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Chapter 2
Dean was wide eyed, "She was in a coffin, naked, with no idea what year, so sorority hazing gone wrong or what?" Sam was listening in some what shock. "Okay, okay will be there, just give us a bit okay?" Dean didn't wait for the answer he hung up, "Dean, what's going on?" he asked still in the dark, "Some chick, pops up in a coffin belonging to a girl who died in the 1400s, It's just a few hours out so, I said we'd go." Sam nodded, "Okay, let me just grab my gun."
Sam grabbed more then just his gun, he grabbed the Men of Letters history book, Might as well, could get some more reading done. Sam and Dean packed into the Impala and drove off, the town in their sights. Dean turned on the radio and rock music filled the silent car. Sam started reading in the front seats. Dean looked over to his brother, wow, talk about a blast from the past. Dean remembers when he and Sam were little, Sam would spend hours reading a book in the car, lore or not he would be so engrossed in the book. The memory warmed Dean and he smiled at that.
Dean parked the car in the parking lot, immediately noticing the girl, she wasn't small hike she imagine, Dave spotted them and waved them over. "Hiya, I'm Dave, this is my son Jim and here is the girl." he pointed over to Lylieana, "This girl would appreciate it if you announced her properly." She scowled at him and made her way over to the others, "Lylieana, and before you ask, no I am not a demon," she out straghed her hand to the confused Sam and Dean, "Okay, what happened to you," Dean asked as she shook Sam's hand. "I was in hell," Dean splashed her face with holy water, no sizzle and no burn, "I did already state what species I am, correct?" She said coldly as she wiped the ineffective holy water, "How long were you down there?" Jim asked his hand resting on his gun, "I don't know, time moves differently down there, one month is ten years, and I've been dead for years on end, I have no clue of how long I was there, but no scars. But I do have this." Lylieana moved up her dress to show her hips, on each side there were hand prints, both of different size, she dropped her dress and it fell back to her knees.
All of them were shocked, having a girl, from hell (but not a demon) have not one but two different hand prints, the same kind Dean has, somethings' going down. "We are going to need some help." Dean said as he got his phone from his pocket, "What is that?" Lylieana asked, intrigued, "It's a cell phone, Do you not know what that is?" she looked down sadly, "I have been doing the mathematics, I have been dead for 531 years." Dean quickly dialled Cas' number, he needed answers and fast.
