Bring Me To Life

PREVIOUSLY…

"You know, Sammy," said Dean. "I've been thinking. "Hmm?" asked Sam, still sipping at his first glass of whiskey. "Lizzie wouldn't want us to be upset that she's gone. She ah, would want us to remember who she was in life,"

Sam didn't smile. "Doesn't change the fact that I want her back," he said.

A few minutes later, Sam stood up. "Bathroom," he said as he walked out of the room. But instead of walking to the downstairs bathroom, he walked up the stairs to the guest bathroom, and closed and locked the door.

He took his razor out of a glass and carefully extracted the blade and tested its sharpness with his index finger, and rolled up the sleeve of his plaid shirt….

Chapter One

"Help!" Lizzie rasped as she coughed. She had no idea where she was or how she got there. Hastily she took her lighter from her pocket and flicked it on. She appeared to be in a wooden box. How strange, she thought as she began to pound on its covering with her fee and legs, trying to get out. Specks of dirt rained down on her face, as she continues to pound, before she is completely submerged in earth.

Lizzie poked one of her hands out through the dirt, then another before pushing herself up out of what she had come to realize was her grave. As she stood up and brushed dirt off her shirt, she also came to realize that she must be alive! But how?

She gazed at her hands. They were not bloody or mutilated. They were smooth, prestine, perfect in every way! She felt her arms, which were smooth, but still a little covered in dirt.

Her hands then flew to her face. Her glasses had appeared to have been mended. Her hair was flecked with pieces of dirt, but otherwise fine. She moved her hands down her body thinking, How can this be? I was in Hell! Why am I here, now?

Lizzie felt herself getting hot as she took off the jacket she had been wearing and tied it around her waist before looking around. She appeared to be in a cemetery, although it was unlike any cemetery she had ever seen.

The tombstones were knocked over like dominos, and some even looked like they had been blasted apart. "What the Hell?" Lizzie whispered as she turned at looked at her own tombstone, which had unlike the others not been knocked over. It was made of white marble and etched in it were the words:

Elizabeth "Lizzie" Blaszczak

Beloved Daughter, Sister, Friend

"Greater love has no one than this, that someone lay down his life for his friends."

John 15:13

Lizzie smiled, feeling a rush of gratitude toward Sam and Dean for burying her rather than salting and burning her remains. Not like I would come back, she thought with a small laugh.

Lizzie walked through the wooded area until she saw an empty road ahead and proceeded along its path. There were no cars, no people, nothing. Where is everyone? Lizzie thought to herself as she came across an empty gas station and convenient store. It appeared to be empty as Lizzie tried the doorknob. It wouldn't budge. Lizzie pounded on the door with her fist. "Hello?" she said hoarsely as she coughed again, before untying her jacket from around her waist, wrapping it around her hand and breaking a pane of glass in the door window, before sticking her hand through the opening and unlocking the door, and walking inside.

It didn't appear to be ransacked, just empty as Lizzie wandered inside, and went to a cooler and grabbed a bottle of Diet Coke and chugged it down, before noticing a stack of the days' newspaper. The date read: May 2, 2013

"2013?" Lizzie whispered staring at the newspaper. If it was May 2, 2013, then she had to have been gone for at least a year!

Lizzie began to pile Reese's Fast Break candy bars, and bottles of Diet Coke into a shopping bag, then she noticed the months' edition of In Style magazine on a rack as she took a copy grinning and stuffed it in the bag too. She also took the cash in the register. Normally Lizzie would be against stealing, but on the other hand, she had just popped out of hell, for what reason, she had no idea, but she fully intended to find out.

She went outside, where there was a payphone nearby as she went inside the phone-booth, took some change from her pocket, inserted the coins into the coin slot on the phone and dialed the first phone number she could think of: Sam's.

A moment later she heard Sam's voice mail. "Sam! It's me, Lizzie!" Lizzie said breathlessly. "I don't understand how it happened, but one moment, I'm in Hell, and now I'm back! Call me when you get this."

She hung up the phone and then put more change into the coin slot, then dialed Dean's number.

The phone rang three times before it was picked up and Dean's voice answered.

"Hello?"

"Dean, it's me!" said Lizzie, breathlessly.

"Who's me?" asked Dean suspiciously.

"Lizzie!" Lizzie said, running her fingers anxiously through her hair.

There was a dial tone. Dean had hung up on her!

Looking slightly affronted, Lizzie put more change into the coin slot and dialed Dean's number a second time, hoping that this time he would hear her out.

The phone only rings once before Dean answers again. "Who is this?" he asked, sounding thoroughly irritated this time. "Dean, please," Lizzie begged. "You have to listen to me! Just hear me out!"

"This isn't funny," said Dean, not wanting to hear it. "Call again, and I'll kill you!"

There was a dial tone as Dean hung up again.

Lizzie stood inside the phone booth feeling disappointed. Sam wasn't answering his phone, Dean didn't believe she was back…..

Ah, well, Lizzie thought to herself. Like my mom always said: If you want something done right, you gotta do it yourself!

But there was only one problem: She had no idea where Dean was! Her best guess was her friend and fellow hunter Bobby Singer's house in Souix Falls, South Dakota.

But that was at least two hours away. I need a car, Lizzie thought.

Almost as if God was answering her, Lizzie saw a faded, slightly beat up silver car parked near the road. Lizzie grinned as she ran towards it, and after hotwiring it, she sped off.