Is She Psychotic or Sane?
I, sadly, own absolutely nothing from Supernatural.
Lucy Kain jumped at the thunder sounding outside her window. She knew nothing was out there, but she couldn't seem to shake the feeling that something was coming. The noise banged even harder on her window.
Come on Lucy! She thought. You're fourteen freaking years old! It's just a storm! She usually found storms sort of therapeutic to her, strangely. But this one scared her and she couldn't figure out why.
Ever since she was a little girl, she was always more susceptible to things. How people felt, their thoughts and opinions, sometimes she even had dreams that came true. Which was why she trusted her instincts on this, and was fairly terrified.
But still, she found herself saying over and over again, 'It's just a storm. It's just a storm'. She heard her window creak. It sounded like her window was opening, but that was impossible! She had locked those from the inside! She was frozen in fear when a man in a dark black outfit emerged from her frame.
"Don't be afraid, my child. I have only come to take you home." She didn't even hear the words that came from his mouth. She was too fixated on the bright yellow eyes that shone from the darkness of his face…
"Look at this," Sam said as they sat in the parking lot of Big Papa's Diner, finishing off their food. "It says 'Lucy Kain was found eight miles from her home in Attica, Michigan covered in a mixture of blood and mud, sputtering things about dark rooms and men with bright yellow eyes. She was taken to the local hospital's mental facilities and will be released later today. The police have not given any statement yet about whether she was kidnapped or just wandered away from home, but her 'adventure' has certainly put a toll on her family. "She's not dead," Says Mrs. Eleanor Kain, "but it feels like we have lost her."
"Bright yellow eyes!" Sam exclaimed. "This could be another one of the kids! She could be like me!"
"Or she could just be bat-shit crazy, like the rest of us." Dean argued.
"Can we please go? We have to help her, even if this is just a regular case!" Sam said, giving his best puppy-dog look.
"What if it's nothing?" Dean glared. A glob of onions and ketchup fell from his burger onto his lap. He jumped up and gave a groan. This is like my fifteenth stain this week alone. He thought to himself.
"What of it's something?" Sam argued back. Dean gave in.
"You suck!" He growled as he started the engine on his '67 Chevy Impala.
"Jerk." Sam exclaimed.
"Bitch." This gave them both a smile as they started on their way to the Great Lakes State.
About four hours in on their journey, they were both restless. The car stank of Dean's 'extra onions' and Sam's 'toxicity'. They both needed to stretch their legs.
"What do you say we stop at the next gas station?" Sam put out.
"Awesome," Dean replied, a little too eagerly. Sam jumped out of the car before it came to a complete stop. He was grateful for the fresh air and a break from Dean's Kansas cassette tapes. "Look for some pie while you're in there!" Dean yelled after him as he walked into the store.
On the newspaper stand he saw the same article about Lucy Kain he had read about earlier in the national paper, only now it was reproduced in local form. He picked one up.
"Has there been any more news on this girl?" Sam questioned the man behind the counter.
"She was released from the hospital a while ago, but that's all, I think." Sam nodded. "It's a shame. A girl like that, with her whole future planned out for her, losing her marbles before she can even start." The man turned away.
"I know how she feels," Sam muttered to himself, before turning and looking for the bathroom.
Outside, Dean was refueling his 'baby' when a man in a dark flannel shirt came up to him.
"Sweet ride!" He smiled as he walked up to touch it. "What year model is it?" Dean subtly brushed his hand away.
"Baby here is a '67. Pretty cool, huh?" He bragged. The man's eyes turned black and back to normal in half a second. Dean almost missed it.
'What are the chances you let me take this out for a ride?" The man asked, unknowing he had blown his cover.
"Zero," Dean replied. "I'm racist against people with black eyes." He pulled a flask out of his pocket and splashed holy water into the man's face. His hands flew up and he screeched in pain.
He ran away, not before saying, "You'll never save him. Sam. Yellow Eyes will always be there. Even when he's dead, he will still be there in the back of your brother's mind, silently calling for him to come and lead us."
"Not this day and age, chuckles!" Dean yelled at his back. Then he went turned into the store to find his brother.