DISCLAIMER: I do not own Supernatural, only my OC Lucy.
2006- Present Day
"Picture yourself in a boat on a river. With tangerine trees and marmalade skies. Somebody calls you. You answer quite slowly. A girl with kaleidoscope eyes. Cellophane flowers of yellow and green. Towering over your head. Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes. And she's gone. Lucy in the sky with diamonds, Lucy in the sky with diamonds, Lucy in the sky with diamonds. Aaaaaahhhhh."
I trail my fingers delicately over the soft stems of the grass, humming the song 'Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds' under my breath. I hang my head back, basking in the warmth of the sunshine and watch the clouds pass by trying to picture the shapes they create. "I like to think that clouds are magical wisps of feathers that make up angel wings, is that true?" I ask aloud, biting on my bottom lip lightly in thought.
"I prefer to think that they're remnants of a fallen angels grace, scattered, broken, feathers that drifted from their wings once they fell, abandoned just like they were." The voice in my mind immediately replies to me, resembling a state between reminiscing and bitterness.
"That's a sad way to put it, I never thought of it that way." I wait for another reply, but I feel the goose bumps on my skin disappear and I know that he's gone. I'm not unnerved by the fact that I've had a voice in my head since I turned eight years old, in fact I've started to have a few others. Only the dark and mysterious voice that enters my mind on a frequent day to day basis is the one I am comfortable talking to, the others keep pressuring me and telling me that my life holds greater purpose. Some of the things the other voices tell me are frightening, they tell me how even though I am protected, one wrong move and I can cause the world too fall. They say that one day I will learn who I truly am and no matter the threat whether it be ghosts, werewolves, vampires, demons and anything true nightmares are made of I won't be hindered by them.
When most people are confronted with the words demons and any other damn paranormal creature inserted into the mix, they'd be sceptical and go running to the hills. But not me, do you know why? Because I am the daughter of Bobby Singer and he raised me to be a hunter to fight those creatures, to save people's lives and fight their nightmares for them. I already hunt and kill the bastards that is enough stress for me to handle already, but to be told by the whispers in my mind that my life is intended for a 'bigger' purpose, that frightens the hell out of me. I am contempt with the life I have now, I admit I'm a pretty decent hunter some would say I'm being modest but I do kick ass. Being like my dad is all I've ever wanted. Saving people, hunting things, answering the phones, the family business. Even though I'm different, maybe even crazy what with talking to the voices in my head, I'll never let my dad know about it, I just want to stay as his 'little hunter', his 'Lou'. I just need to learn how to control them…
I close my eyes for a moment, letting my thoughts wander yet remain calm. I could stay outside for hours. I must admit dad's salvage yard has limited area to sit back and enjoy the sunshine, most of the time I lay on the front of the cars reading a book or listening to my music and other times when dads fixing up a car I just sit and talk to him. It's as if the fresh grass that I'm relaxing on now just grew over night, I smirk at the idea of magic grass God my mind is a weird one.
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2003: Three Years Ago
"We're making a pit stop Dean." John Winchester says, his hand clutching the steering wheel of what would come to be the most important car in the whole universe. The beautiful '67 Chevrolet Impala, shining black in colour, with a 327 engine and a four barrel carburettor. A baby that Dean Winchester, would one day hope to be his.
Dean's eyes have been consciously drifting to the backseat, still seeing it empty even though Sam had left for Stanford a while ago still not only irks him off but makes him feel like a part of the Winchesters and their family business is missing. His little brother left without saying a word. "Huh?" Dean turns his attention back to his dad and narrows his eyebrows with a slight frown. "Alright, what about the case? Those vampire suckers drained someone last night, do you really think we have time for-."
John gives Dean a look that makes him shut his mouth. "This won't take long. Bobby Singer just called, he's working a case right now and needs some help." John responds in a matter of fact manner.
