The Order's base, far from the suburbs of Hawkins, stretched underground, hidden from the view of drones and radar, as if the very air feared to disturb what lay beneath.
The incredible things Wednesday was witnessing went beyond her imagination; the experiences were astonishing.
In the distance, two figures waited by a reinforced gate. One of them, with a confident smile and defiant gaze, introduced himself first.
"Dean Winchester."
The other, taller and with a calm demeanor, added in a firm voice, "Sam Winchester."
Wednesday observed them. She could feel the weight of the scars they carried, both visible and hidden. Their aura was dense, charged with their experiences in this world. Warriors marked by death, yet still clinging to life.
Jonathan recognized them, and quickly started a conversation that left him with more questions than answers.
"More than that, I'm his right hand." Wednesday extended her hand. At the contact with Dean's skin when she shook it, the world shattered like a mirror.
The air vanished.
The light went out.
And in its place arose a dark void covered by a red mist, moving like a living ocean.
She was somewhere else. There was no sound, only echoes. The ground beneath her feet was a mix of stone and flesh, pulsating to the rhythm of something that did not belong to the human world. She saw figures suspended in the air, distorted souls screaming without a voice, trapped between dimensions.
Suddenly, the Winchesters appeared before her. Dean held his weapon, trying to shoot a creature with no defined form—a mass of darkness moving with intelligence. Sam shouted his name, trying to drag him toward an opening that seemed like a portal, but the ground opened beneath them.
Darkness swallowed them. Dean fell first. His body disintegrated in a burst of bluish light, as if his soul were being stripped away layer by layer.
Sam tried to hold onto the edge, his fingers bleeding as the infernal wind pulled him downward.
Wednesday felt their despair, their helplessness, their fear.
Then, the sky tore apart. A colossal rift opened above them, revealing a red firmament, full of eyes watching from nothingness.
The earth shook. Black towers covered with impossible symbols emerged from the horizon, and from their foundations came screams of agony.
The Underworld.
The origin of all things and the end of the human.
Wednesday saw the Winchesters' bodies burning in a dark light, slowly consumed by red fire.
Their faces twisted, transforming into shadows begging for mercy.
And among them, one figure remained standing.
Jonathan Belmont…
His silhouette was surrounded by white, brilliant energy, almost divine amidst that hell. The ground beneath his feet split, but he did not fall. He watched the destruction with absolute calm, as if he knew this would not be his end.
Wednesday called to him, but her voice did not come out.
He lifted his head, looked at her through the void, and said something that resonated in her mind like an eternal echo:
"Not everyone can return."
Then, everything collapsed.
The fire went out.
The vision shattered.
…
When she opened her eyes, Wednesday found herself lying on a metal bed, a gray blanket covering her body. The air smelled of disinfectant and rusted metal. A constant beep accompanied the sound of her breathing.
Beside her, seated, was Jonathan. He said nothing. He just watched her, with the same thoughtful expression, though his eyes hid a faint shadow of concern.
"You slept three hours." Jonathan finally said, without looking away.
Wednesday tried to sit up. Her head hurt, and for a moment, she thought she could still hear the echoes of the Underworld.
"Jonathan…" Wednesday's voice was barely audible, but she forced herself to say, "I saw them. The Winchesters."
Jonathan watched her with interest and asked, "What exactly did you see?"
Wednesday swallowed, trying to organize the chaos still trembling inside her mind. "I saw how they die. The Underworld claims them. No matter what they do… There is no way out for them. Only you remain alive."
The silence that followed was heavy. Jonathan slowly got up, walked to the window overlooking the hallway lit by red lights, and rested a hand on the glass.
"Then that means one thing." Jonathan said in a low voice, "Only one can enter to get that boy out."
Wednesday stared at him and said, "You can't do it alone."
Jonathan turned just enough for her to see that calm smile that unnerved her so much. "It's not a matter of doing it alone, Wednesday… It's a matter of deciding who is willing to move forward."
The room fell silent.
"Besides, I won't die. I can escape easily if things aren't in my favor, and you know it." Jonathan walked toward the exit and said, "Rest. I'll find out more."
An hour later, Jonathan was seated in an empty conference room.
"Right now, you'll be looking for answers around here, but believe me, you haven't found anything related to what I'm going to propose you do in this place." A dark-skinned woman with short hair, dressed in an elegant suit, approached.
Jonathan was startled and asked, "Amanda Waller?"
"You know who I am. It's no surprise, given your rank and who you are. Follow me, don't lag behind." Amanda said as she left the room.
Jonathan followed silently, waiting for the woman to continue her speech. "You must have wondered where your powers come from and what sets you apart from a human or a monster. There are special people like you who gain their powers from meteorites in space, gifts from aliens, or genetic mutations from natural environments."
"Not everything is created in a lab, as every naive human thinks… Many years ago, the government tried to create super soldiers with psychic abilities to gain an advantage in wars against other countries, and that's why we were created."
After saying that, Amanda walked to a very clean elevator in the dirty building and continued, "The first batch of superhumans created by the government was killed because the higher-ups feared what they might have invented. Some organizations obtained their first super soldiers through research and DNA crossbreeding, others through samples from space, and the most lunatic experimented with dimensions they could not control."
"This place belonged to an organization that was annihilated, but we couldn't destroy it completely because we realized that they had pierced space-time here, connecting to a completely unknown dimension that none of us has been able to traverse due to the size of our bodies."
When Jonathan heard this, he was very surprised. Were they talking about other dimensions?
"What does the size of the human body have to do with crossing a completely unknown dimension?"
"The situation is far more complex than it seems. This involves time travel and passing through dimensions we don't even know, simply because we don't know how to seal that place."
'They already know about the Underworld?' Jonathan thought, now even more intrigued by what this woman, who knows, says—hoping it's only a coincidence.