Amalia's P.O.V:
Flashbacks:
I was being tortured by every single demon known to man. It felt like decades went by while in Hell. I was being whipped, beaten, and forced to torture other souls. I was forced to see the people my brothers and I failed to save. I despised myself and the demons. How I got here was a pretty story. I made a deal with a crossroad demon, to save my brothers' lives. I had discovered a plot that would've killed my brothers. Once they were safe and the deal was made, I had a year to live. That year was up fast and I was killed by hellhounds, torn to pieces. Scratches deep as the ocean trenches, holes the size of the craters on the moon. Thick, crimson blood running into rivers onto a cold floor, watching my brothers cry over my dead body. I was plagued by their broken hearts and crying faces. That was the worst torture of all. Seeing my brothers cry and be heartbroken. That was my own personal hell. That was the only thing that made Hell the worst experience that I've had.
However, something changed one day. I felt like I was being gripped by something. Their hands gripped my shoulders, burning my skin. I blacked out, but woke up in a coffin. I was surprised to see I wasn't burned. I wasn't given the hunter's burial. I was glad, but angry as well. What if I had become a vengeful spirit? As I wondered, it became increasingly harder to breathe. I tried to yell for help but it came out raspy. I was dehydrated and hungry. I banged on the coffin top only resulting in dirt getting in my face. I banged and kicked until I was digging my way out of the ground. I finally reached the surface and gasped as the fresh air filled my lungs. I climbed out and laid on the ground, resting. It hurt to move anything. As I got up, I surveyed my surroundings. The ground I came up from was barren and deserted. There were no trees or bushes and the grass was dead and dry. I looked around trying to find a road, seeing nothing. I chose to go straight ahead until I found a road. Luckily, I did find one. What concerned me was that I had not seen or heard any cars as I walked. I continued down the road until I saw a convenience store. It looked abandoned. I went to the door to open it only to find it locked.
Luckily, I had a flannel shirt on me. I wrapped it around my hand and broke the glass and unlocked the door; good thing there was no alarm. I walked inside and walked straight to the drinks. There were at least 4 water bottles in there. They weren't cold, but it was water and it was something wet to drink. I drank two before I stopped and proceeded to go over to the snacks and grabbed some Twinkies. I ripped the packaging open and stuffed my face. It wasn't enough to fill me up, but it was better than nothing. I was so happy to finally have food and water. Hell was, well, hell. I walked around looking for anything to take with me, as I was looking, I found a bathroom. I went in it and tried to turn on the water. No water came out of the faucet, but if this place was abandoned, it would make sense that there was no water. As I looked up to the mirror, I saw my reflection. My hair was greasy and tangled. My eyes were dark and lifeless and lips were cracked and dry. My skin was paler than normal and I looked thin, but that should be expected since I was dead. I continued to look at my appearance when I saw something on the bathroom wall behind me. I turned around to see dried, black blood covering the wall tiles. What it said scared me, "The dead are alive."
I turned back to the mirror to take off my short sleeve shirt, since I had a tank top underneath. What I saw on my shoulders made me jump. Hand prints burned into my skin, just like when Cas got Dean out of Hell. I knew I felt hands grip me and pull me up. A question came to my mind though, who or what did pull me up? Did Cas pull me up or someone else? I looked at my skin, making sure there was nothing else new. My anti-possession was still there, which was good. I was shocked to see no scars or shreds from the hell hounds. The only scars I had were from the wendigo at Blackwater Ridge and when a frightened civilian had stabbed me with a knife in my collar bone. Suddenly, I was still examining my appearance when a loud, piercing ring rang out. I covered my ears and dropped down to my knees, grunting in pain. The glass in the store shattered into millions of pieces. Once it stopped, I uncovered my ears. I felt liquid run down from my ears to my neck. My ears bled from the frequency of the ring. This is how Dean explained what happened to him with Cas. So, it was definitely an angel that pulled me up. I sighed and stood up. I need to figure out where I am and fast. Hopefully, I can find a phone so I can call Dean and Sam. The writing on the wall concerned me though. What did it mean that the dead are alive? Was this another trick and I'm still in Hell or did I wake up in a horror film?
I grabbed some plastic bags from behind the counter and started filling it with water and non-perishable items. I found small cans of corn, green beans, and baked beans. I grabbed some plastic spoons and, luckily, found a can opener. I left the store and looked around for a car, but there was none near me. I sighed in annoyance and continued to walk. My feet were aching already, but I didn't have a choice. I needed to find someone, anyone who was alive so I could use their phone. I wonder if I could call Cas, but normally, he would only answer Dean, so that was out of the question. I walked until I found a town. There were corpses littering the streets and debris scooting across the road from the wind. The stench was awful...decaying corpses. I was mortified as I looked around the town. There was no one here. This town was empty as I slowly walked the streets. However, I heard a moan coming from the left of me. I looked over and saw something...it wasn't a person. It looked like one, but the hair was stringy and the flesh was rotten. I could see some of the bone of the skeleton peeking through. The eyes were milked over and it shuffled along before looking over at me. The moaning was louder and it tried to come over to me. I backed away slowly...what was this thing? I've hunted everything you could think of, but this...this was something different.
