Dean awoke within a wooden coffin; no light could be seen, his eyes trying their hardest to adjust to the darkness. He grasped around the small confines, his hands feeling dirt and the beaten wooden barrier above him. His calloused hands reached helplessly into his pockets for something that could help him see or even break free. He finally felt his lighter, a gift Sam had given him on his birthday the year before. Flicking the metal roller he finally got the metal light source to light and took notice of his location.
It finally came rushing back to him as the flame cascaded around the small pine box. He died. He went to Hell. Now he was alive again. Or was he? He felt alive, granted he was weak and confused but he felt alive.
'I have to get out of here' he thought to himself as he shut the lid on his Zippo and began pounding on the ceiling of the box. He pounded until his knuckles bled, his grunts and groans coming out in croaks from his unused voice. Just as he was about to give up he broke through, dirt piling on top of him and into his mouth and eyes.
Pushing himself up, his broad shoulders began to break the small opening even further, covering Dean's weary body in even more dirt. With all his strength, he plowed through the feet of mud and soil, his right hand meeting the fresh air first, his silver ring gleaming against the sun's bright light.
His body came next, and as his lungs filled to capacity with the needed fresh air he began to shudder and gasp at the feeling of breathing on top of the ground, rather than under.
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Bishop, Georgia September 18th 2008 11:47am……
Sophie Williams walked aimlessly down the center line of a deserted road, her jeans and once red top covered in filth. She had awoken inside a tomb, and broke herself free and now she was here….in an unknown town, on an unknown street walking….walking anywhere….anywhere away from what she had seen when she reached above ground.
Looking behind her to make sure the sight of dying and decaying plants and trees were really gone, Sophie continued walking forward, her stringy jet black hair plastered to her cheeks, and her tired looking brown eyes widening when she saw a running brook off in the distance.
"Water" came garbling out of her mouth, her voice raspy and almost unrecognizable.
Sophie Williams had died six months earlier, if you want to call it dying. She was brutally attacked and killed by several unseen hellhounds……after the deal she had made with the crossroad demon had come due.
Then she awoke in the underground casket, her body healed after the gruesome and savage killing. Her memory of dying was vivid, but she had no idea how or why she was back on Earth…and no longer in Hell.
