Escaping Hell

Take A Break

I wake up around six in the morning, and I see that Sam and Dean are still asleep, of course. Castiel, however, is sitting in a chair next to my bed, flipping through my journal.

"Morning, Cas," I say groggily.

"Good morning, Lucy," Castiel replies, not taking his eyes off of my journal.

"Do any of my journal entries interest you?" I ask.

"Yes, in fact, they do. Especially this one," he says, pointing to a section of the journal, "You are talking about a woman named Alexandria. You say that her dog is funnier than she is, which I found quite amusing."

I chuckle at this, and I shake my head a little. "Her dog's name was Molly. It was a gift I gave Alexandria for her eighteenth birthday," I explain to Castiel.

"What is the point of keeping a creature such as a cat or a dog?" Castiel asks, flipping to the next page in my journal.

"It's like a little companion to have around. Of course they can't talk, but they're just nice to have around. They make humans happy," I answer.

Castiel stops flipping the pages in my book. "The rest of these pages are blank."

"I know. More than half of that book is blank. I haven't had a chance to write in it since I died," I nod. Cas hands the journal to me.

"You have time to write now," Cas smiles. I smile in return, and I grab a pen from the table next to the bed.

I write, "Wednesday, July 23rd, 2014. It is six in the morning, and my angel friend, Castiel, wanted me to write in this journal. So, I did. I don't doubt that Cas will continue to read my journal until it's full." I then close the book, and I put it back in my backpack. Looking back over to Cas, I realize that he doesn't have anything to do now. "Hey, do you wanna go with me so I can get some breakfast?" I suggest.

"I suppose," he replies, standing up. I put on my shoes, and I grab Dean's keys off of the key holder next to the door. While I'm out, I might as well get him and Sam food, too.

Driving the Impala is quite nice, and I hope that Dean won't be pissed at me for driving it without his permission. However, even if he would be, I think that the food would get rid of any sort of sour feelings toward me driving Baby without him. Cas is actually quite quiet in the car, but it's not something I would change if I could. He just silently watches the trees and buildings go by as I try to find some place that serves food.

Up ahead, I spot a drive-in restaurant. It's quite small, but I don't doubt that it's good. Normally, small-town, family-owned businesses like this make their food pretty well, since this is their sole way of generating a good income. I know Castiel doesn't usually eat at all, but I still have to ask if he wants any food.

"No thank you, but I would be happy to order," Cas offers.

"Are you sure? I can if you don't want to," I say, even though the only thing I'm worried about is him not knowing what to do.

"Yes," Cas responds.

He is very monotone about it, but he doesn't forget anything. I pay for the food after we receive it, and then I turn and head back to the motel. When I pull into a parking space, I grab the two bags of food from Castiel, and then we go back to the motel room.

As suspected, when I open the door, the boys are still asleep. Not that I blame them, though. It's still only around 6:45 in the morning.

"Here, be quiet," I tell Cas, snickering to myself. I'm gonna screw around a little bit.

I take a deep breath, flip on the lights, and yell, "WAKE UP! I HAVE FOOD!"

Both Sam and Dean are jolted from sleep, and Dean groans, "What the hell?"

"Get up. I brought you food," I laugh.

"No," Sam protests, stuffing his face in his pillow.

I sigh, and I then say, "Dean, I brought pie."

"Sleep can wait, pie can't," he says, getting up finally.

I toss him the bag with his and Sam's food in it.

"Wait, did you drive my car to get this?" Dean realizes.

"Yes. But I brought you pie. You should thank me," I tell him.

"Fine," he agrees.

"I think Sam's comatose," I smirk.

"Nope, just too tired," his words are muffled by the pillow.

"More like too lazy," I roll my eyes.

"Precisely," Cas whispers to me. I giggle a little.

"Sam, get up," Dean says, tossing the bag at Sam's head.

"Ow. Fine," Sam grumbles, sitting up and opening the bag. I open my own bag and get out my hash browns.

"You know what, I never really noticed it until now, but you almost never eat meat. What's wrong with you?" Dean raises an eyebrow while stuffing his face with bacon.

"I never really saw a reason for it. I eat it on occasion, but I'm just not one for meat, y'know? Sometimes it just grosses me out," I shrug.

"And seeing the guts of demons we kill doesn't?" Dean makes a weird face.

"There is a difference between seeing gore and eating it," I counter.

"Touché," Dean says, continuing to eat.

Around noon, all of us begin to pack up our things to leave. I pick up my journal, and I add on to the entry from earlier today, "It's now about 12:10pm. Since there was no sign of demon activity here, contrary to what we thought when we arrived, we are heading south, to Knoxville, Tennessee. There is a supposed vengeful spirit terrorizing guests at a hotel in the downtown area of the city, near Gay Street."

I then stuff the journal back into my backpack, and I sling it over my shoulder, leaving the room to go put it in the Impala. Sam is still getting his stuff together in the room, Dean is checking us out of the motel, and Cas zapped himself somewhere a few hours ago. He's supposed to meet us in Tennessee at around two o'clock.

That's when I hear the footsteps behind me. A hand reaches over my mouth, and I try to scream, but it's no use. A huge force hits me in the head, and I'm out like a light.