I heard another moan from behind me and I turned around quickly. Another was coming toward me, reaching its long, bony fingers to me. I decided to drop the bags I was holding and ran. I started noticing more of those things. They were everywhere...the dead really were alive, like zombies. But, even zombies were myths, so how was this possible? I continued running, dodging any of them who got close to me. It was getting dark by the time I came across a congested highway with a bunch of cars piled up. It was like a graveyard of cars. I was thirsty, tired, and hungry from running. I was limping because I had twisted my ankle and kept running on it earlier. I was looking through cars to find anything I could drink or eat. More importantly, if any of those zombies were nearby. I found a car that was unlocked and had no sign of life or death. I tried to open the door, and thankfully, it was unlocked. I hopped into the driver's seat and locked all the doors manually. I looked through the car as best I could with it getting so dark. I found a lighter and a pack of cigarettes, but nothing else. I placed the lighter in my pocket and laid the driver's seat back. Hopefully, I can rest and plan what to do tomorrow. Maybe I'll wake up and I'm back in Hell or maybe...just maybe back with my brothers. I want this to be a bad dream.
Dream/flashbacks:
"So, you want to make a deal to save your brothers' lives?" the crossroad demon asked me. I nodded, "Yes. You can accept my offer or die." He simply laughed and stalked closer to me, "Deal, but I want something besides your soul in return. Keeping two Winchesters alive is worth more than your soul." I gulped, "What else do you want?" He smirked and stood in front of me. He caressed my cheek, "I want something no one else can have. I want you. You are innocent. You haven't been touched. I want your virginity. You are very attractive...even for a human." He started kissing my neck. He was right; I was a virgin. I was innocent. I never had sex before because I was afraid of my dad or brothers finding out. Besides, we traveled a lot. I couldn't make a long commitment when I wouldn't be permanent. I didn't want to give my virginity up, but I needed to save my brothers so they wouldn't be killed. "Ok, do what you want to me." I replied, strongly. He gave an evil chuckle and the next part of our deal was a blur.
After I told Dean and Sam what I did, they were angry. I only did what I thought would save them. They were going to watch me die. I couldn't stop it and they couldn't stop it. I was crying in my room at Bobby's. Bobby didn't know what was going on. He knocked on my door and opened up. Bobby was a father figure to me and my brothers. "You ok?" he asked. I sniffed and shook my head. I was in a corner, hugging my knees into my chest, rocking back and forth. "Dean and Sam were going to die; I didn't know what else to do." I cried. He came over to me and sat down next to me. He pulled me into him and I cried on his chest. He brushed my hair out of my face, "What did you do?" I sobbed and answered, "I made a deal with a demon. No one could save Sam and Dean, but me. Now, they're angry with me. I don't understand why they are so angry with me. They both made a deal for me and one another. Why do they have to be so angry at me? I wasn't...wasn't that mad with them. I understood why they did it." I could feel him tense up. He hugged me tighter and let go. He got up and stormed out of the room. I knew he was angry with me and the boys. Mainly, at the boys because I could hear him yelling about me. Their yelling went on for about an hour. I was dozing off from exhaustion by the time Dean came up. Dean was the brother who never let anyone touch me. He was always there when I had a nightmare, when I was sick, or when I was injured.
My head was resting on the wall; my eyes were red and puffy from crying. I felt him walk over and rubbed his thumb on my cheek. He picked me up and laid me down on my bed and covered me up. His hand traveled up to my cheek and rested his hand for a bit before he left to go out of the room. My hand shot out and grabbed his, "Please, don't leave. Don't. I'm so sorry. I didn't know what else to do. Please don't be angry." He stopped and turned around to me and kneeled in front of the bed, "I'm not going to leave. I'm sorry I was so angry. You are my little sister and don't want to see you die." His voice broke at the end. I sat up and hugged him tightly. It was his turn to cry. He silently cried in my arms until he climbed into the bed with me. Sam was by the door and walked over to the otherside of the bed, "We don't want to watch you die. We're sorry we screamed at you. You're my twin, Amelia. It's hard to watch you do this for us." He climbed beside me and hugged me. We all laid there before we fell asleep with tears streaming our faces.
Flashes of red, orange, and black flashed in my mind, now. It was Hell. The smell of sulfur and ash filling my nose. The demons that were torturing me were making me see what I would do if I became a demon. I was terrorizing people. They showed me what would happen if Dean and Sam tried to save me. The endless torture became numbing in Hell, but seeing it all over again...it hurt. The hellhound wounds were still there and they stayed. I had blood flowing out of me like a river. Its crimson color made me sick. I kept hearing screams and chains rattling. I screamed for help. I wanted out. I have had enough. I tried to break free of the chains, but I had no luck. All of a sudden, a bright light came and something pulled me up.
Suddenly, I was dreaming of us hunting a werewolf...the girl that Sam had liked. We had to kill her because we couldn't find who turned her. It was hard for Sam, especially since not too long before, he lost Jess. Why were my memories being scattered? I heard the banging from the gun that Sam had, pulling the trigger. However, there were multiple bangs, which I knew wasn't right. BANG! BANG!
Dreams/flashback ends:
BANG! BANG! I woke up with a start and looked through the window only to see those creatures trying to break through the glass on the driver's side. I climbed to the passenger side door and unlocked the door. I took a deep breath and opened the door. I ran into the forest beside the highway and didn't stop. I dodged trees, roots, and thorn bushes. Little twigs and branches cut my face as I plowed through them, but I wasn't going to stop. I felt a sharp pain in my ankle as I came into a clearing. I slowed down, becoming dizzy. I wobbled and kept trying to walk forward. I heard voices in the distance yelling at me. My vision was becoming blurry and dark. I tried to answer back, but nothing came out. I passed out and everything was black. All that went through my head was that I hoped these people were real and would help me. I felt myself being carried quickly somewhere, but I couldn't wake up.