"With the case?" Dean questions, slightly confused. He hasn't seen Bobby Singer for years, his dad used to drop him and Sammy off if he ever went on long hunting trips.
"Not the case Dean, with his daughter." John tells him a look of aggravation passes as his jaw sets and he changes the direction the Impala was intended to go in.
Dean's ears perk at the mention of Bobby's daughter. Last time he saw her she was a ten year old, wondering blue eyed girl with messy blonde curls that got in her eyes to many times for her own good. She was different, Dean always thought of her as a somewhat weird kid, she always had an unusual curiosity about the world. Of course she was nine years younger than him and four younger then Sammy. "Lucy." Dean says her name skeptically, the most trouble she got in when she was younger was hiding Bobby's liquor and always wanting to wear his cap. Dean's mouth curves at the memory. "What's going on with her?"
"Bobby called their home, she didn't pick up, he got back and she wasn't there. Apparently Lucy hot-wired a car and drove off, taking the credit card and the knife she was given by Bobby for her thirteenth birthday with her. From what I can tell, she's gone searching for trouble." John's mouth twitches, and turns the Impala left driving off the road and into civilisation. Now surrounded by deserted shops, he keeps his eye out. "Lucy's phones got a track on it, she should be around here."
"Why couldn't Bobby come and get her himself?" Dean huffs, he folds his arms feeling like they've just been given babysitting duty.
"He knew we were driving by and right now he's got a rogue skinwalker tied up, trying to find out where the rest of the murderous pack is. Now stop questioning me Dean." John demands, the grip on the steering wheel turning his fist red. He pulls into a car space and switches off the engine. John and Dean both get out of the car, slamming the doors behind them. "You head up that way, I'll go this way. We get Lucy, get her back to Singers then get our minds back to the case." Dean nods and as John walks in the opposite direction he swear he heard him say 'the things I do for family' and Dean shakes his head with a small smile.
Dean heads forward, the shops around him all closed and he rubs his hands together to keep them warm. It's quiet, not too many people about and the streets are dark. Dean suddenly slows his steps, hearing quiet voices coming from the alleyway back entry to a bar. He keeps close to the wall, discreetly peering around it and what he lays his eyes on makes him move his hand to the back of his trousers. Dean grips around the glock and his jaw tenses.
"Just one little bite sweetheart, I'll give you something special then you can be mine." A dark voice comes from the damp alleyway and Dean watches the man trace his hand over who he thinks is a young woman. Dean can't see her face but he gets a glimpse of blonde shoulder length curls and she's wearing white cotton shorts. Get your head out the gutter Dean. Dean shakes his head and focuses back on them. For all he knows they could just be a couple who likes to get a little rough and dirty when hooking up, he has to wait he can't pull a gun out blindly without really knowing.
A shaky voice comes from the young girl in front of the man. "What will happen when you do?"
He leans into her ear and brushes his lips against her ear and trails them down to her neck. "Then you'll be better then you've ever been before. You'll be a vampire, immortal, strong and free." That's enough proof for Dean and he comes into the alleyway, already replacing his glock with a large machete.
"Hasta la vista baby." Dean mimics with a grin on his face, but as soon as he swings, the vampire hurtles back after the girl lands a hard kick into his stomach. Her own long gleaming knife in hand she lets out a grunt as she swings the blade harshly over the vampire's throat, slicing it clean off. Dean raises his eyebrows, removing his eyes from the freshly decapitated vampire and they land on who Dean presumed to be the victim only to find out that she's "Lucy?" Dean asks surprised as hell when he sees the fourteen year old girl, who's still panting from the adrenaline of the kill, she wipes the blood off her knife and onto the sleeve of her rustic brown leather jacket and placing it back into the sheath.
"Damn bloodsuckers." Lucy whispers under her breath. She then flicks her eyes to Dean and narrows them in recognition. She turns her whole body to him and flicks a stray blonde curl behind her ear. Dean for once doesn't know what to say, he hasn't seen Lucy in five years but God she's different, save for the blonde hair and bluest eyes but for her age she sure looks mature, the hunting life can do that to you. "Dean?"
