Disclaimer: Lucy is mine. Sam and Dean are not.

Author's Note: I think this is the last chapter, unless I get a really good idea to continue the story with. Happy reading!

Chapter 3: Lucy

It was hot and she just wanted to go inside. Or maybe go swimming. Lucy could remember a time when her brother took her swimming. She loved the sand and the beach and the sound of the birds flying over the ocean. Swimming made both her and Dean smile during the bad times.

But there were no beaches or oceans or birds. There was only dust and broken cars.

And her brothers.

Lucy didn't quite understand what was going on. Something had been wrong with Sam and Dean since their Daddy had gone away again.

They were both different now. Sam wanted to hunt things. Dean didn't. Dean yelled at Sam a lot. Sometimes he yelled at Lucy too. He would always say he was sorry right after, but it was still scary.

Sam and Dean were having a talk again while Dean was trying to fix the car. Lucy sat in the dirt, drawing shapes with her fingers. The talking stopped and she felt Sam tug on her shirt. She stood up and began to follow him to the other side of the broken car piles.

Then she remembered that she wanted to go swimming. She turned back to ask Dean if he would take her.

Lucy found her brother standing still in front of the trunk of the car. She was about to call his name when she saw him bend down and pick up a tool.

She watched him spin it around in his hands once, and then stand still again.

Lucy nearly cried out when he suddenly turned to a different broken car and smashed the window. She backed up a bit until something metal poked her in the back. She wanted to run away and go find Sam, but she couldn't.

Dean turned around and went back to the trunk of their car. He breathed deep and hit the car once. Then twice. He hit it so many times. She couldn't count that high. Dean hadn't taught her the big numbers yet.

He started to make noises, almost like he wanted to scream but couldn't get it out of his mouth. The beating went on for what seemed like forever. Then, it was over almost as fast as it had started. Dean dropped the tool to the ground, the noise almost as loud as the blows to the trunk had been. He caught himself before he fell too.

Lucy thought that this would be a good time to go find Sam, but she still couldn't seem to make her feet move.

Finally, Dean turned and saw Lucy watching. His face looked strange to her. She had never seen that look before.

He looked afraid.

"Lucy," he said quietly. She suddenly found the ability to move and walked away from her scary older brother. She went to where she had seen Sam go. Her eyes were on the ground, watching the dust she was kicking fly up in to the air.

Sam's shoes came into her view. Without even thinking, she climbed in to his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. She felt him hold her back. Normally this helped, but not today.

They weren't going swimming anytime soon.