Escaping Hell

Hourglass

After explaining the dream to Sam and Dean, Dean says, "Dammit. How are we supposed to fix this?"

"I have no clue. Maybe Cas would know how to deal with it..." I trail off.

"She's right. Maybe he can get one of the higher order angels to rip out whatever Lucifer put in," Sam agrees.

"So does that mean we're just supposed to wait for Cas to get back from whatever willy-nilly adventure he's on?" I ask, bewildered.

"He won't be gone too long, I promise. This will all get figured out soon and it will all be over, okay?" Sam reassures me.

"Fine," I huff.

"And don't stress about it, either. God, you're almost twenty and you don't need to go get hypertension," Dean laughs a little, making me smile a bit.

"Well, I'm going out to do a few things with Matthew tomorrow, so there's that," I smirk, knowing that it'll piss of at least one of the boys.

"Wait, you're going on a date?" Dean raises an eyebrow.

"I guess you can call it that," I reply.

"That little sh-" Dean starts, but Sam cuts him off.

"What Dean means to say is that we're fine with you going out to have a little bit of fun for once," he says, giving Dean a look, "Just don't do anything stupid."

"Okay," I say, trying not to laugh at Dean's expression.

The Next Day...

"Hello, Matthew," I smile at him through the door.

"Hello, Lucy," Matthew smiles, copying my demeanor. He takes his hand out from behind his back, and he hands me a yellow rose.

"Thank you so much. This is so pretty," I grin, "So, where are we going?"

I walk with him to the Charger as he replies, "Oh, just a little visit to one of the fields up here. I also brought lunch."

"So, a picnic?" I ask.

"Yeah, a picnic," Matthew replies while we both get in his car. "I like your shirt."

I'm wearing a tight, long-sleeved, blue shirt, mostly because blue is my favorite color and it goes well with my eyes. "Thank you so much," I reply as he begins to back the car out of the driveway.

When we get to the field, Matthew tells me to go pick a spot with a little bit of shade, and that he'll meet me there. Scampering off to find the perfect spot, I smile to myself a little bit. I haven't had a day this nice in my whole life. As I set down a sheet on the grass by the tree line, I look back out at Matthew. He's holding a bag, and I assume that it's the food. Sitting down on the sheet next to me, he says, "This is one of my favorite places. It's just so empty and calm, and I love it."

Nodding, I feel myself smile a bit. I don't know why, but I really like him. "Do any deer ever come here? It seems like they would," I ask.

"Actually, not that I've seen. It's weird, because you'd think they'd be all over the place, you know?" Matthew replies, furrowing his brows as he gets some sandwiches out of the bag. He hands one to me, and I take a bite as he begins to eat his.

"Maybe the deer are scared of something," I shrug, eating more of the sandwich. This. Is. So. Freaking. Good.

I'm enjoying the scenery and Matthew's company, until I see him holding a bag of pecans.

"Are those pecans?" I ask, even though I already know they are.

"Yeah," he says, "Do you want some?" He puts a handful of them towards me.

"No, thanks," I say, "I'm allergic to them."

"Oh," he says, frowning a bit, putting the pecans back in a plastic bag, "I'm sorry."

"No, it's okay, I just can't have them," I shrug.

He quickly changes the subject by asking, "So, how much longer are you going to be able to stay in town?"

"It depends on when my brothers and I get a reason to leave," I say.

"What does that mean?" Matthew asks. I don't want to tell him I'm a hunter, so I lie.

"Uh, well," I begin, "My brothers have a bit of a weird job. They..." I'm having trouble thinking of an excuse.

"They...do what?" Matthew asks.

"They work for the FBI," I say.

"Really? That's impressive," Matthew says, "But, why do you always have to go with them?"

"I guess that's what you do for family," I shrug, "You stay with them."

"Yeah. The only family I have is myself," Matthew frowns.

"I felt that way before I found my brothers," I sympathize, "So I know how you feel."

As I lay down on my back, Matthew asks, "What are you doing?"

"Let's stop focusing on being lonely. We have each other right now, don't we?" I ask, continuing, "I'm gonna watch the clouds."

Following suit and laying on his back, Matthew smiles a little, and comments, "You know how to keep people from overthinking..."

The clouds are big and fluffy, and the air is cool yet peaceful. I begin to point out the shapes of the clouds, and how they look like animals, shapes, etcetera. There is a period of silence, and then I hear Matthew say, "Now that's beautiful."

I look at the clouds, trying to see what he means. Finding nothing, I ask, "Where?"

"Right next to me," Matthew says, looking at me.

"I am not beautiful," I shake my head.

Matthew furrows his brows, and asks, "What makes you think that?"

"You hardly know me. I am not beautiful," I sigh.

"I know enough about you to know that you won't go down without a fight. You love to have fun. You may have had problems in the past, but I can tell that you're a good person," Matthew says, running one of his hands through my hair. I can't stop myself from blushing now.

Without thinking, I lean in and press my lips to his. Quickly, I stop myself. "I'm sorry," I apologize, shaking my head a little bit. I sit up, and my cheeks feel hot from embarassment.

"You don't have to be sorry," Matthew laughs a little, putting a hand to my face. He kisses me, and I kiss him back. I'm slightly taken aback by the bliss of the kiss, and I fall back onto my back, causing him to fall on me. I laugh, pushing back his hair a little bit, and we kiss some more.

Is this what love feels like?