Sam and I find Rebecca's room, and the door has three locks on it that we have to pick. Since Sam's probably done this a lot, he gets the door unlocked in no time. When we step inside, I can see why they wanted Rebecca's death room to never be opened again. The windows were all boarded up and the carpet still had blood stains. It's like the crime scene never got cleaned up.
"Hey, I'm gonna cut out the bloody carpet so we can burn it. You probably need to look for something of hers that could have her hair on it; most likely a comb or something," Sam tells me. I nod and walk in the bathroom. While Sam is ripping up the carpet with his knife, I search the bathroom for a hair clip or anything that can have her hair on it. When I look in the cabinet under the sink, I spot a hairbrush.
As I reach for the hairbrush, I am thrown out of the bathroom by the spirit.
"Are you okay?" Sam asks, helping me up.
"Yeah. She has a hairbrush in there and we need to burn that too," I inform Sam.
"I'll kick the door open, and you need to make a mad dash for that hairbrush. We'll burn it after that," Sam nods.
"Okay. Go," I say, and Sam kicks the door open, breaking the doorknob in the process. I run in, and the spirit tries to come after me, but then I see Sam holding a lighter under the section of blood-soaked carpet. She goes after him, and as I get the hairbrush, Sam tosses me the piece of carpet. I grab it and throw both the hairbrush and the carpet in the bathtub. I don't have a lighter, and I see Sam get pinned up against a wall. I throw salt on the items, and then I grab a single match out of my pocket. After I light it, I throw it in the tub, and the spirit appears towards me. She throws me down on the floor and chokes me. But then, finally, she starts to disappear.
I take deep breaths after Rebecca's spirit is gone, and I look to Sam.
"Are you okay?" I ask hoarsely. He holds up one of his thumbs to indicate that he's fine. I grip the corner of the sink and pull myself off of the ground.
"So now that the hard part is over," Sam says, wiping the blood off of a small cut on his face, "now we have to see if Dean told the receptionist that she's dead."
"Why do we have to tell her?" I ask, "I mean, she's not being mean to people. Do we even know where she's gonna go after she moves on?"
"I don't know. But we just have to. Wherever she's gonna go is probably better than working at a hotel for eternity," Sam shrugs.
"What if she's doomed to go to Hell? What then?" I press.
Sam sighs, "Look, nobody knows where they're gonna go when they die, unless they make some sort of deal. Now, anyway, we have to go befor-"
Sam's words are cut off by me beginning to cough. Sam rolls his eyes, and we go back downstairs as I continue to cough. It gets gradually worse, and the tingling in my spine and chest is getting stronger. It almost feels like...burning. By the time we make it to our hotel room, I'm gagging and I can taste blood.
"What's wrong with her?" Cas asks as I sit down in a chair next to a trash can.
"I don't-" I get out before another gagging fit starts. This time, I cover my mouth, and that's when I notice the blood dripping onto the floor. I keep on spitting up more blood, and the taste is so vile that I want to throw up.
Cas touches my forehead, but nothing happens. "I can't heal her. I don't know what's wrong."
"Lucy?" I hear Dean say as he enters the room. I then drop to the floor in convulsions.
At first, I can still hear the warped yells of everyone in the room, but then I start to see something else. I see a lightning storm, and then I see a house. It's old and abandoned looking on the outside, but a look on the inside reveals something much more complex. All of the walls are metal, and there are sigils all over the place. I see a demon being held captive, one with red eyes. As my field of vision shifts, I see a man with his back turned. When he turns around, I vaguely recognize him, but he begins to slowly carve into the demon's skin with a special knife.
"Tell me where they are," the man demands.
"I'm not telling you shit," the demon spits back at him. The man then stabs the demon straight through the leg.
"Maybe you didn't hear me. Where's my family? What did you do with them?" he yells.
"We killed them all," the demon grits his teeth.
"I know you're lying," the man growls.
The demon then says, "Fine. All I know is that there are demons all over the country looking for your kids. They've got high prices on their heads. You know, since they're Winchesters."
"Yeah, exactly. And that's what we do; we kill bastards like you," the man smirks, jamming his knife into the demon's throat, killing it instantly. "Tell all your little friends that John Winchester escaped from Hell, you son of a bitch."
I wake up staring at a huge pool of blood. Dean, Cas, and Sam are all kneeling in front of me, and they look surprised when my eyes open.
"What the hell just happened?" Dean asks, assisting me in getting to a sitting position. My face is covered in blood, as well as my hands and the front of my shirt. The tingling in my body has stopped for now.
"This might sound crazy, but," I say, "John is alive."
YOU ARE READING
Escaping Hell
ParanormalEver heard stories of people who die, but come back to earth? Maybe you've heard of all three afterlives; purgatory, hell, and heaven? Perhaps you learned it from a class about religion in school. Maybe you just saw it in an episode of Supernatural...