Head. Gutter. Dean shakes the thoughts and half smiles at Lucy, the girl from his childhood nine years younger, Sammy had a crush on her even though he was a few years older. There was just something about her. Now his protectiveness takes over. "Really Lou you're hunting alone? Are you insane you could've gotten yourself killed." Dean harshly tells her, already walking towards her to grab her arm and get her the hell away from the whole situation.
The fourteen year old pulls her arm away from Dean's grip and huffs, a smug smile crossing her red lips as she motions towards the dead vampire. "Does that look like I didn't have it under control Dean?" Cocky and overconfident, Dean raises his eyebrows she reminds him of himself at her age. She then starts to walk past him a small laugh leaving her as she does so. "Just cause you still need your daddy to hunt with you."
Dean turns around and instantly follows her out of the alleyway, pulling her back by her arm and standing in front of her. "Hey," Dean growls "you're just a kid and from what I heard Bobby doesn't let you hunt alone at all. You do realise he's going to go ape when we hurl your ass back there?"
Lucy's eyes widen slightly. "Dad's back from hunting?"
"Good conclusion Sherlock, so yeah he's worried sick." Dean scolds her and when he notices her frown of defeat he backs off.
"I wouldn't have went if I knew." Lucy replies in a small voice. She knows herself that she's reckless as all hell when it comes to hunting, but she couldn't resist heading out. Hunting's in her blood and she thought she could handle it.
"You found her." John's voice bellows as he approaches to Dean and Lucy. Dean realises the worry in John's eyes, which is something he doesn't seem to see very often. "What were you-"
Lucy cuts in "Thinking? I was thinking that I should probably go check out the town where a body was found drained this morning. Dad wasn't here, someone had to sort it out so I did. I thought dad would be gone another week if I knew he was getting home early I would've waited for him." She justifies herself as if that's entirely a good reason to go out purposely hunting a bloodsucker on her own.
John lets out a sigh. "We should get you back, Bobby's in the middle of interrogating a suspect that's why he couldn't come and get you himself. I'm not going to lecture you, I'm sure Bobby will do that himself." John moves his head for Lucy and Dean to follow him back to the Impala.
Lucy stays silent, feeling like an absolute asshole for being stupid enough to go out and now her dad's probably worried out of his own mind. She's not fazed that he's going to drill into her, she deserves it the way she's been acting the last few weeks. John and Dean open the doors to the impala and are ready to get in before Lucy coughs. "I'm not going back with you, I brought a car I can drive myself." Lucy holds her head high as if proving a point.
Dean shakes his head in disbelief. "Dude you're fourteen."
"Dude I can drive." Lucy shoots back and Dean almost laughs at her ever going determination and devil-may-care attitude.
John who is already done dealing with tonight's crap raises his voice. "Dean you drive back with Lucy in her car, I'll meet you there." Without another word John gets in the Impala and drives off before they can say anything.
Lucy smirks in triumph and walks off in the direction to her car. Dean hurries up to her, not that hard considering his strides are longer than her short ones. "Wait up little lady and hand over the keys." Dean orders and Lucy stops walking, abruptly turning to him.
"I know how to drive Dean." She retorts, each word coming out precise.
"You're not old enough to date let alone drive, now give them here." Dean takes a step towards her and she belligerently steps back, her smile growing.
"How old were you when you lost your virginity again Dean?" She asks with pointed mischievousness, dangling the car keys out in front of her to goad him.
Now it was Dean's turn to stop in his place. "I…that's none of your damn business. Don't be a smart arse Lucy." Dean quickly lashes his hand out and grabs hold of the car keys, swiping them from her grip.
"Fine." She seethes, pulling her hand back to her side and walking to the passenger side of the car. "You going to let me in then or do you want me to catch my death in the cold here?"
