Escaping Hell

Gas Pedal

"Where are we gonna do this?" Matthew asks, getting into the Charger.

"We race back to your house. I'm gonna tell my brother Sam first, and then we'll go," I tell him, going to the garage door that leads into the house.

"Hey Sam!" I yell upstairs.

"Yeah?" he hollers back.

"I'm going back to Matthew's house with him. I'll call you when I get there!" I say.

"Okay! Drive safe!" he replies. I sort of laugh to myself, because God knows that I'm not going to be driving safely this time.

"Ready?" I ask Matthew through our open windows.

"Yep," he says, revving his engine.

"Go!" I yell, stepping on the gas pedal. I turn out onto the main road before him, and the race is officially on.

He tries to pass me on the two-lane road, but I stop him by closing the space in between our cars. He backs off, leaving me more room to accelerate. I'm going about 70, and he is at a solid 65. We come up to a sharp turn, and I brake before he does. He drifts through the turn, and ends up in front of me.

"This boy can drive," I chuckle, getting back up to speed. Now, we're on a long, straight road, and this is the fun part. I get right next to him, and we both try to go faster than the other. We've both reached 115 miles per hour. Matthew looks over at me, and I wink back at him. I let off of the gas, letting him get an advantage, but let's just keep that our little secret.

Matthew ends up winning, of course. I could have won if I actually wanted to.

"That was freaking awesome," Matthew says.

"Here's the pink slip," I say, reaching in my pocket to give it to him.

"Thanks. Hey, we should do that again sometime. How do you know how to drive like that?" he asks.

"A girl has to make spare money somehow, right?" I laugh, as does he.

"C'mon, let's go inside," Matthew says, and I follow him inside his house.

After talking for a while, a question that I never wanted to come up, comes up.

"So, can you tell me about yourself?" Matthew asks, a curious look on his face.

I lean back in the chair I'm sitting in, sighing, "Wow. Well, that's a really long story. My brothers aren't completely my brothers; we're half-siblings. My dad is dead, and my mom and I never used to get along. Hm...oh, yeah, my brothers' mom died when they were really young; it was some sort of accident, I think it was a house fire. My family is so messed up, man. I actually didn't know my brothers existed until about a year ago."

"Really? Well, I'm an only child, and I'm not sure if my dad is dead or if he just never wanted to have any part of me. I've always been okay with it, though, because there is some part of me that can't help but try to find the good in things," Matthew shrugs.

"I guess we all have daddy issues, don't we?" I laugh, making Matthew smile.

"Yeah, I suppose so," Matthew chuckles.

"What is your mom like?" I ask Matthew.

"Oh...well, she died a few months ago. That's why I live by myself," Matthew says, "She was put on a new medication, she ended up having an allergic reaction, and she died. Just as simple as that."

"That's awful," I gasp.

"So, about that sightseeing thing tomorrow," Matthew changes the subject, "Should I pick you up around noon?"

"That sounds great!" I smile.

"I have another question," he says.

"What's that?" I ask.

"What's your last name?" he laughs.

"Legally, it's Gretchen. Well, legally my name is Lydia Gretchen. However, I've always gone by Lucy, and I use my brothers' last name now, so my name is Lucy Winchester," I explain.

"Winchester?" Matthew asks, a thoughtful look on his face.

"What?" I ask, tilting my head.

"Your dad...was his name John?" Matthew asks.

My face falls.

"How do you know that?" I question.

Matthew replies, "I remember my mom talking about him a few times, saying he was a little bit crazy and that he wasn't the best person."

"Well, your mom wasn't wrong," I shrug.

"But that's not all. She said that he and a few other people saved my life when I was a baby...apparently someone tried to kidnap me but they didn't get far. To this day, I wonder what that's all about. Do you think that we're talking about the same John Winchester?" Matthew asks.

"I hate to admit it, but yes, I do," I agree.

"It does seem weird though, the fact that he'd be trying to protect me when you're the same age as me. You would have been a baby, too," Matthew tilts his head.

"John left before my mom even knew she was pregnant with me," I explain, "So he either didn't know about me at that point or he didn't care. He had Sam and Dean to worry about, though. I guess he had a lot on his mind."

"Yeah, I guess," Matthew sighs.

My head hurts so bad right now.

"Is it okay if I lay down?" I ask Matthew.

"Yeah. Do you feel okay?" he asks, putting a hand on my shoulder.

"My head just hurts. I'll be better in a few minutes," I wave it off.

"As long as you're sure."

"I'm sure."

It is pitch black. I put my hands forward, trying to feel around in the darkness, and they are met with cold metal. I follow the wall, only to figure out that I'm trapped in a metal box. I reach in my pocket for a lighter, but i find nothing. I have always been afraid of the dark. Feeling a tap on my shoulder, I shriek and put my back to one of the metal walls. Suddenly, the box is lit up with the light of a flame.

I see a copy of me, except it isn't quite me. Staring at it, speechless, it smiles, its eyes flickering black. It is using pyrokinesis to make the flame. "You see, you think that I'm some type of monster," the doppelgänger says with a sly smile, "But in reality, I am just showing you a glimpse of your future. Lucifer may be in his cage, but he planted a seed in you that has been growing. When it grows enough, you will become what you see here."

"What did he do to me?" I scream, trying to punch the doppelgänger, but I am somehow instantly bound to the box by chains.

"I can't tell you. What I can tell you is that your time is running out, and that you can't be saved easily," the demon version of me smiles.

"Lucy," I hear someone say, "Lucy, hey, wake up! Lucy!"

I open my eyes, and I feel Matthew's hand on my cheek. He looks pretty worried.

"Hey, are you okay?" he asks.

"Yeah. It was just a bad dream," I say, putting my hand over his for a moment before taking both of our hands off of my face.

"You should probably be heading back home. You were asleep for about an hour or two," Matthew says gently.

"You're probably right. I'll call Dean and uh," I pause, sitting up and thinking for a bit, "I'll call you when I get there."

"Okay. Hey, it was just a dream, okay?" Matthew says, possibly because he can see the worry on my face. If only he knew how much has happened to me...frankly, I would be happy if he never knew. The last thing I would want to do is drag him into this life.