I've heard there was a secret chord That David played and he pleased the Lord But you don't really care for music, do you? Well it goes like this the fourth, the fifth The minor fall and the major lift The baffled kind composing hallelujah
Hallelujah...
The storm had been raging on for at least an hour now, and after a wild flash of lightning, there was a very confused young woman standing in the middle of a field. The rain had already soaked her to the bone, and confusion was spread across her face. She didn't understand what had happened.
Her hair clung to her face, and she was shaking from the cold. She was also shaking from the trauma. When she shut her eyes, she could see it all. That building had been blown sky high. Her life had ended, her mother had died with her. She hoped and prayed that Dean and Sam had accomplished what they'd wanted. She wished she knew what had happened since she'd been gone.
Right now she was just a soaked and confused woman in a random field somewhere. The storm was raging on, and she didn't even know where to start. Someone or something had brought her back from the dead.
Well your faith was strong but you needed proof You saw her bathing on the roof Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you She tied you to her kitchen chair She broke your throne and she cut your hair And from your lips she drew the hallelujah
Hallelujah...
Bits and pieces came to her, flashes really. Her mom's smile, the way her dad looked at her before he'd gone off on the hunting job he never returned from, she could still feel the pain of when she'd found out, like a knife in her heart.
And now her mom was gone too. Ellen Harvelle. She was the strongest and the toughest woman she'd ever known. And she was gone. She had made the choice to die there with her daughter. She didn't have to, and Jo hated her a little bit for it. She should have went on.
She glanced across the field, desperate to see her mother. If she was back, maybe Ellen was too. But as she searched with wide eyes, she didn't see her anywhere. Her heart sank, and she nearly hit her knees. She had to compose herself if she was going to figure out what was happening here.
Baby I've been here before I've seen this room and I've walked this floor I used to live alone before I knew you I've seen your flag on the marble arch But love is not a victory march It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah
Hallelujah...
She couldn't think straight with the roar of the thunder around her, and she knew she had to get inside. But she had no money, no phone, no plan. She really wasn't sure what she could do. This was so unexpected. People didn't just come back from the dead every day. Dean did, but that was a special case. Destiny or some shit. She didn't know what to believe at the moment.
One thing she did know was that she couldn't just stand here all night. She had to keep moving and think about what to do. Maybe something would come to her. Getting inside was the important thing now. It wouldn't do any good to die of pnemonia before she figured out why she was back. Who could have done this? And why?
The questions had already started to haunt her and she'd barely been back five minutes. Her jeans felt tight against her legs, and heavy from the rain. She continued to walk until she saw a bar. It looked like a dive, but it was better than being out in this rain. It didn't seem to be letting up anytime soon. She ducked inside and looked around. She thought she was going to have to swipe someone's wallet to get a motel and clean up. And she had to find a phone so that she could make a few calls.
Well there was a time when you let me know What's really going on below But now you never show that to me do you But remember when I moved in you The holy dove was moving too And every breath we drew was hallelujah
Hallelujah...
"You look like a drowned rat" The bartender commented at the shivering young woman as she stood just beyond the doorway of the bar. The girl sort of nodded her head, moving towards the bar. She sat on the stool next to a really drunk guy. She figured it would be easy to take his wallet. Usually she might feel guilty about it, but desperate times and all that.
She didn't feel much like talking, and the drunk guy was crying in his beer. After a few minutes he had pretty much passed out. Poor sap. Jo kind of felt sorry for him as she picked his pocket. She scanned the room to make sure no one was watching her, but lucky for her everyone seemed to be wrapped up in their own problems right now.
She also took his cellphone. She'd dispose it after she made this call but she needed it for now. Mr. Boozy wouldn't be missing it any time soon. She wasn't looking forward to going out into the rain but she didn't want to stay here either. The bar, as different as it was, reminded her of the roadhouse and that made her think of her mother.
Well, maybe there is a God above But all I've ever learned from love Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you And it's not a cry that you hear at night It's not somebody who's seen the light It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah...
As she slipped out unnoticed, she crossed the street spotting a motel. She was glad it had been that easy. Once she had gotten a room and taken a shower, she wrapped up in the robe. Her clothes were still soaked. She grabbed the cellphone from the bedside table and dialed. The rain had let up now, so she stepped outside. The reception was better.