Dean heads to the driver's side, looking at the car with a certain approval. "You hotwired the right car kid." Dean half smiles from the other side before opening the door and they both slide in the seats. "1965 convertible red Ferrari, nice though who the hell needs keys to open it up when you could just jump right in."
"You ever try jumping in this car and wrecking the seats you'd be dead." Lucy seriously replies and Dean sniggers.
When they set off and head back to Bobby Singer's house the drive doesn't take long. It was only halfway when Lucy started to act up. The song 'Heroes' by David Bowie is playing on the radio and Lucy cranks it up with a grin on her face. To Dean's horror she then unbuckles her seatbelt and gets up to sit on the top of her seat, holding her arms out in the air as the wind blows in her hair. She lets out a happy shout and bellows "We can be heroes, just for one day, we can be heroes forever and ever. We can be HEROES!" Dean doesn't say anything, he just can't help but look up at her in awe. Her hair is drifting wildly in the wind and she doesn't have a care in the world.
Lucy laughs and slides back down into her seat, laying her head back on the rest with a smile. Dean shakes his head laughing himself, "You're crazy." He tells her and her smiles fades a bit.
"You're right." Lucy murmurs back. Dean then pulls up to her dad's the sign reading 'Singer Auto Self Service,' greeting them on the way in. The impala is already parked up and John is waiting beside it. Lucy and Dean get out of the car and walk towards John.
"I'll go and give Bobby a hand and tell him you're here. You and Dean wait in the living room." They follow John into Bobby's house.
"Don't I get to see him?" Dean asks, it's been a while and he must admit he's missed Bobby though he'd never admit it in person.
"Now is not a good time Dean, I'll tell him we've brought Lucy back then we're heading back on the road." Dean frowns at the reply and watches as John heads down to the basement where they both hear some defying shouts coming from.
Dean lets out a sigh and sits himself down on the couch to wait for his dad to get back. He watches Lucy as she walks up to one of Bobby's liquor bottles and holds it up to him offering some. Dean shakes his head then gives her a stare that makes her roll her eyes and place the bottle back down. Lucy removes her jacket and swings it over the back of a chair, her arms are delicate but toned for someone so young. Her bright eyes look towards Dean and she tilts her head slightly. "Like what you see?" She asks noticing that he's been looking. She doesn't blame him, she looks mature for her age that's why the vampire chose her as a target, the way she acts isn't exactly that of a fourteen year old girl either. Sometimes the voices in her mind influence her, well just the one tells her things that a young girl should probably not hear at all.
Dean folds his arms and laughs. "Kid ask that question again when you're legal." Dean suddenly tenses as he sees Lucy walking slowly towards him and she notices.
A smile spreads her face and she stops by the table, placing her hand in a bag lying on top of it and pulling out a bag of lollipops, her favourite sweet. She unwraps it and puts it in her mouth, savouring the strawberry flavour. "I'll keep that in mind." Lucy replies and sees Dean narrow his eyes in aggravation. She can't help but tease him, especially when the voice in her mind keeps describing the curve of his lips and the jaw line that's more defined then a razor blade.
Lucy keeps her eyes focused on Dean, staring at him in wonder and he coughs. "Hun, you're making this awkward." Dean tells her and almost regrets saying it as she quickly walks towards him and sits on his lap. He presses himself to the back of the couch, hoping to be as far away as possible. All Lucy does it look at him with her curious, doe eyes, her delicate fingers holding the stem of the lollipop as she innocently sucks it.
"Do you ever get urges Dean?" Lucy asks as if simply asking the time of day.
Dean's eyes open in surprise and reluctant terror. "Huh? Ehem, what you mean er…I…" He's lost for words and as he sees her left hand going towards the collar of his jacket he grabs it. "What the hell's gotten into you?" Dean asks her harshly.
"Yeah I know." Lucy says as if speaking to another person entirely. She then returns her attention to him. "You didn't answer my question."
