Escaping Hell

Dark Waters

Freezing.

This is the first thing that comes to my mind when I find consciousness. The ground underneath my body is covered in frost and icy dew. The forest is foggy and dim, as well as very, very cold. Two things lay in front of me: a fire axe, and my silver knife. I get up, and I slip the knife into its holster, as well as hold the axe in case of predators or enemies. As I take a shaky breath out, I see white fog escape my mouth. My knuckles are red from the cold, and I really need to get somewhere warm unless I want frostbite.

After five minutes of walking, I come across a frozen dirt trail. Should I go left or right?

"Lucy," a voice whispers. Going against my instincts, I decide to go right, towards the voice.

"Hello?" I ask the disembodied voice.

"Lucy..."

"Show yourself!" I shout.

I feel a hand on my shoulder, and I immediately kick whoever is behind me.

"Jesus!" Sam yells, "What the hell?"

"Did you hear that too?" I ask of him.

"Hear what?" he asks.

"Nothing. Where are we?" I ask, turning away from him, on the lookout for the source of the whispering.

"A place worse than hell," I hear Sam say before he grabs me from behind, putting a hand over my mouth. I dropped the axe but I still have my knife. Grasping it from my belt, I cut his hand with it and start running.

He corners me soon after, and I am slowly backing up to a tree. "Sam, stop! What's gotten in to you?"

"All you have done is get us in trouble," he says, "If you weren't here then Lucifer wouldn't be chasing us. You belong with him. He disgusts me almost as much as you do."

"What are you talking about? You guys chose to let me in!" I say.

"Don't you remember? I told you to leave when you first started hunting with us," Sam reminds me.

I am hit with a cold memory. "There's the door..." I say, repeating his words.

"And now, I'll have the satisfaction of knowing that you're dead," he says, locking his hands around my throat.

My eyes fly open, and I see Sam standing over me.

He is going to kill you.

"Go away!" I scream, hitting him square in the chest, "Don't hurt me anymore!"

"What are you talking about?" Sam asks, lifting his arms to shield himself.

"Just go away!" I yell at him. I'm crying now, because I just want this to end. Then, I feel someone grab my arms and put them behind me. "Let go!"

"Lucy, it's Dean. Calm down. What are you talking about?" Dean asks, restraining me from beating up Sam.

"You were dreaming, Lucy," Sam says.

"You tried to kill me," I whisper.

"He did what?" Dean asks.

"He tried to choke me to death in the forest," I say, no longer trying to break free of Dean's grip, "He had said the same thing he said weeks ago. That he didn't want me here and that I can just leave."

"When did I ever say that?" Sam asks.

"When we were at that motel and we were arguing, you had told me that if I didn't like it, I could leave and then you said, 'There's the door!'" I reply.

Dean says, "Well, you know he never meant that."

"He did when he said it," I say.

Sam is silent.

"Do you think it was Lucifer?" he finally speaks up.

"I don't have a clue anymore, Sam. I really don't," I answer. I feel a tear fall off of my face, and I quickly wipe it away in frustration.

"Sammy, you should probably leave her alone for now," Dean says. Sam nods and leaves the room.

"Where's Cas?" I ask before Dean can say anything else.

"Downstairs," Dean answers.

"Can you tell him to come up here?" I ask. "Please."

"Sure," Dean sighs. As he leaves to go get Castiel, I sit back on my bed, resting my head on my hands. I know that I'm Sam's sister and that he would probably never go as far as to kill me, but he has still resented me since day one. He was unsure of me right when he saw me. For Christ's sake, he shot a bullet at me! What if Lucifer does end up turning me into something I'm not? Will Sam be the first one to volunteer to kill me?

"Hello, Lucy," Cas greets, entering the room, "Dean told me that you wanted to speak with me."

"Yeah, I did. Come on over here and sit down," I reply. After he does, I continue, "I need your help with something."

"I can help you with anything. I owe you," Cas nods.

"Look, I can't stay here and cause these boys any more trouble. Lucifer is already beginning to make me doubt my trust of Sam, and I don't know how long it will be until he does the same with the way I think of Dean," I explain, "That being said, I need you to help me run away and hide from them. Either until I die or until someone puts Lucifer back in his cage."

Cas ponders this for a moment. "What are you asking me to do?"

"I'm asking you to take me somewhere that the boys won't know where I am," I answer.

"To ensure your safety, I think it would be best if I accompanied you. I could protect you from Lucifer with the grace that I have-" Cas begins, but I stop him.

"The more you use your angel mojo, the more your grace fades away. An angel visited me the other day...she said her name was Hannah. Maybe, if you trust her, she can protect me. But you, you need to stay here with the boys. They can help you get your grace back, and they need you more," I tell him.

"Okay. I will only do this if you make sure that Hannah updates me on your condition regularly," Cas agrees, "I will contact Hannah and you two will be gone by midnight." Cas gives me a sad look, and he gets up to leave.

"Wait!" I say. "If I don't make it, I...I want you to have this." I hand him my journal. "Please don't look at it unless I'm either dead or in the hands of Lucifer, okay?"

"You have my word," Cas smiles, accepting the journal and exiting the room.

Another tear manages to leave my eye. This time, no more follow.