Episode: Season 2 - No Exit Pt. 3

We found Sam then and he told us he'd done more research. Apparently, the spirit was H.H. Holmes who used to live in this building back when it was a prison. Dean and I went to go find him. We figured he was somewhere in the walls so that's where we went first. Dean groaned from up ahead then.

"What is it?" Jo asked.

"It's too narrow," he sighed, shining the flashlight beyond, "Can't go any further,"

"Let me see," I told him, squeezing past him to see.

My back was pressed into Dean's chest and I felt him squirm behind me.

"I can fit in there," I told him, gesturing to the tiny space ahead.

"Wha-? You're not going in there by yourself," he scoffed.

"You got a better idea?" I shot back, arching my eyebrows.

"The-..." he started before trailing off.

I squeezed past him then and held the flashlight up to guide my way. It was pitch-black up ahead, so dark I couldn't see a thing if it wasn't for the light. I walked a while before coming to a dip in the path.

"I'm heading down some kind of air-duct," I told Dean into the phone he'd given me so we could keep in touch.

"No, no, no, stay up here," he warned me.

I rolled my eyes even though I knew he couldn't see me, "We gotta find this girl, don't we? I'm okay,"

"Alright, I'm heading to you." he told me before the line went silent.

I walked further after I climbed down when I saw some black goo oozing from the walls. I shined my flashlight over it and my eyes widened.

"Uh-oh," I said into the phone shakily.

"What is it?" Dean asked.

Suddenly, a man apparated through the walls, his dead hands outstretched towards me.

"Parker? Parker?!" Dean repeated through the line.

A shout ripped from my throat as the man's hands wrapped around my neck, squeezing the air from my lungs. Within seconds, my world went dark. When I awoke some time later, I was in a dark enclosed space - almost like a coffin. I pounded on the wooden walls around me, feeling trapped.

"Sam! Dean!" I called out but there was no answer.

None except the sound of dragging footsteps coming closer and closer. Dean and Sam weren't here...but I wasn't alone. I dug out my knife from my back pocket and held it up, ready to defend myself. The bat bracelet I wore on my wrist slipped down my skin slightly and I pushed it back up. But when I glanced back up, my eyes were met with eerie cold orbs staring at me through the gap in the wooden planks. Instinctively, I stabbed at them with my knife and I heard a scream from the other side as the spirit dissipated into black smoke before fading away completely. Everything was silent for a few minutes then.

I thought he was gone. But suddenly, cold hands gripped onto my wrists through the planks and I let out a scream. One hand reached up to cover my mouth and I fought to take in air, kicking my legs in the tiny space.

"Hey!" a familiar voice shouted out suddenly and the spirit dropped his hand from my mouth.

A loud gunshot rang out through the dungeon and I heard the spirit cry out before disappearing again.

"I'm in here! I'm in here!" I shouted, banging on the wooden planks.

"Just hold on!" another voice shouted.

A few minutes later, the wooden planks were being lifted up by a crowbar and I crawled out, falling into Sam's arms. I clung onto him tightly and he embraced me.

"It's alright. We got you, Parker. You're safe now," he soothed and I nodded, pulling away.

He put a hand on my shoulder and I reassured him with a nod, "I'm fine."

We all pitched together after that and took down the ghost. As we headed back to the Impala, I climbed into the backseat and lied down, falling asleep almost instantly.