Post by princessb on Feb 6, 2016 7:04:10 GMT
I died. I remember dying. A hellhound had ripped me open and there was no surviving it. We made the plan to let them in the store we were in and blowing them sky high. My mom opted to stay behind, to be the one to let the hounds in while Sam and Dean got out of there. They had to go on to try and stop Lucifer and I knew there was no way I would be there. Dean finally kissed me, one of the things I'd been waiting on for so long, and then it was over. I died before we got to press the button that blew the store up. I died leaning against my mother. And then I was in heaven. Well, my own personal heaven but it was still heaven. It had everything I wanted and I thought I was happy. I no longer worried about things on earth, about my former friends. It's not that I didn't remember them, because I did. It was more that I felt at peace here and had no worries. And it was this way for a long time. I happily enjoyed my time in heaven, never wondering about those I left behind on earth. That is, until one day, I wasn't in heaven anymore.
"Wake up."
There's a voice in my head. It was soft but it was there. And it was telling me to wake up. What did it mean wake up? I was dead. I couldn't wake up.
"Wake up!"
The voice was louder this time. How can I wake up? I'm dead. I'm in heaven. There is no waking up.
"WAKE UP!"
The voice boomed inside my head and I suddenly realized...that hurt. Why did it hurt? I'm dead so it shouldn't hurt. And yet, it had hurt. I realize that my head is actually throbbing, almost as if I had a headache. Headaches weren't possible in heaven, were they? I didn't ever remember getting a headache before now and yet, my head throbbed as if I had one. Was this even possible?
"You have to get up. Important work to do."
Work? What work? I was dead and in heaven. The only work I had to do was at the roadhouse and even that wasn't important. It was more because I enjoyed it.
"Open your eyes and get up. You've got work to do."
Open my eyes? What do you mean open my eyes? I'm dead! What don't you get about that? I already know what I'll see if I open them. I'll see the roadhouse and the customers inside.
"DO IT!"
I can't help but cringe at the tone. It seems...angry now. Or, maybe not so much angry as impatient. Why would it be so impatient? Seriously, it's not like my work was important. But yet, the voice was saying it was and that it needed done. And then I realize, it doesn't smell like the roadhouse. Why doesn't it smell like the roadhouse?
"Open your eyes and you'll see. Then you'll understand."
Okay, okay. I get it. Point made. I'm doing it. I shake my head some and then open my eyes. And, to my surprise, it isn't the roadhouse I see. Instead, I find myself in the middle of a field. Why am I in the middle of a field? I glance down and I'm in the clothes I died in, complete with the blood that was on them when I died. I shift my shirt up some, almost afraid to see what was underneath. But to my surprise, there's nothing there. I am once again whole. I can't help but to run my hand over the spot where the hellhound had ripped me open, feeling the smooth flesh underneath it. How was this even possible? I died. There was no body left after the explosion.
"All will be revealed in time. For now, you need to make your way east. There will be a motel about fifteen miles that way. There will be a bag waiting at the desk for you, along with a room."
I can't help but blink. Someone knows I'm coming? How does anyone know I'm coming? I don't even know how I'm back here.
"Do not worry about that right now. All will be revealed in time. Now go."
I blink more but I can't fight the curiousness that is rising in me. I'm sure that people are going to look at me strange because of the blood on my clothes but that would just have to be something I ignore. I take a look around and once I've figured out which way east is, I begin walking that way. Amazingly, my legs aren't the least little bit weak. It's strange that it feels like just yesterday that I was walking around. My movement is just as easy now as it was then. I'm unaware of how much time has passed since I passed. I could have probably asked the voice I was hearing but there was no saying it would have even told me, let alone whether I would have believed it. Maybe that was why whatever the voice was, it was being so cryptic. I don't understand why I'm back here. I don't understand why it's just me. But then, I'm not even sure it is just me. For all I know, my mother is back as well. All I know is that I was alone in the field.
It takes me about three hours to walk the fifteen miles to the motel. I wasn't speed walking but I wasn't taking my time either. I wanted to get there to see if this was going to make sense to me. I'm still confused as to why I'm back. Not to mention HOW I was back in my body when there hadn't been a body for me to return to. Maybe I can get some answers once I get to my room. The voice had said there would be a room for me. My eyes go to the door of the motel as I stop. The voice hadn't told me what name to give. I shrug and move over, pulling the door open before stepping inside. It's not a shit motel but then it isn't highly rated either. Seems like the perfect place. Maybe that was why the voice told me to come here, because it was just the kind of motel a hunter like me would check into when on the road.