"Yeah well I'm not going to." Dean's tone is final and he consciously looks to the door of the basement in case John or Bobby come out and giving the look of the current situation they'd kill them both.
"That's okay Dean…you don't understand." Lucy's reply is almost a whisper and as soon as she hears the noise of feet coming up the stairs from the basement she swiftly gets up from Dean's lap and walks away to the kitchen.
Dean lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding in and jumps as John swings the door open motioning to Dean to get going. "Jobs done, best get back to ours." John says, making his way out of the house and before Dean follows him he sees the same electric blue eyes that were so close to him before, staring at him from the kitchen.
"Yes sir." Dean tells him and couldn't leave the house any quicker or any much confused as he was before they chose to help Bobby get Lucy back.
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2006- Present Day- Based on: S1.22 The Devil's Trap
The Impala is speeding down the road, the classic rock radio station playing in the background and Dean Winchester at the wheel with Sam right beside him. They'd recently received a call from Meg threatening them that they'll never see their dad again, the damn demons have got John and they'll be hell to pay. Dean feels the colt pressing against his back as it's secured firmly in his jeans. His mind is making up solutions trying to figure out what the hell to do. Sam has been gazing out the window with his jaw set for the last half-hour. He lets out a sigh of frustration. "I'm telling you Dean, we could've taken him."
Dean chews on his bottom lip and finally replies. "What we need is a plan. Now, they're probably keeping Dad alive, we just gotta figure out where. They're gonna wanna trade him for the gun." Dean states and looks at Sam in question when his brother shakes his head. "What?"
"Dean if that were true, why didn't Meg mention a trade?" Sam asks skeptically. He then looks away, his worried frown coming ahead. "Dad, he might be…"
Dean slams his hand on the steering wheel. "Don't!" He shouts in anger and then tightens his grip on the wheel letting out a deep breath.
Sam looks at his brother in sympathy. "Look, I don't want to believe it any more than you. But if he is, all the more reason to go and kill this damn thing. We still have the colt. We can still finish the job." Sam says in determination, but Dean's hearing none of it.
"Screw the job Sam!" Dean retorts shaking his head in disbelief of what his brother's saying. Their dad has been missing and now the demons might have him and all Sam wants to do is carry on the damn job.
Sam responds softly. "Dean, I'm just trying to do what he would want. He would want us to keep going."
Dean gives a death stare to Sam, the look of his brother's sympathetic puppy eyes pissing him off even more. "Quit talking about him like he's dead already. Listen to me, everything stops until we get him back, you understand me? Everything." Dean's tone is final and Sam stays quiet for a moment.
After being in thought Sam asks, "So how do we find him?" Dean's his brother, if he doesn't stick with him on this one then who's knowing what could happen if he let him go off alone.
"Maybe we go to Lincoln." Dean suggests. "Start at the warehouse where he was taken."
Sam half-heartedly laughs skeptically. "Come on Dean, you really think these demons are going to leave a trail?"
Sam has a point. Dean slowly nods his head. "You're right. We need help."
After a long drive the impala finally reaches its destination. Dean drives the car into a junkyard, being greeted by a sign that says 'Singer Auto Self Service,' and they park up. Sam and Dean haven't seen Bobby Singer in years, last time Dean had been here was when he and his dad went to track down Bobby's daughter Lucy and drag her disobedient ass right back here, even then Dean didn't get to see Bobby. Dean sits in the car for a moment and Sam watches him questioningly as he sees Dean's eyes drifting from the house and towards the yard. They both get out of the Impala and slam the doors. The song 'Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds' just reaches Dean's ears, it's quiet but he can hear the words. Dean smiles. "You hear that Sammy? Lucy must be here, she must be what seventeen now?"
Sam's jaw sets as they both walk to the front door of the house. "Yeah, and?" Sam asks, reluctant about where Dean is taking the conversation.
