"I called that demon to get some answers about me and about you guys," I confess.

"What did you need to know about us?" Dean interrogates me.

"Well, it turns out that I am not an only child. Also, that means that you guys have a sister," I explain.

"Wait, so, you're saying that our dad went and fuc-" Dean starts.

Sam cuts him off, saying, "What he means to say is that your mom and our dad had a thing at one time?"

"Do you mean 'thing' as in 'relationship' or 'thing' as in 'me'?" I ask.

"Both," Dean answers.

"Yeah, apparently. But I wouldn't exactly call it a relationship. I was never supposed to exist, and apparently John wanted no part of me or my mother after he found out about me," I admit.

"Bullshit," Dean says, "Do you have any idea how much demons lie? They don't ever tell the truth out of the goodness of their hearts."

"I know," I retaliate, "and that's why I made a deal with the demon."

"What kind of deal?" Dean asks, his eyes getting a twinge wider.

"I gave her two years of my life in exchange for an honest answer. She took my offer," I explain.

Dean sighs a small sigh of relief.

"Dean?" I ask.

"What?"

"You've made a deal before, haven't you?" I ask, tilting my head slightly.

"How did you know?" he narrows his eyes.

"I can just tell," I answer honestly. He looks away.

"Yes, I did. I sold my soul to bring Sam back to life," he tells me. Well, okay, that explains things.

"So...you're our sister?" Sam asks slowly.

"Apparently. Oh, and it's half-sister," I correct him.

"So, when's your next hunt?" I ask.