I move over to the desk and look to the guy behind it. He doesn't seem too disturbed to see me or the blood on my clothes. That one surprises me. "Umm, hi. The name's Jo. Jo Harvelle." The guy seems to brighten now. "Ah, Miss Harvelle. I've been waiting for you." He turned and disappeared, only to return a moment later with a bag and a key. "Here are you're things. You've got the room at the end. Room 115." I can't help but blink at him, raising a brow as he seems to go back to whatever he was doing when I came in. "Umm, isn't there something I need to sign?" The guy looked up and shook his head. "No ma'am. The room's already been taken care of." I can't help but blink even more. The guy simply smiles and goes back to whatever he was doing. I reach and take the bag and the room key before turning and heading to go back outside. What the hell was going on? Why was I back? I knew I needed to get some answers. That was when the paper on the stand caught my eye. I reach out and snatch one. The guy behind the counter doesn't even seem to notice. My eyes go to the date of the paper, which was what had caught my attention, and then they widen. Six and a half years? I've been dead for six and a half years?!
My head starts to swim and it's all I can do to actually manage to make it outside the office, the paper still clutched in my hand. How the hell had six and a half years passed since I'd died?! I feel sick. No. No, I don't feel sick. I feel very, very confused. And just a bit pissed off. I shake my head and then pretty much run to the room at the end of the building. How the hell had I been dead for so long only to come back now? What the hell was going on here? My head was full of so many questions. I only hoped that I would get some answers. At least some sort of answer. I really needed to find out as much as I could. Only problem was, I couldn't really call anyone to ask them because they all thought I was dead.
I slip the key into the door and turn it, pushing the door open as I unlock it. What the hell was I going to do? I couldn't just call any of my old friends because they all knew I was dead. They would hang up on me. Or cuss me out thinking it was some sick joke. I slipped into the room as I take the key out. I kick the door shut behind me with my foot and move over to the bed, dropping the bag onto it. The room key is dropped onto the bedside table before I sink down onto the bed. I reach up and rub my temples. I realize the headache that had started after the voice had boomed at me the first time was still here. I sigh before reaching over to open the bag. Inside I find a couple changes of clothes, a cell phone, and some money. Well, that's a plus. I can at least get a shower and change into something not covered in blood. And I can find somewhere to get something to eat, considering my stomach is growling at me now. That's another plus.
I take a pair of jeans, underwear, a bra and a t-shirt out of the bag and stand up, moving off into the bathroom. I turn the shower on as hot as I can stand before peeling the bloody clothes off me. I drop them into a pile on the floor and climb into the shower, letting the hot water beat against me. I can't help but close my eyes as I stand there under the water, just letting it wash over me. It feels so good to just stand there under the stream and let the warmth soak into my body. I stand there until the water runs cold before I actually wash myself up and get out. I dry my hair and then the rest of my body. I then proceed to get dressed before gathering up my bloody clothes. I have to do something with them but it's too light outside. I'll try to see about burning them later. For now, I need to see about finding something to eat and the figuring out just what the hell I'm doing back here.
"Wake up."
There's a voice in my head. It was soft but it was there. And it was telling me to wake up. What did it mean wake up? I was dead. I couldn't wake up.
"Wake up!"
The voice was louder this time. How can I wake up? I'm dead. I'm in heaven. There is no waking up.
"WAKE UP!"
The voice boomed inside my head and I suddenly realized...that hurt. Why did it hurt? I'm dead so it shouldn't hurt. And yet, it had hurt. I realize that my head is actually throbbing, almost as if I had a headache. Headaches weren't possible in heaven, were they? I didn't ever remember getting a headache before now and yet, my head throbbed as if I had one. Was this even possible?
"You have to get up. Important work to do."
Work? What work? I was dead and in heaven. The only work I had to do was at the roadhouse and even that wasn't important. It was more because I enjoyed it.
"Open your eyes and get up. You've got work to do."
Open my eyes? What do you mean open my eyes? I'm dead! What don't you get about that? I already know what I'll see if I open them. I'll see the roadhouse and the customers inside.
"DO IT!"
I can't help but cringe at the tone. It seems...angry now. Or, maybe not so much angry as impatient. Why would it be so impatient? Seriously, it's not like my work was important. But yet, the voice was saying it was and that it needed done. And then I realize, it doesn't smell like the roadhouse. Why doesn't it smell like the roadhouse?
"Open your eyes and you'll see. Then you'll understand."
Okay, okay. I get it. Point made. I'm doing it. I shake my head some and then open my eyes. And, to my surprise, it isn't the roadhouse I see. Instead, I find myself in the middle of a field. Why am I in the middle of a field? I glance down and I'm in the clothes I died in, complete with the blood that was on them when I died. I shift my shirt up some, almost afraid to see what was underneath. But to my surprise, there's nothing there. I am once again whole. I can't help but to run my hand over the spot where the hellhound had ripped me open, feeling the smooth flesh underneath it. How was this even possible? I died. There was no body left after the explosion.