"Come on dude you used to have the stupidest crush on her when you were a kid." Dean laughs at the thought. He remembers seeing her last, when she was fourteen and how awkward she ended up making his day to be. God hopefully that's been all gone and forgotten, she was just a kid didn't know that what she was doing was completely out of line.
Sam looks at Dean in disgust. "She was ten dean, I was fourteen, and even then she's still underage so why are you even talking about it?"
"Getting a little defensive there Sammy." Dean taunts and before Sam can bite back the front door of the house swings open and there stands Bobby Singer, cap on his head, scruffy beard and still having that 'who the hell is calling at my house' look about him.
After a few gruff greetings, they follow Bobby into the living room and he leaves for a moment. Dean raises his eyebrows at Sam and Sam replies with a shrug. Dean can still hear the music and just as he looks outside the living room window, he sees her. Lucy, sitting on the grass wearing denim shorts and a loose red shirt. Dean sees her hold her hand out and she mouths 'darn it' as it starts to rain, getting up and ready to run inside. Dean almost snorts before he turns his attention back as Bobby re-enters the room holding two flasks. "Here you go." He says, handing one to Dean as Sam sits by the book stacked table, flicking through the pages and already stuck into research.
"What is this, holy water?" Dean asks, observing the flask and then looks up at Bobby.
"That one is, this is whiskey." Bobby swigs the flask back. Same old Bobby. Bobby flinches and then hands it to Dean who appreciatively takes a swig.
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The rain had already started bucketing down on me outside, so much for a sunny day. I grab a towel from the kitchen counter and pat my hair, pulling at my shirt hating the feeling when it sticks to me. I hear voices come from our living room and I narrow my eyes. Guess we have company. I listen in as I make myself a glass of orange juice and hear a gruff voice. "Bobby, thanks. Thanks for everything. To tell you the truth, I wasn't sure we should come." I open my eyes in slight recognition of the voice and head towards the door of the living room, resting on the door lightly and out of sight. I peek through the glass and notice who it is. I take a sip of my orange juice and take in the appearance of Dean Winchester having a swig of my dad's whiskey flask. I then spot…Sam, God he's really grown up he'd be what twenty one or twenty two now?
My dad shrugs and responds, "Nonsense, your daddy needs help." They're talking about John, something must've happened. My dad's words have piqued my interest.
"Well, yeah, but last time we saw you, I mean, you did threaten to blast him with buckshot. Cocked the shotgun and everything." Dean says with an almost nervous smile.
"Blast? Buckshot? Shotgun? Well those three words in a sentence never ends well." I announce as I swing open the doors to the living room and walk over to stand beside my dad. Sam looks up from the table in surprise and I can see his mouth hanging open slightly. God I can't get over how much he's changed, then again I can't say I haven't changed as much either. Dean straightens up and offers me a smile, his eyes widening.
Dad shows a smug smile. "Yeah well, what can I say? John just has that effect on people." Dad tells Dean.
"Yeah I guess he does." Replies Dean and he runs his tongue over his lips with a smile in thought.
Dad then looks at my soaked state and shakes his head with a chuckle. "What'd I tell you girl, sun that bright doesn't last forever."
"I was hoping it'd make an exception. It was so nice and warm, haven't gotten that much sunshine in days. Though after listening to my song, I now feel like making delicious marshmallow pies."
Sam then speaks up. "Your song…Bobby did you name your daughter after a Beatle's song?" I look back at Sam with a grin and he shyly looks away.
Dad nods. "That I did, so what?" He asks defensively and I put my hand in front of my mouth to hide a quiet giggle. I think he doesn't want to admit that it's one of his favourite songs, then again it's one of mine too.
Dean chimes in, "I prefer 'Hey Jude', but what can you do?" I fold my arms and raise an eyebrow. He then points at me. "Though marshmallow pies do sound heavenly."
Sam shakes his head and laughs. "Dean."