"All will be revealed in time. For now, you need to make your way east. There will be a motel about fifteen miles that way. There will be a bag waiting at the desk for you, along with a room."
I can't help but blink. Someone knows I'm coming? How does anyone know I'm coming? I don't even know how I'm back here.
"Do not worry about that right now. All will be revealed in time. Now go."
I blink more but I can't fight the curiousness that is rising in me. I'm sure that people are going to look at me strange because of the blood on my clothes but that would just have to be something I ignore. I take a look around and once I've figured out which way east is, I begin walking that way. Amazingly, my legs aren't the least little bit weak. It's strange that it feels like just yesterday that I was walking around. My movement is just as easy now as it was then. I'm unaware of how much time has passed since I passed. I could have probably asked the voice I was hearing but there was no saying it would have even told me, let alone whether I would have believed it. Maybe that was why whatever the voice was, it was being so cryptic. I don't understand why I'm back here. I don't understand why it's just me. But then, I'm not even sure it is just me. For all I know, my mother is back as well. All I know is that I was alone in the field.
It takes me about three hours to walk the fifteen miles to the motel. I wasn't speed walking but I wasn't taking my time either. I wanted to get there to see if this was going to make sense to me. I'm still confused as to why I'm back. Not to mention HOW I was back in my body when there hadn't been a body for me to return to. Maybe I can get some answers once I get to my room. The voice had said there would be a room for me. My eyes go to the door of the motel as I stop. The voice hadn't told me what name to give. I shrug and move over, pulling the door open before stepping inside. It's not a shit motel but then it isn't highly rated either. Seems like the perfect place. Maybe that was why the voice told me to come here, because it was just the kind of motel a hunter like me would check into when on the road.
I move over to the desk and look to the guy behind it. He doesn't seem too disturbed to see me or the blood on my clothes. That one surprises me. "Umm, hi. The name's Jo. Jo Harvelle." The guy seems to brighten now. "Ah, Miss Harvelle. I've been waiting for you." He turned and disappeared, only to return a moment later with a bag and a key. "Here are you're things. You've got the room at the end. Room 115." I can't help but blink at him, raising a brow as he seems to go back to whatever he was doing when I came in. "Umm, isn't there something I need to sign?" The guy looked up and shook his head. "No ma'am. The room's already been taken care of." I can't help but blink even more. The guy simply smiles and goes back to whatever he was doing. I reach and take the bag and the room key before turning and heading to go back outside. What the hell was going on? Why was I back? I knew I needed to get some answers. That was when the paper on the stand caught my eye. I reach out and snatch one. The guy behind the counter doesn't even seem to notice. My eyes go to the date of the paper, which was what had caught my attention, and then they widen. Six and a half years? I've been dead for six and a half years?!
My head starts to swim and it's all I can do to actually manage to make it outside the office, the paper still clutched in my hand. How the hell had six and a half years passed since I'd died?! I feel sick. No. No, I don't feel sick. I feel very, very confused. And just a bit pissed off. I shake my head and then pretty much run to the room at the end of the building. How the hell had I been dead for so long only to come back now? What the hell was going on here? My head was full of so many questions. I only hoped that I would get some answers. At least some sort of answer. I really needed to find out as much as I could. Only problem was, I couldn't really call anyone to ask them because they all thought I was dead.
I slip the key into the door and turn it, pushing the door open as I unlock it. What the hell was I going to do? I couldn't just call any of my old friends because they all knew I was dead. They would hang up on me. Or cuss me out thinking it was some sick joke. I slipped into the room as I take the key out. I kick the door shut behind me with my foot and move over to the bed, dropping the bag onto it. The room key is dropped onto the bedside table before I sink down onto the bed. I reach up and rub my temples. I realize the headache that had started after the voice had boomed at me the first time was still here. I sigh before reaching over to open the bag. Inside I find a couple changes of clothes, a cell phone, and some money. Well, that's a plus. I can at least get a shower and change into something not covered in blood. And I can find somewhere to get something to eat, considering my stomach is growling at me now. That's another plus.
I take a pair of jeans, underwear, a bra and a t-shirt out of the bag and stand up, moving off into the bathroom. I turn the shower on as hot as I can stand before peeling the bloody clothes off me. I drop them into a pile on the floor and climb into the shower, letting the hot water beat against me. I can't help but close my eyes as I stand there under the water, just letting it wash over me. It feels so good to just stand there under the stream and let the warmth soak into my body. I stand there until the water runs cold before I actually wash myself up and get out. I dry my hair and then the rest of my body. I then proceed to get dressed before gathering up my bloody clothes. I have to do something with them but it's too light outside. I'll try to see about burning them later. For now, I need to see about finding something to eat and the figuring out just what the hell I'm doing back here.