Dean turns to his brother. "Dude, pies." As if the statement is good enough reason to go off topic.
Dad gets back to the topic at hand. "None of that matters now. All that matters is that you get him back." Bobby says.
My smiles fades and I fold my arms even tighter. "Why what happened?"
"Demons is what happened." Dad doesn't really explain to me, but the very word turns my blood cold. The only time I've ever come across a demon was when I was eight years old…since then they're the one thing I would never let myself be reckless towards, I would never intentionally go hunting for them. The very thought is a death wish itself.
My eyes gaze towards Sam, who's looking in awe down at the pages of the books, he then looks at my dad his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Bobby, this book…I've never seen anything like it."
My dad walks over to the desk and rests on it, looking over Sam's shoulder. I awkwardly look at Dean, remembering what happened last time I saw him. Don't be ashamed diamond, he wanted you. The voice I always hear whispers enticingly in my mind and I wince my whole body tensing up. Growing up has made me realise that these voices aren't good, whoever or whatever is talking to me is trying to control me. These voices are the reason I'm chaotic, sometimes I wonder how I would've turned out if they'd never plagued me in the first place.
I guiltily look away from Dean and take a seat beside Sam at the desk, smiling at him as I do so and I lean forward to try and see what book has piqued his interest. Dad speaks up, "Key of Solomon? It's the real deal alright."
"And these uh, protective circles. They really work?" Sam asks, interested and tapping the circles shown on the page. I narrow my eyes in concentration taking in the details of the Key of Solomon.
"The scorpion creeps me out." I murmur to myself, looking at the drawing of the scorpion in the middle of the sigil shown on the page.
Dad responds to Sam's question. "Hell yeah. You get a demon in-they're trapped. Powerless. It's like a Satanic roach motel." He laughs at the idea and so does Sam, the mention of demons have always put me on edge.
"Man knows his stuff." Dean finally talks and approaches the table.
"I'll tell you something else too. This is some serious crap you boys stepped in." Dad tells them sincerely. When my dad says something is bad, then it's damn right bad, like Dean said, my dad knows his stuff.
"Oh yeah? How's that?" Sam asks, looking towards my dad.
"Normal year, I hear of say three demonic possessions. Maybe four, tops." Dad states.
"Yeah." Dean says, waiting to see where my dad is going with this.
"This year I hear of twenty seven so far. You get what I'm saying? More and more demons are walking among us-a lot more." Dad wearily looks over at me and probably notices me go pale.
"Jesus, well that's just wonderful." I say sarcastically, sarcasm is something I use whenever I'm…well most of the time really. It's a language I'm fluent in. I see Dean smile slightly despite the current situation and I watch the corners of his mouth, the lines on his lips…I quickly look away squeezing my eyes tight before opening them again. Look at him, imagine how those lips could make you feel. The voice darkly tells me. Shut up. I respond in my mind and suddenly I feel the absence come back, the voice has pissed right off.
"Do you know why?" If Sam's feeling as deterred as me, he's definitely not showing it, neither is Dean, but the fear in the air would be hard to cut with a knife.
Bobby shakes his head and his eyes widen. "No, but I know it's something big. The storms coming, and you boys, and your daddy-you are smack in the middle of it." Sam casts a nervous glance to Dean and then suddenly the dog that hangs about in the yard starts barking. "Rumsfield!" Dad calls getting the Rottweiler to quiet down. Dad looks out the window. "Something's wrong."
As soon as he says what we've all been thinking, the front door to the house slams open. A woman with short blonde hair, a dark red leather jacket and a malicious grin kicks the door in and saunters in as if she owns the place. "No more crap, okay?" She says. Her eyes then turn a menacing shade of black, deterring the thought of anything human. She's a demon and suddenly my blood runs cold.
That's the first chapter, please tell me what you guys think! Lucy's story starts at season one and will go through the series, thank you my fellow SPN family for reading!